Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 985 - 493:

A gentle breeze suddenly arose in the forest, rustling through the treetops, causing the leaves to rustle.

This wind could sway the grass and trees but couldn’t disperse the sudden, dense aura surrounding Fang Cheng.

In the dim morning light, he stood like a pine tree, eyes slightly closed, then slowly opened.

The originally gentle and peaceful aura suddenly changed, like an ancient sword hidden for years, slowly unsheathing in the morning mist, its sharpness fully revealed.

Fang Cheng no longer deliberately suppressed the restless True Qi in his dantian but instead relaxed his mind, letting it surge through the meridians.

In an instant, a vast and powerful current, like a river breaking its banks, coursed through his spine, then branched out to his limbs.

Then, Fang Cheng lifted his hand, moved his knee, and stepped, beginning to practice once again from stance to moving and attacking.

Wild Horse Splitting, White Crane Showing Wings, Pushing the Knee and Twisting the Step...

The techniques remained unchanged; it was still the same set of Twenty-four Forms of Tai Chi Boxing he had mastered.

However, the originally smooth and harmonious boxing frame, now empowered by this vast strength, suddenly carried a heavy feeling that was chilling.

The movements Fang Cheng made seemed extremely slow, but in reality, inner strength was surging, round and without any stagnation.

Each joint’s opening and closing, each muscle’s expansion and contraction, every tendon and bone’s stretch and rebound, concealed a rhythm that conformed to human biomechanics, with the aura flowing throughout the body.

The morning mist drifting around seemed to materialize under Fang Cheng’s palms.

As his palms pushed and pulled, the air became more viscous and stagnant.

While swinging his arm, it felt like he was in a deep pond, pushing a massive stone mill weighing a thousand pounds.

The movements were incredibly heavy, yet carried an unstoppable force of demolition.

Just as this vigorous power reached its peak, a new change suddenly appeared.

The heavy feeling of pushing mountains and moving mountains disappeared instantly, replaced by an extreme agility and delicacy.

Fang Cheng’s hands continued to draw smooth arcs in the air, with the power continuously flowing, like silkworms spinning silk, stitch by stitch.

Both light and agile, yet exceptionally resilient.

It was as if invisible threads were being drawn from the air, continuously winding and adhering.

Any external force that stumbled into it would be instantly resolved into nothingness.

A set of Tai Chi Boxing was once again exhibited, still as fluid as clouds and water, with a harmonious implication.

However, at this moment, it was no longer merely soft and long-lasting, but added a framework of hardness and vigor.

The technique was a combination of hardness and softness, fast and slow, sometimes as heavy as grinding, sometimes as light and agile as spinning silk.

While practicing the boxing technique, thoughts of Ma Jianguo and others at the Martial Arts Research Association regarding the use of Qi Force surfaced in Fang Cheng’s mind.

"The way of martial arts is based on inner qi."

"The so-called ’penetration’ is smooth and unhindered, like the rush of a river, with qi and blood flowing unimpeded to all extremities."

"The so-called ’penetration’ is reaching unattainable, like the sun and moon illuminating the underworld, with power capable of reaching afar and harming invisibly."

Fang Cheng, relying on his absolute control over his own muscles and qi and blood, had already cultivated the ’pass’ formula to its peak.

True Qi in his body moved like arms and fingers, reaching any part of his body instantly with a mere thought.

Only the ’penetrate’ formula still lacked a layer of mastery.

Remembering when he unlocked his palm technique skill, the Qi Force could barely detach from the skin surface, forming a thin layer of Sword Aura.

Even on the night of the decisive battle with Luo Lie in the Noah Building, when the palm technique broke through to expert level, the limit of Qi Force extended no more than ten centimeters.

That layer of True Qi Sword Aura, formidable in close combat, indeed had no equal.

But once the distance widened, it was like a rootless tree, hard to form an effective long-range attack.

According to Ma Jianguo, once a martial artist reaches the level of ’True Essence Casting Cauldron’, the transformation of the body is only basic.

The real key lies in the extension and external release of ’qi’.

After all, martial artists endure the hardships of winter and summer, temper muscles and bones, nurture True Qi, not just to be a durable sandbag, but to wield a destructive force that can crush everything.

The ultimate goal is to let the True Qi flow through the body without obstruction, amplifying the power of martial arts techniques to the limit.

At that time, skills like ’Beating the Bull from a Distance’ and ’Hundred-step Divine Fist’, which seem like miracles to ordinary people, would no longer be legend.

Only by mastering this means can pure martial artists truly rival those monsters with grotesque superpowers using their own bodies.

Reflecting on himself, his previous use of True Qi was indeed too rough.

Either crudely coating the fists to increase hardness and destructive power.

Or burning True Qi into a protective blaze as a defensive shield.

Though it seemed imposing, its utilization was extremely low, not forming an effective offensive system.

But now, leveraging the age-old boxing principles of Tai Chi, he vaguely touched that thin layer of paper.

The roundness of Tai Chi is not just the circle of Hua Jin but also the circle of Storing Power.

Compressing, rotating, and accelerating the True Qi within the body, then releasing it along specific trajectories...

Fang Cheng felt enlightened, silently circulating True Qi, letting it fill every inch of his muscles.

He could feel an astonishing potential contained within all his muscles and fascia as the airflow continuously compressed and boiled.

Just like the rising sun about to break forth, ready to burst out with force.

"Ho——"

He inhaled like a whale swallowing, twisting his waist and hips violently, with his spine instantly tightening, emitting a series of crisp sounds like popping beans.

The vast strength rising from the soles of his feet, amplified by the spiral of his waist and abdomen, was delivered to his right arm without reservation.

The arm, originally as soft as boneless, suddenly lashed out like a steel whip slashing through the air.