freenovelworld Chapter 1328 - 643
Chapter 1328 - 643
Fang Cheng clapped his hands, shaking all the iron filings and dust off onto the ground.
The arm and back muscle groups that had just unleashed their limit strength also slowly relaxed from that state of extreme tension and pressurization.
He lowered his head to glance at his slightly reddened palms and knuckles, the corners of his mouth lifting into a satisfied arc.
This method of using an Olympic long bar under limit load to test arm strength wasn’t something he came up with out of thin air.
Back when he followed Ma Jianguo to learn Tai Chi Boxing, the old man had once made him lift a twelve-foot waxwood pole, saying it could be used to increase punching power.
Because in traditional Martial Arts there is a Secret Technique for tempering Whole Strength, called "Shaking the Big Pole."
The boxing proverb says: "If your strength isn’t whole, use the pole to check it."
Simply put, you grip the very end of a long pole with both hands, using the power of Waist and Horse Integration to keep the pole balanced, or to shake out a continuous flurry of spear flowers.
This is also called "Tai Chi Stick" in Tai Chi, emphasizing using intent to control the pole, using the pole to lead the power, relying on the pole’s rebound and traction to grind one’s own skill.
What you’re training is the transmission efficiency from the spine’s "great dragon" to the shoulders and arms, as well as the stability and control of the wrists.
The longer the pole, the more terrifying the backlash pressure from the torque at the end.
The Martial Arts World of traditional transmission believes that if you can shake a waxwood pole weighing just a few jin so fast it leaves afterimages, your punch’s Penetration can pass through bone and injure the internal organs.
What Fang Cheng just did was precisely inspired by this traditional Secret Technique.
Except he replaced that few-jin wooden pole with a steel bar loaded with over five hundred jin of pig iron.
He turned traditional Martial Arts Skills into the ultimate exploitation of human biomechanics.
This five-ton-level limit load on the wrist gave Fang Cheng the most intuitive and precise assessment of his current explosive power.
Keep in mind, the test just now only measured the upper limit of the force at the front end of his arm.
In other words, it was the anti-pressure capacity of his forearm muscle groups and wrist joints in a static, suspended state.
But in real combat, no one would rely solely on the forearm and wrist to generate force for a punch.
A perfect heavy punch with destructive power must have its source of strength begin at the feet.
The sole stamps the ground to obtain reaction force, the massive kinetic energy surging upward along the triceps surae of the lower leg, transmitted through the thigh muscles, entering the pelvis and core waist-abdomen.
With the motion of twisting the hips and turning the body, the spine is like a steel whip suddenly lashed out, magnifying this layer-upon-layer-stacked kinetic energy several times over, finally pouring it through the scapula into the entire arm.
In this rigorous power chain, the arm and wrist actually play the role of the "gun barrel" that releases energy at the end.
According to basic principles of human biomechanics, this kind of dynamic explosion that combines the whole body’s muscles and Waist and Horse Integration outputs at least three times the kinetic energy of local static load-bearing.
In other words, Fang Cheng right now, just standing in place and doing a normal basic attack,
relying solely on this body whose base stats have broken through the limit, can solidly blast out a terrifying 15 tons of kinetic energy.
If on this basis he then activates the Kirin Arm Skill Effect and charges for six seconds,
causing the arm and synergistic muscle groups to swell a second time, extracting and refining every thread of strength from his entire body, ultimately condensing it all into a single point at the tip of his fist and detonating, unleashing a sixfold boost in destructive power...
Fifteen tons times six.
That’s close to ninety tons of destructive impact.
This is a terrifying number enough to overturn the Laws of the natural world.
Ninety tons of instantaneous penetrating kinetic energy is equivalent to being directly hit head-on by an armor-piercing high-explosive round fired from a main battle tank.
Or like a fully loaded heavy diesel locomotive crashing into you head-on at a hundred kilometers per hour.
This level of destructive power has already completely stepped out of the category of carbon-based lifeforms.
If a punch like this really smashed out, even if what stood in front of him was a half-meter-thick military-grade reinforced concrete blast wall, it would be shattered in an instant by this irresistible force, turning into a sky-full of flying rubble.
Thinking of this, a heat he couldn’t suppress surged in Fang Cheng’s eyes.
He then took a deep breath, his feet naturally spreading slightly in place, toes digging firmly into the floor.
Just as he was about to exert force and throw a punch, the edge of his vision swept past the smooth floor-to-ceiling window directly ahead, and he forcibly pressed down his impulse.
With his current explosive power, releasing kinetic energy directly toward the window direction wouldn’t be called a test, it would be called demolishing the house.
He slightly twisted underfoot, his waist driving his line of sight, locking his target onto that black ultra-heavy sandbag hanging in the center of the living room.
This sandbag weighed 800 kilograms, suspended from a specially reinforced steel frame in the ceiling by several large steel chains.
Back then, to ensure it could withstand his continuously growing destructive power, Fang Cheng had specifically instructed the manufacturer to deeply customize it.
The outer layer of the sandbag used a composite material of double-layer high-strength military canvas and Kevlar fiber, its surface further treated with a dedicated anti-pressure coating,
making its wear-resistance and impact resistance reach an extremely high level.
Between the outer shell and the high-density iron-sand inner core, an entire layer of industrial-grade gel pad was stuffed in as a buffering interlayer.
Back when his Strength attribute was still around 40 points, as long as he didn’t go all out, it was very difficult for him to break this thing.
But now, facing a normal basic attack that already carries a 15-ton destructive force.
As long as his fist truly lands on it, this expensive sandbag will definitely be pierced and torn apart in an instant.
Therefore, Fang Cheng had no intention of touching it.
He simply stood firmly in place five meters away from the sandbag, clenching his right fist.
He waited until the six-second charge was complete, his arm muscles swelling and flushing red.
Then his waist sank, and his spine suddenly tightened like a fully drawn strong bow.