Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1420 - 686: Developing New Techniques

Fang Cheng retracted his hand and walked up to take a closer look.

The cut surface was smooth like a mirror, so even the wood’s grain was clearly discernible.

After the entire section of the tree trunk was severed, a faint scent of scorched burn lingered around the edges.

This was obviously caused by the high temperature generated instantaneously from the fierce friction between high-energy particles and wood fibers.

"The destructive power is quite impressive."

Fang Cheng nodded with satisfaction.

The greatest value of crystallizing True Qi lies in the simultaneous enhancement of both offensive and defensive capabilities.

When Gang Qi covers the body surface, it not only provides an absolute physical defense effect similar to the Golden Bell Shield but also adds cutting and penetration attributes that disregard conventional defenses in attacks.

This is a perfect match with "palm technique."

In combat, Fang Cheng was accustomed to using his fists to directly beat his enemies.

This was not because he was a pure violence-obsessed brute, but because in conventional martial arts systems, palm techniques naturally lack lethality.

The large contact area of the palm causes strength to disperse easily at the moment of impact.

In contrast, a fist can focus the body’s kinetic energy on the protruding knuckles, forming an extreme pressure and penetration.

Therefore, although traditional martial arts routines include plenty of palm techniques, in real life-and-death battles, besides using the Hand Blade to chop at vulnerable spots, it’s rarely the main killing move.

Dealing with ordinary people makes no difference, but against tough-skinned experts or mutated monsters, the lethality of palm techniques diminishes significantly.

In the end, one can only rely on True Qi to compensate for this disadvantage.

However, the True Qi stored in the Dantian is limited and not easily replenished once consumed.

Therefore, in battles where he could solve the problem swiftly with his fists, Fang Cheng certainly wouldn’t bother himself unnecessarily.

Now, with the assistance of "Condensing Qi into Gang," this issue is easily resolved.

While thinking about this, Fang Cheng took his stance.

Dropping his shoulders and sinking his elbows, he stood with his feet neither too far nor too close, and began practicing the most basic palm technique moves among the woodland.

Push, support, cover, chop, pierce, hug, coil, lift.

Without any complex flourish, each palm strike was accompanied by the sound of muscles and bones loudly joining in, causing Qi and blood to surge.

The Gang Qi on his palm’s surface trembled slightly with his movements, even causing the air to emit a high-pitched resonance.

"Buzz — Buzz —"

The palm wind passed through, instantly splitting the falling leaves in the air with an intangible sharpness.

On the ground, the knee-high wild grass was cleanly cut into two halves as though swept by a lawnmower.

Then, Fang Cheng flipped his wrist, drew in his palm, and bent his fingers into a claw.

He twisted his waist and thrust out his hips, spun around and stretched his arm, casually reaching for a person-high bluestone beside him.

"Pffft."

Without a thunderous shattering sound, the crystalline Gang Qi enveloping his fingertips pierced into the hard rock layer as effortlessly as cutting through tofu.

As he pulled outward with his wrist, the surface of the bluestone astonishingly had five smoothly edged holes, each several inches deep.

Fang Cheng gazed at the holes on the bluestone and muttered to himself:

"Compared to what I do now, the Nine Yin White Bone Claw from martial arts novels is amateurish."

With such hardness and sharpness, if paired with my extraordinary strength attributes, even the heavy armor of a main battle tank could likely be torn apart barehanded.

Having tested the close combat lethality, Fang Cheng flexed his fingers, planning to further verify the specific effect of Gang Qi being released from the body.

He stood in place, relaxing his right arm to hang down, and rapidly concentrated True Qi toward the edge of his palm.

Then, the muscles of his forearm contracted abruptly, and his wrist accelerated rapidly like a whip, casually swinging toward the grassland ahead.

With the intense centrifugal force, the Gang Qi that covered the edge of his palm was forcibly thrown away.

A semi-circular transparent Qi Blade separated from the palm, whistling out.

Swish!

The waist-high wild grass along its path was cleanly sliced in half.

The Qi Blade not only didn’t disperse but instead maintained a stable high-energy crystal structure, shooting forward at a speed difficult to catch with the naked eye.

Until it plowed a ten-meter-long groove in the ground, as cleanly as if cut by a knife, only then did it gradually dissipate.

"With initial acceleration, the destructive power has obviously increased significantly."

Looking at the marks on the ground, Fang Cheng’s lips curled slightly upward as he assessed to himself:

"This does resemble a move from a fighting game, let’s call it the Sonic Hand Blade from now on."

In many people’s martial arts knowledge, "Qi not leaving the body" is an unbreakable rule.

Once True Qi leaves the body’s meridians, it will dissipate into the heavens and the earth in an extremely short time, making it impossible to form effective long-range damage.

Previously, using the Magic Technique for Qi Force, he could form a silk- or whip-like force for short-range release.

But that still required a slight energy connection with the body; otherwise, it would disintegrate instantly.

Now, the formation of Gang Qi seems to have thoroughly shattered this limitation.

"That was just a casual strike just now. What would happen if I exerted my full strength?"

Fang Cheng twisted his neck, eliciting two crisp cracking sounds from his cervical vertebrae.

He slightly parted his stance, lowered his waist, and stabilized himself.

Then he raised both hands, bringing them together in front of his chest, with the palms aligned, and the fingertips joined forward.

The True Qi in the Dantian surged into the edges of both palms like a floodgate opened, rendering them like a piece of translucent crystal emitting strong light.

As Gang Qi continuously compressed and accumulated, a golden Light Saber, three meters long and substantial, extended and formed in front of his hands.

The dazzling brilliance flickered, as if he was holding a legendary divine weapon.

When his palms and meridians felt a sense of numbness and swelling, Fang Cheng’s eyes sharpened.

His waist and hips erupted suddenly, driving both arms to swing forward heavily.