"ill!"
Dai Mubai couldn't help but curse aloud to mask his inner turmoil:
What's the point of living?
"Childhood without the joy of childhood is like being a puppet on a string."
"So what if you're incredibly strong?"
"He has lost the joy of being human!"
"I, Dai Mubai, would never want to live this ascetic life for even a single day!"
He must deny the other party's opinion.
Otherwise, it would be tantamount to admitting one's laziness and incompetence.
Yu Xiaogang's face was also gloomy at this moment.
The perseverance displayed by the White Emperor in the picture startled even this "theoretical master".
But he absolutely cannot admit that he is wrong.
"snort."
Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly, put his hands behind his back, and struck a mysterious pose:
"To attract attention."
"Reading military strategy books at the age of three? Could he even understand them?"
"It's just rote memorization."
"This kind of mechanical learning will only stifle a child's creativity and spirituality."
"This is a typical example of cramming education, which is destined to produce only a bookworm, not a true strong person."
Upon hearing this, Tang San immediately nodded in agreement.
"The teacher is right."
"The path of cultivation requires a balance of tension and relaxation."
"Simply engaging in rigorous self-cultivation will only make one's mindset rigid."
"I think Dai Mubai from this white world will just be a reckless man who only knows how to cultivate and doesn't know how to adapt."
The Shrek members started talking amongst themselves.
They desperately try to belittle this effort from every angle, as if only in this way can they maintain their crumbling sense of superiority.
...
However.
While everyone in the underworld was busy practicing "psychological victory,"
The image on the sky changed again.
This time.
It's no longer about reading, nor is it about running or standing in a stationary position.
[White World: Three Years Old, His Punch Is Astounding!]
In the picture.
As the sun set, it dyed the martial arts arena of the Star Luo Imperial Palace a blood-red hue.
Three-year-old Dai Mubai slowly closed the ancient book in his hands.
He neatly placed the scrolls on the stone table beside him.
Then.
He walked to the center of the training ground.
The initial momentum.
There were no fancy moves.
The small body crouched slightly, its feet gripping the ground tightly like the roots of an old tree.
breathe.
With each breath, faint white air currents could be seen rising and falling from the nose, like two small white dragons.
The next moment.
He moved.
No longer the naive girl she once was.
This punch carried a weight and domineering force completely out of character for his age!
"drink!"
A clear, low shout burst forth from that tender throat.
A tiny fist suddenly slammed forward.
This punch looked ordinary.
There was neither the glow of soul power nor the possession of a martial soul.
It's purely physical strength.
but--
Just as the fist was thrown.
[Boom!]
A deep, muffled rumble of thunder suddenly echoed from the sky!
Immediately afterwards.
Everyone watched in utter horror.
The air in front of Xiao Dai Mubai's fist twisted and vibrated violently, as if a boulder had been thrown into the water!
Visible, transparent ripples spread wildly outwards from his fist.
Click!
Even faintly, one could see tiny black cracks appearing in the void, as if even space itself was being torn apart by this pure fist force!
The essence of fist!
That was a supreme martial intent!
It's just a starting move.
That overwhelming sense of oppression, that domineering aura that seemed capable of shattering the heavens.
Through the screen, it slammed hard into the hearts of everyone in the dark world!
...
The Dark World.
Star Luo Empire, Hall of Worship.
The elderly men with white hair and beards who were originally sitting cross-legged on the futon suddenly jumped up as if their bottoms had caught fire.
"this..."
"This starting stance..."
The head priest's voice trembled, and his cloudy old eyes were filled with a ghostly terror.
"This is... Fist of the Void?!"
"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"
An elder standing nearby was so excited that he plucked out several hairs from his beard.
"This boxing technique was obtained by my Star Luo royal family's ancestor in an ancient ruin."
"Because it is too fierce and domineering, it has extremely high requirements for the physical body, and it is incomplete."
Even our ancestors only scratched the surface!
"Over the past few hundred years, countless exceptionally talented members of the royal family have attempted to cultivate this art, only to have their meridians shattered or their bodies explode and they die!"
"This is a dead fist technique that can never be mastered!"
"He...he's only three years old!"
"How could a three-year-old possibly master the Void Fist technique?!"
These elders, who were all titled Douluo-level figures, completely lost their composure at this moment.
They stared intently at the tiny figure in the sky.
Every move and stance contained a terrifying intent to shatter the void.
That's not just for show.
That was the real, perfect, and even more profound than what was recorded in the incomplete book—the Fist of Emptiness!
If this is true.
Dai Mubai of this white world is simply a monster among monsters!
...
Tian Dou Camp.
Although I don't understand what "the fist is in the void" means.
But anyone who isn't blind can see how terrifying this set of boxing techniques is.
The air exploded with each punch.
Each time I stomped my foot, it caused a huge tremor.
This is clearly telling everyone that this is not child's play!
Yu Xiaogang's mouth dropped open.
Before he could even utter the phrase "all show and no substance," he was abruptly cut off.
His face turned a deep purplish-red, and he felt a burning pain in his cheeks.
Another slap in the face!
Is this canopy deliberately making things difficult for itself?
I just called him a bookworm, and he immediately unleashed a set of terrifying-looking punches!
"What...what kind of boxing style is this?"
Tang San had already activated his Purple Demon Eye to its maximum, staring intently at the screen.
A storm raged within him.
The power generation techniques in this fist style are even more profound than the Xuan Yu Hand and Crane Control and Dragon Capture techniques of the Tang Clan!
That pure outburst of power completely defied common sense!
"Boss Dai, do you recognize this boxing style?"
Tang San turned to look at Dai Mubai beside him.
Dai Mubai at this moment.
He was frozen in place, as if struck by lightning.
His pupils contracted to pinpoints, his lips trembled, and he couldn't speak for a long time.
a long time.
He managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth:
"The fist strikes the void..."
"That's...that's a forbidden technique of the royal family!"
Upon hearing the words "forbidden technique," everyone around immediately perked up their ears.
Dai Mubai took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart, and explained in a hoarse voice:
"This is a unique, fragmentary scroll that only emperors of past dynasties could peruse."
"It is said that once mastered, the physical body can break through all laws, and a single punch can shatter the void."
"but..."
Dai Mubai suddenly raised his head, his tone becoming extremely agitated, even bordering on hysteria:
"That's something you can't possibly learn!"
"When I was ten years old, my father had me try to sense this boxing style."
"Just from the opening move, I almost had my heart meridian shattered by that domineering backlash!"
(End of chapter)