Chapter 4

The overall appearance had not changed, only his complexion had improved, and his two eyes were bright and full of spirit.

He had more charisma!

He looked even more handsome!

"Now that the body is better, I'll learn Baji Fist!"

"You animals in the courtyard, whoever dares to provoke me again, I will let you taste the power of my iron fists."

"The pain you brought to my predecessor, I will repay you a thousand times over."

"Baji Fist skill card, use!"

Instantly.

In Wan Ping'an's mind, a small figure appeared, starting from zero foundation, learning Baji Fist bit by bit until becoming a Baji Fist master.

It was not a simple infusion of skills.

It was a personal experience of a long learning process, thoroughly mastering Baji Fist.

Boom!

Wan Ping'an was very excited and punched the table.

The hard solid wood table was punched through, leaving a fist-shaped hole.

The edges of the hole were neat, not like it had been punched, but rather like it had been dug out with a knife.

Just punched through!

Not shattered!

It required powerful strength, lightning speed, and exquisite technique.

It was a hundred times harder than shattering the table!

If anyone saw it, unless they were an expert, they would definitely think he was causing destruction, deliberately digging a hole in the table, and curse him for being a spendthrift.

Wan Ping'an looked at his right hand; punching through the table, it was neither red nor swollen, and he didn't feel any pain at all, nor was there any pain when he moved it.

"It's not that the pain nerves are dead."

"It's because after the gene potion modification and the Baji Fist strengthening, my body's strength has increased significantly, and this little impact cannot hurt me."

"The greatest function of pain is to remind the human body that it has been harmed."

"Without harm, of course, there will be no pain."

"My pain system is normal!"

To verify his guess, Wan Ping'an even knocked his two fists together.

Boom!

A faint pain, indicating his guess was correct.

If he hit a stone or a piece of iron, it could hurt his hand, and he would feel the pain.

"Seeing Shazhu, the combat power ceiling of the Sihe Academy, can he withstand a punch from me?"

Wan Ping'an was very satisfied.

Then he learned master-level culinary arts.

He re-experienced the process of learning Baji Fist.

"Haha, as long as I want to, I can definitely steal Seeing Shazhu's job."

"In the drama of the Sihe Academy, the most important factor for Seeing Shazhu to be successful at the steel mill is his good cooking skills."

"The factory leaders need him."

"If the factory leaders didn't need him, they could find any excuse to demote him to sweep the toilets."

"Seeing Shazhu, I hope you don't come to provoke me."

"Otherwise, my Baji Fist can beat you until you cry for your parents, and my cooking can steal your job; you are too weak in front of me."

Wan Ping'an's eyes were bright.

Having just gained the ability, he was eager to try and wanted to find someone to practice on.

"What is farming perception?"

"Perceiving farming items?"

"How to perceive?"

Wan Ping'an was a little confused.

Farming perception was not like Baji Fist, which could punch through a table, seeing the power of the fist technique in reality.