Chapter 6: The Crushing Fist Perfected, Reaching the Pinnacle!

Therefore, upon learning that the other party was a master of the Crushing Fist, Yang Feng stopped letting his mind wander and began to listen attentively to the projected tutorial. After all, it was rare to receive instruction from a master!

The projected Zhuo Fei was a bald, middle-aged man. Although there was no interactive functionality, his explanation was indeed very detailed. Yang Feng listened with great focus; while he had been in poor health since childhood, his memory was quite good.

Thus, as the projected Zhuo Fei lectured seriously, Yang Feng learned just as earnestly, occasionally mimicking the movements. An hour passed in this manner. Just as Yang Feng was becoming fully immersed in his learning, the image suddenly stopped, and a prompt popped up: "To access subsequent content, please register for an official membership card!"

Yang Feng was speechless. For a moment, it reminded him of a certain video streaming platform from his previous life! Indeed, the world is the same everywhere! Just as he was lamenting this, his phone suddenly rang. He answered the call.

"Son, where have you run off to? We are about to go to sleep."

"Alright, Mom, I'm coming back now. I ran into a classmate, so we chatted for a bit longer."

"Very well, come back as soon as you can."

Yang Feng nodded and hung up. Since he could no longer study the Crushing Fist, he did not linger, gathered his things, and headed home. Returning so late inevitably led to nagging from Lu Qing, but Yang Feng managed to dodge it by using the excuse of taking a shower.

After bathing, Yang Feng lay on his bed. For him, too many things had happened today, leaving his heart unable to settle. He had originally thought his life was hopeless, yet he never expected it to bloom with a second spring.

"The college entrance exam is in one month. My goal is to break through a blood-energy value of 2 and become a warrior before the exam!"

Thinking this, he did not waste any more time and dropped his head to sleep. This was his special talent: he could fall asleep anytime, anywhere, whenever he wanted.

...

When Yang Feng opened his eyes again, he found himself in a void. Scattered throughout the emptiness were several orbs of light, two of which were significantly brighter than the others.

One of the orbs gave him a very familiar feeling; through it, he could see the mysterious wasteland with the giant turtle. As for the other orb, he could vaguely make out a magnificent palace within. If the first light spot represented the wasteland, what did the second one represent?

As soon as this curiosity arose, his consciousness was drawn into the second orb.

Yang Feng’s figure suddenly appeared inside a massive, ancient Western-style palace shrouded in eerie mist. Seeing this strange scene before him, he was momentarily dumbfounded. Where was this? Was this inside the second orb? His face turned grim; he had wanted to find the turtle to replenish his blood energy!

Just as he felt lost, the strange mist all around began to converge, eventually condensing into a figure made of gray fog. Upon seeing Yang Feng, the gray figure did not pause and rushed straight at him. Yang Feng did not choose to flee; although the palace was vast, the opponent was too fast, and escaping was impossible. He had no choice but to raise his hands to defend.

However, the moment he made contact with the gray shadow, he was sent flying by a punch. Yet, he felt no pain; his body simply disintegrated into mist. His body had actually been shattered! This state was quite peculiar—though his body had dispersed, his consciousness remained clear, much like playing a game from a third-person perspective.

Just as he wanted to carefully experience this sensation, his dissipated body rapidly reformed, and then a suction force suddenly pulled his consciousness back into his physical form. Feeling his body intact once more, Yang Feng was astonished; it was his first time experiencing such a bizarre ordeal!

Moreover, a new memory had appeared in his mind—it was the very punch the gray shadow had used to finish him off! How to exert force, how the internal energy moved—it was all etched into his mind as if he had thrown the punch that killed him himself. It sounded contradictory, but that was the reality!

What surprised him even more was that the martial technique the gray shadow used was the very same Crushing Fist he had learned today!

After shattering Yang Feng, the gray shadow had stood blankly in place, only rushing to attack again once Yang Feng’s body had re-formed. Because Yang Feng did not react in time, he was shattered by a punch again. But everything the gray shadow did was destined to be in vain, for his body quickly condensed again, and his mind gained all the memories and experience of the second punch that had shattered him!

Yang Feng’s lips moved: "Could this be the legendary 'what doesn't kill me makes me stronger'?"

*Boom!*

While Yang Feng was lost in thought, his body was blown apart again!

After his body had reformed three times, Yang Feng finally knew to resist, but he only managed to raise his hands to block before being shattered again in the next second!

Having been shattered so many times, Yang Feng felt no anger; instead, he was exceptionally excited. In just a few seconds, he had already learned three ways to exert force for the Crushing Fist and the sensation of blood-energy circulation! This was the kind of learning that meant total mastery!

At this moment, the way Yang Feng looked at the gray shadow had changed, shifting from initial bewilderment to longing. Every attack wasn't trying to take his life; it was gifting him experience! Therefore, every time he revived, Yang Feng charged forward fearlessly.

Just like that, he was shattered again and again. By the twelfth death, he was already able to trade blows with the gray shadow! Although he was eventually bested by a hair, after his thirteenth resurrection, the gray shadow was no longer his match and was completely suppressed.

Finally, after tangling with the gray shadow for five minutes, he landed a punch on the shadow's face, and the gray shadow completely dissipated. At this moment, Yang Feng could feel that his insight into the Crushing Fist had risen to an entirely new level.

"Is this the 'Initial Glimpse' stage?" Yang Feng whispered.

For an ordinary person, entering this stage of the Crushing Fist would take three weeks of bitter training; he had only needed half an hour! This speed could rival true geniuses!

Just when Yang Feng thought everything had ended, the shattered gray shadow began to condense once more, just like before, and a brand-new gray shadow appeared.

"Hmph, here we go again!"

This time, he did not fear the opponent; since he could win once, he could win a second and third time! But just as he was full of confidence and intended to blast the gray shadow again, an accident occurred!

The newly condensed gray shadow was much more formidable than before. Although both started with the Crushing Fist, the opponent’s power was a level higher! The result, naturally, was that he was pitifully blown apart again!

Upon reviving, a flash of light passed through Yang Feng’s eyes! The opponent had become stronger! He now understood the reason: the revived gray shadow had evolved. Its proficiency in the Crushing Fist had reached the "Competent" stage, while he was still at the "Initial Glimpse" stage! That was why he had been powerless to resist!

But with the previous experience, Yang Feng was not flustered at all. Thus, for the next two hours, Yang Feng was blown apart once, twice, three times, four times...

At first, Yang Feng tried to resist, but it had little effect. Yet, as the number of his deaths increased, his understanding of the Crushing Fist grew deeper and deeper! Throughout this process, no matter how many times he was killed, his eyes remained bright, and he kept counting the number of times he had been shattered!

Finally, when he was shattered for the sixtieth time, he was once again trading blows with the gray shadow. By his sixty-fourth resurrection, the gray shadow was no longer his match! With a single punch, he shattered the gray shadow, and his Crushing Fist reached the "Competent" stage!

An achievement that would take an ordinary person half a year of hard training, he had accomplished in just two hours! While geniuses who could master a martial technique to the introductory level in half an hour were rare, the Federation was vast and populous; such geniuses, while not everywhere, still appeared frequently. But mastering a technique to the "Competent" stage in two hours was a T1-level existence across the entire Federation.

However, there was no look of arrogance on Yang Feng’s face. Because the gray shadow in front of him began to condense for a third time!

*Boom!*

The moment the gray shadow condensed, Yang Feng’s body was blown apart instantly! The speed was so fast he couldn't even react. By the time his body re-formed and he had the thought of counterattacking, he was again shattered by the gray shadow without a shred of resistance! The opponent’s speed and power had far surpassed his own, giving him the treatment of "dying upon resurrection"!

After dying more than eighty times like this, he finally blocked one of the opponent’s attacks, though he was shattered a moment later. But this signaled that he had begun to sound the horn for a counterattack!

It must be said that the difference between a high-level Crushing Fist and a mid-level one was truly immense. This time, Yang Feng was pounded apart by the gray shadow over a thousand times! When he revived for the 1,188th time, Yang Feng finally killed the high-level gray shadow with a single punch.

Even though he felt no pain each time he was blown apart, he had almost been traumatized! Fortunately, in the end, he had finished off his opponent! And from this moment on, his proficiency in the Crushing Fist had reached the "High-Level (Mastery)" stage!

It had been truly difficult! But no matter how difficult, he had made it through!!!

Just as he was immersed in his mastery of the high-level Crushing Fist, a blood-red shadow slowly emerged behind him...