Chapter 8: Will Like Iron, Visualization Manifestation!

Inside the training ground, Fang Can, whose body was in an overclocked state, did not rush to practice martial arts but instead scanned every person present with his gaze.

After more than twenty minutes of observation, he had already absorbed the Wu Gong of most people present.

Fists, legs, palms, knives, spears...

Swords, halberds, staffs, clubs, hooks...

Except for those whose movements were too fast, leaving afterimages on his retina that made them impossible to see clearly or learn, he had thoroughly mastered all the other skills.

After all, the so-called martial arts of this early stage were merely a stacking of body movements.

There was no difference compared to painting, dancing, or running; master one method, master all methods.

Having spent a short while roughly, Fang Can closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let his brain relax.

Limited by the support of his body's hardware, he could currently only crudely steal and memorize these Wu Gong.

Moreover, even then, there was absolutely no way to see the so-called internal Qi through mere external observation.

'Indeed, mere visual observation cannot fully comprehend the mysteries of the so-called Idealist Martial Dao; I must test it myself.' Fang Can made a firm decision in his heart.

In the next moment, he assumed the opening stance of the 'Thirty-Six Tiger Devouring Fist Technique' from the booklet, which was impossibly standard.

'According to Yang Lie, the most important thing is firm belief; only the firmness of the heart can feedback into the flesh and blood.'

Fang Can silently chanted in his heart, attempting to imagine a warm current trickling out from the acupoint position of his heart and pouring down into the next acupoint.

Under the hypnosis of his brain, he seemed to truly feel a warm current surging.

However, Fang Can knew this was merely a placebo effect akin to shamans dancing; in reality, it was just a hallucination produced by his brain deceiving itself, in short, wishful thinking.

With his will not wavering in the slightest, Fang Can moved his posture, throwing out the second form of the Tiger Devouring Fist Technique, while his spirit meticulously imagined that warm current connecting through three major acupoints.

In the distance, Yang Lie sipped the strong wine in his cup, squinting as he scanned the situation in the arena to prevent any accidents.

'Oh, starting to practice the Fist Technique so quickly? The form looks quite decent, but what's the use if you haven't even memorized the acupoints? A greedy and rash fellow.'

Yang Lie made this assessment in his heart, then carelessly downed the wine in his cup in one gulp.

Because of Fang Can's relatively advanced age, he held no hope for this disciple at all, and even his teaching was perfunctory.

Besides mentioning the main taboos, he did not fully explain some matters requiring attention, clearly being perfunctory and bullying the newcomer for not understanding.

Three minutes later, as Fang Can completed the entire set of the Thirty-Six Tiger Devouring Fist Technique, apart from the brain's self-deception, no sensation whatsoever arose; instead, his muscles became sore from executing the entire set of Fist Technique with full force.

Without the slightest discouragement, Fang Can, like the most devout believer praying, looked with a determination firm enough to join the party.

Having completed the first round with no supernatural manifestation, he would simply do it again.

In the Genius State, whether it was rationality, perseverance, focus, inspiration, luck, intuition...

All passive abilities were elevated equally, allowing Fang Can to suppress all retreat and doubt.

'As long as you believe, it doesn't matter what you believe...'

'In that case, I don't care about this Idealist Martial Dao; I only believe in myself...'

'If others can do it, I will only do it better than them...'

'If this so-called Idealist Martial Dao is correct, then my belief and talent will absolutely not be lower than anyone else's.'

As Fang Can threw punches again and again, tiny thoughts began to rise from his mind.

Without the hesitation, doubt, or questioning of one's own talent that common people have when practicing martial arts, Fang Can possessed absolute confidence in himself.

This was due both to the increase in talent after entering the Genius State and the social atmosphere of his previous life.

In Fang Can's past life, a cosmic storm swept the globe, and various mutated monsters emerged endlessly.

However, a portion of lucky humans also awakened superpowers and rebuilt order.

Since the nation was built by superpower users, all upper-level rights were monopolized by them; law, discourse power, money, and manufacturing were all in their hands.

Under the subtle influence of superpower users, the consensus in everyone's heart became that superpower users were naturally superior beings.

And Fang Can, a superpower user, was born into such an environment; one can imagine his psychological state.

He would never possess doubt or questioning; instead, he had absolute confidence, because superpower users were simply different from ordinary people.

Under Fang Can's repeated arduous practice, unknown to anyone, his thoughts gradually gathered and condensed above a higher dimension.

And on the closed panel, the description column began to show changes.

Description Column:

The host's thoughts have gathered; using the 'Thirty-Six Tiger Devouring Fist Technique' as a basis, flesh and blood as the altar, will as the anchor, and blood Qi as the sacrifice, visualization manifestation has begun.

Manifesting 【Tiger Fiend Eighty-Eight Grotto-Heavens】.

Manifestation progress: 1% → 2% → 3%...

—Estimated time required: 73 minutes 21 seconds—

As Fang Can practiced the Thirty-Six Tiger Devouring Fist Technique repeatedly, the manifestation progress on the description column began to steadily increase bit by bit.

However, Fang Can paid no attention to these things on the attribute panel; he only focused repeatedly on visualizing internal energy flowing through specific acupoints throughout his body.

Finally, after the thirteenth round, Fang Can stopped his movements.

Because every move and every form was executed with full effort, his body's muscles had reached almost their limit due to continuous motion and needed time to recover.

Squatting on the ground, he began to rub the muscles in his hands, kneading out the congested muscles to prevent soreness the next day.

While relaxing his muscles, he simultaneously manipulated his stomach muscles, slowly regurgitating the arsenic that was on the verge of dissolving.

"Yue~Tui!"

Casually spitting the arsenic from his stomach to the side, Fang Can felt the sensation of being omnipotent and controlling everything from just moments ago vanish immediately.

Instead, feelings of laziness, exhaustion, hunger, drowsiness, and soreness took over his mind.

'That's enough for the cheat today.' Fang Can thought helplessly.

Pondering that he must find a new stimulation method before those seven pills were consumed, otherwise he would have to rely on self-harm to actively improve his aptitude; that would be all bloody and gory, making people think he had run over to the neighboring Flame Fist movie set.

Muttering to himself, he subconsciously opened the panel he had previously ignored, only to be immediately drawn to the changes appearing in the description column.

Forgot the front... forgot the back...

In short, 【Tiger Fiery Eighty-Eight Cave Heavens】 Visualization Manifestation 89.2%

—Estimated time required: 21 hours 52 minutes 17 seconds—

Looking at the progress bar, Fang Can recalled Yang Lie's words earlier: if one could generate a sensation of Qi within a month, it would be considered superior talent.

Thinking of this, a thread of respect rose involuntarily in Fang Can's heart:

'No wonder he is of superior talent; to cross the gap I created in one hour with a month of effort is truly impressive. Indeed, heroes under heaven are as numerous as carp crossing the river, and must not be underestimated.'

(End of this chapter)