Chapter 108: Fist

Long periods of practice beforehand had made Cheng Feng think he would never make progress again.

He never expected that a single Super Serum would raise his strength to such a degree.

Keen five senses and explosive power.

Endurance beyond the ordinary and super-strong reaction capabilities.

Martial Dao is a means to strengthen oneself, but Martial Dao requires cultivation, requires comprehension, and requires breakthroughs.

Cheng Feng only pursued Martial Dao and yearned for power because he had no strength at the time.

Back then, Cheng Feng was just an Ordinary person, and when he got into a fight with others, it was just two weaklings pecking at each other.

After practicing martial arts, it is equivalent to increasing one's strength and physique, allowing for better integration of the use of power within the body.

Using one part of one's strength as two parts.

The injection of the Super Serum allowed Cheng Feng to strengthen from an Ordinary person's physique to the limit of an Ordinary person; with the body's foundation thickened, plus the bonus from Martial Dao.

Cheng Feng felt inside that he was about to go berserk.

This is equivalent to expanding Cheng Feng's power pool, which was only ten, to one hundred or even more.

Sudden power is truly not something an average person can control.

Fortunately, in the end, Cheng Feng managed to talk himself down.

This is not like his past life, where one could become a superhero with a few casual moves.

If he runs into a Martial Dao expert here, he might just end up dead.

Compared to the limit of an Ordinary person and the Blood Refining Mid-Stage realm.

Cheng Feng yearns more for the realms that follow.

The Eldest Senior Sister, Second Senior Brother, and Third Senior Brother—these three Martial Artists at the perfection of the Blood Refining Realm are the targets Cheng Feng needs to catch up to.

As for the Fourth Senior Sister, he has already caught up, as both are at the Blood Refining Mid-Stage.

Cheng Feng can feel that his Transformation does not stop here; perhaps this Super Serum still needs to settle in his body, and after it stabilizes, Cheng Feng's physical fitness should see even greater improvement.

Cheng Feng is not yet thinking about surpassing the old master, Wang Tieshan.

Being able to teach four Martial Artists of the Blood Refining Realm, Cheng Feng admits he cannot compare.

The tradition of respecting teachers and the Dao also makes Cheng Feng hold Wang Tieshan in high regard, and he is not arrogant enough to think he can stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Wang Tieshan.

Cheng Feng currently wants to save money to switch to a large mansion.

Then he will be able to marry Meiniang, that little delicate beauty, into his home.

Cheng Feng still values the existence of Shopkeeper Mei very much.

With Shopkeeper Mei, there is no need to worry about matters at the tavern; he only needs to collect the dividends every month.

Ever since the Hong Sect sold the first batch of Fine Salt at a high price this time, Cheng Feng has also begun to pay attention to the tavern's business.

Have strength, have influence, and also have information.

Information leads the way, strength supports in the middle, and influence oversees the overall situation at the end.

This is the rough plan Cheng Feng has for his career blueprint.

Taverns and teahouses are excellent places to collect information.

Cheng Feng's heart is not big, but what is wrong with letting himself know a little more and letting himself live a little more comfortably?

Cheng Feng has walked this path with stumbles and bumps, but in the end, he has managed to reach this point.

Cheng Feng does not hope for some obstacle to suddenly pop up halfway.

With neither a sword nor a gun in his hands, going into battle against a tiger with bare hands,

then what is the use of having these influences?

Cheng Feng has a lazy heart, but this laziness needs strength to support it.

Cheng Feng needs some people to help him do some things, so influence naturally came into being.

He definitely has to marry Meiniang, but he already has so many women that the house is already full; he must expand the courtyard, right?

Cheng Feng still needs to wait patiently for a while; his money bag is about to bulge.

Additionally, the increase in strength makes the sword in Cheng Feng's hand feel very awkward to use.

To change weapons, he needs even more silver.

After his body was inspected by Xiao Qing and Zheng Ya, there was nothing amiss.

On the contrary, when the two were drenched in sweat, Cheng Feng felt he was still fine and could handle three more without a problem.

The value of the Super Serum is reflected in an extraordinary way.

This makes Cheng Feng's heart, which wants to buy a few more women, stir again.

It is a pity that the silver in his wallet has not been saved enough yet.

Otherwise, hehehe.

Cheng Feng wants to test the limit of the Super Serum.

Additionally, he needs to buy another batch of servants so that the women at home won't have to worry about other things; studying literature and practicing martial arts will be things his women must learn.

Literature to nourish the person.

Martial arts to forge the body.

He can also multiply extensively, add points to increase strength, and open more Lucky Bags.

A positive cycle!

Cheng Feng went over his blueprint in his heart over and over again.

At the same time, he thought, if he doesn't use the sword for now, will his strength decrease?

After thinking about it, he still took out the Bengshan Fist Manual.

As for the sword, he will forge one when he has money.

A Fist Technique can allow one to correctly exert their strength, preventing waste while simultaneously increasing one's lethality.

After Cheng Feng understood what he should do, he silently began to study this Mountain Crushing Fist.

Cheng Feng was immersed in the manual of the Mountain Crushing Fist; every word and every sentence was like a precious gemstone, shimmering with the light of wisdom. He closed his eyes, attempting to transform the text in the manual into images within his mind, letting the fist stances surge in his heart.

"Mountain Crushing Fist, the emphasis is on momentum; the momentum is like splitting bamboo, destroying everything it touches." Cheng Feng whispered to himself, his hands slowly gesturing in the air as if he had already grasped that invisible fist intent.

Every one of his breaths coincided with the rhythm in the manual, and with every clench of his fist and strike, he could feel a sense of gravity within his fist.

He stood up, took a deep breath, and then suddenly threw a punch. This punch did not stir up any sound of wind, yet it made people feel an intense sense of oppression. It was as if a mountain peak had collapsed in an instant, and that majestic power was impossible to look at directly.

"Is this the power of the Mountain Crushing Fist?" Cheng Feng muttered to himself, his eyes shimmering with an excited light. He knew that he had begun to truly grasp the essence of this Mountain Crushing Fist.

In the days that followed, Cheng Feng studied the manual even harder and practiced the Mountain Crushing Fist incessantly. His Fist Technique became increasingly proficient, and his strength grew ever more powerful. He began to attempt using the Mountain Crushing Fist in the courtyard, and every strike made people feel shocked.

However, Cheng Feng was not satisfied because of this. He knew that the might of the Mountain Crushing Fist went far beyond this. He continued to study the manual in depth, searching for that deeper level of fist intent.

Finally, one day, while Cheng Feng was studying the manual, he suddenly felt a wondrous realization. He understood that the power of the Mountain Crushing Fist did not just come from the throwing of a fist, but even more from the firmness and persistence of the heart. Only when the heart and the Fist Technique were completely fused could the true might of the Mountain Crushing Fist be unleashed.

Thus, Cheng Feng began to attempt to fuse his heart with the Mountain Crushing Fist. He closed his eyes, letting his spirit and the Fist Technique echo with one another. He felt his heart filled with power, as if a mountain peak stood tall and unmoving within his heart.

When he opened his eyes again, his gaze had become firm and profound. He took a deep breath, and then suddenly threw a punch. This punch seemed to carry endless power, as if it were about to destroy the entire world.

"Is this the true might of the Mountain Crushing Fist?" Cheng Feng muttered to himself, a satisfied smile appearing on his face. He knew that he had truly grasped the essence of this Mountain Crushing Fist.