30: Chapter 30 Heartbeat Vibration!

Su Ye stood in the shadows with a serious expression. That punch just now wasn't just an attempt; it was a concrete validation of everything he had seen, realized, and felt earlier.

As that 'force' traveled through his muscles, he suddenly gained a deeper layer of insight.

After a moment of thought, Su Ye took a notebook out of his backpack and pulled a black sign pen from the side pocket.

He flipped it open.

He set pen to paper.

At the very top, two words, clean and crisp.

"Inch Power"

"Through muscle contraction exceeding that of ordinary people..."

He had originally intended to record Zhou Jingtang's words exactly as they were said, but he stared at that half-sentence and fell silent for two seconds.

The next moment.

His brows furrowed slightly as he lifted the pen and drew a horizontal line directly through the unfinished sentence.

That's not right.

This was merely Old Zhou's understanding from a medical perspective.

That was just the 'door' Old Zhou had pointed out to him.

Su Ye's current identity was that of a Transcendent who had come into contact with 'Cultivation'; he had to realize his own insights and write down his own understanding.

Su Ye set pen to paper again, writing extremely fast, as if a certain thought was whistling through his mind, the tip of the pen barely able to keep up with his thinking.

[Although Inch Power is delivered as a punch, I understand that what is being trained is not the punch, but the vibration of the muscles. What is being struck out is not force, but 'frequency'—this is the vibration frequency of the muscles. The overall power is centered on an explosive burst contracted to the limit.]

He finished writing this paragraph.

Su Ye slowly exhaled, looking down at the words on the paper, his gaze gradually brightening.

He closed the notebook.

At the same time, his Mental Energy, like a tide, continuously replayed that punch in his mind.

The initiation, the contraction, the tightening of the fascia.

The resonance of the muscle groups.

The pressure at the knuckles.

The explosion of air.

Over and over and over again.

Under this almost harsh replay, Su Ye suddenly discovered something extremely special.

Before that punch was actually thrown, his muscles weren't simply exerting force; instead, within an extremely short period, they completed an almost abnormal 'high-frequency vibration'.

The continuous contraction and release of muscle fibers in a very short time was like layers of fine ripples being compressed to the limit, finally all stacking into the knuckles in an instant.

Su Ye muttered in a low voice:

"Vibration frequency."

"The vibration frequency of the muscles."

At this moment, it was as if he had suddenly grasped something.

"The vibration frequency of my muscles just now already exceeded the human limit."

"The skeletal muscles of a normal person have physiological tremors in a resting state, but the effective muscle bundle vibration frequency involved in exerting force is usually between 5Hz and 12Hz. Well-trained individuals might be higher, but not by much."

Su Ye's gaze grew brighter and brighter.

"And that punch just now was definitely more than that."

"The key to this technique isn't simply making the force greater, but enhancing the vibration frequency of the muscles. The higher the frequency, the harder the compression, and the more terrifying the power that eventually explodes out. The key to the technique might not be some progression of metaphysical insights, but a kind of... numerical stacking???"

Thinking of this, Su Ye could no longer contain himself, his eyes frighteningly bright.

He was a genius.

And now, with the support of the Water-elemental Golden Core Embryo, this talent was being infinitely magnified.

He began to perform tests with burning impatience.

He had no instruments.

But he had a 'perception' sharper than those things—this was his strongest trump card now!

Su Ye first slowly raised his right arm, holding his forearm level before his eyes, his fingertips lightly resting on the position of the ulnar flexor muscle group, and closed his eyes.

The next moment.

His Mental Energy sank into it.

The contraction of muscle bundles, the tightening of fascia, the fine tremors of local fiber bundles at the moment of exertion were as clear as if they had been magnified countless times.

He took out his phone with his other hand and pressed the stopwatch.

One second.

Within that one-second window, Su Ye deliberately simulated the force-exerting prelude of that punch, retaining only the vibration without actually throwing the punch.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

Fine vibrations stacked frantically deep within the muscle groups of his forearm.

The moment the stopwatch skipped past one second, Su Ye snapped his eyes open.

Thirty-six times.

A full thirty-six times.

Su Ye stared at the stopwatch, his breathing pausing for a moment.

"36Hz..."

Three times the effective vibration frequency of an adult with top-tier physical fitness.

And it was likely even more.

Because he had only been deliberately simulating it just now and hadn't truly let that punch fly completely.

Once it was truly contracted to the limit and then pressed into the knuckles, the peak value of that moment would only be more terrifying.

And right at that moment.

Su Ye suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

His heart suddenly began to beat faster, heavy like a drum beating in his chest cavity.

His face turned slightly pale, and he subconsciously raised his hand to press against his chest.

His Mental Energy immediately sank into it.

It was beating too fast.

No wonder Li Yuefeng had to clutch his chest and look pained when he was trying it!

Just now, although it was only for a few beats, the intensity of the pulsations in that moment far exceeded the norm. Sure enough, to make one's muscles vibrate beyond reason, one needed the 'source' of everything—the heart—to complete an unimaginable beating frequency. Su Ye quickly performed a conversion in his mind; based on that instantaneous rhythm, Su Ye's heart rate just now had approached three hundred and sixty beats per minute.

360 bpm.

This had already far exceeded the physiological limit of a normal person.

No wonder he felt chest tightness just now, and it even felt like blood was rushing to the top of his head.

The body indeed couldn't quite bear this pressure.

But the light in Su Ye's eyes grew more and more intense.

"The heartbeat is the key to me being able to increase the muscle vibration frequency."

He suddenly understood.

Muscles wouldn't vibrate for no reason.

Fascia wouldn't resonate for no reason.

What truly connected all of this, in the final analysis, was the heart.

The heart supplies blood, supplies oxygen, and pumps the entire body's vital energy and blood.

And for a cultivator, it perhaps also bore an even deeper role.

It was a metronome.

It was the master source of all vibration frequencies.

Su Ye slowly raised his head and looked into the distance.

The wind blew through the treetops, the leaves swayed gently, and sunlight filtered down through the branches, falling on his face in patches of light and shadow.

His voice was very soft, yet it carried an irrepressible heat.

"If I can continue to access the Transcendent in the future, allowing my body to constantly break physiological limits and my heart rate to increase infinitely—to ten thousand times a second—then the power of this Inch Power will be infinitely magnified."

"Collapsing a mountain might not just be a fantasy."

"Even, if the base values can be infinitely stacked and accumulated, this single punch or finger strike will undergo a true qualitative change."

At the end, Su Ye slowly lowered his head and looked at his own fist.

That fist still looked slender, clean, and even somewhat gentle, but at this moment, Su Ye understood that it carried world-destroying power.

The concept of the 'Technique' had finally taken shape.

A technique that truly allowed a mortal, by relying on a body of flesh and blood, to step across the threshold of the Transcendent.

Su Ye's expression was calm.

But deep within those eyes, it was as if a fire was quietly burning.

Crazed.

Burning.

Almost obsessive.

He knew that he had already touched the threshold of the Transcendent!