Chapter 1 The Origin

Kung fu martial arts originated very early, with the initial prototypes being summarized by human ancestors in the process of hunting wild animals.

Over thousands of years, many techniques for fighting humans and battlefield combat have been added.

It wasn't until three hundred years ago that Grandmaster Gu Changfeng and others established the Central Martial Arts Academy, summarizing a complete boxing system.

In these three hundred years, technology has advanced rapidly, and techniques such as kung fu martial arts have also developed greatly.

But even with the current development of artificial intelligence, which can summarize all the boxing and martial arts routines of thousands of years in a second, there are still things it cannot touch.

This is the heart, the spirit, the soul, and the God of Fist.

Under the heavy snowfall, An Qisheng stood quietly.

Wang Zhixuan's hypnosis was indeed extraordinary, instantly evoking many memories of his past and present lives.

He had lived two lives, tilled the land for food, been bullied, fought, killed people, wandered between life and death, experienced true death, and had the joy of new life...

Many thoughts flashed through his mind.

Again and again, emotions were constantly brewing, gradually becoming more and more full.

Suddenly, the picture in his heart froze.

The earth cracked, tall buildings collapsed, countless crowds flowed like ants, and vehicles collided on the avenue.

Wails, despair, and cries were endless.

Earthquake!

A great earthquake!

That was a terrifying natural disaster beyond all human capabilities!

Rumble!

In an instant, a thunder seemed to explode in An Qisheng's heart.

Before his eyes, that scene seemed to reappear, tall buildings collapsed like stacked blocks, and pieces of concrete weighing thousands of pounds fell from the sky like a torrential rain.

The surrounding crowd let out hysterical roars...

That was the last moment of his death in his previous life.

Whoosh!

In the whistling cold wind, An Qisheng, who had been standing still for a long time, suddenly moved.

He stomped his foot fiercely, shaking off all the snow on his body. He took a step, and the snow on both sides of his body was thrown high.

As he stepped forward, he stretched out his arms, clenched his five fingers, and threw a punch.

At the same time, the emotions in his heart, which had reached the limit, erupted at this moment!

Seeking life in the face of death!

Never give up, even in the face of natural disasters!

Bang!

With a punch, there was a sonic boom-like explosion, and the force overflowed, like a gust of wind, blowing up the scattered snowflakes.

An Qisheng staggered, almost falling to the ground.

Just one punch almost exhausted him, and at the same time, a splitting pain came from his arm.

"Muscle strain..."

An Qisheng's chest rose and fell, and after repeating this several times, he exhaled a long breath of white air.

With his current physical strength, he could unleash a hundred punches without panting, shake a spear for an hour without getting tired, and run ten kilometers without sweating.

This punch almost exhausted him, which showed that this punch could not be used in actual combat at all.

An Qisheng slowly stood up. Although he was exhausted to the limit, he did not immediately go to rest. Instead, he slowly practiced a set of Xingyiquan postures and stood in the Santishi stance for half an hour.

Then, he went into the house, cooked medicinal food, and sat cross-legged to rest in meditation, while visualizing the 'stick figure' in his mind.

In a half-asleep, half-awake state, after a full three hours, An Qisheng recovered his strength and slowly opened his eyes:

"The path should be right, but it is not advisable to be exhausted after one punch, and there will not be such a long brewing time in battle.

Moreover, the body cannot remember the state of this punch at all. If it were an ordinary person, they might not know when they would be able to throw this punch again after accidentally throwing it.

It may take months or years of continuous practice to become proficient."

The enlightenment of traditional martial artists is not a one-time thing.

To make chance encounters proficient, massive practice is required.

Fortunately, he doesn't seem to need it.

With a thought, An Qisheng's panel appeared in his vision, and he entered his dream again in a second.

He dreamed of himself throwing that punch a few hours ago.

Remembering the state at the moment of enlightenment, others need tens of millions of practices.

An Qisheng said that he only needs to sleep.

........

On the fifth day of his initial contact with the God of Fist, An Qisheng received a call from Wang Zhixuan, ending this retreat.

Although Wang Zhixuan's hypnosis was abrupt, it was undeniable that it was of great benefit to him, so he had to go out with her.

Xingcheng didn't have an airport, so he drove to Handan Airport, took a plane to Modu (Shanghai), and met Wang Zhixuan outside the airport a few hours later.

The traffic at Modu Airport was also very large.

But An Qisheng saw Wang Zhixuan at a glance.

The woman was still wearing sunglasses, leaning against her SUV, with a strong aura and still conspicuous in the crowd.

"You're the genius An Qisheng that Xuanxuan mentioned? You look just average."

An Qisheng sat in the back seat. The woman speaking was sitting in the passenger seat.

The woman wore light makeup. Under her long eyelashes, her eyes were bright. When she spoke, her red lips were slightly curved, her words were soft, and she was charming and alluring.

"You are?"

An Qisheng glanced at her. The woman's fingers were slender, and her long nails exuded a bright white luster.

Her hand skills seemed to be very good.

"My name is Jiang Shili, Li Yan's older sister."

The woman smiled slightly and introduced herself.

"So you're Senior Brother Li's sister. I am An Qisheng, but I can't be called a genius."

An Qisheng didn't care why Li Yan's older sister's surname was Jiang. He greeted her indifferently:

"As for my looks, I was born with them."

An Qisheng's appearance was not handsome. He looked delicate when he was seriously ill a year ago. After practicing martial arts again, his face had some edges and corners.

He wasn't ugly, but he wasn't as handsome as the current popular idols.

"Hehe."

Jiang Shili chuckled and ignored An Qisheng.

She was just a little curious about what the person was like who could make Mu Longcheng test him and Ju Chen Dao Ren praise his talent.

"You seem to have improved again."

Wang Zhixuan held the steering wheel with one hand and glanced at An Qisheng through the rearview mirror.

She was a little surprised.

Before, it was fine, but after several months, and suspected of being guided by a grandmaster like Ju Chen Dao Ren, it was reasonable for him to improve faster.

This time, the interval between the two meetings was only five and a half days, and it seemed that there was progress again?

With such talent, he only broke through to An Jin (Inner Force) after practicing martial arts for more than ten years?

Or did he suddenly become enlightened after An Jin?

No matter which reason, it seemed a little inconsistent.

"I have to thank Doctor Wang for your guidance."

An Qisheng replied.

His kung fu had not yet reached perfection, and his progress was almost no secret to these great boxers, so he was also very helpless.

"I have hypnotized and guided no less than a thousand people, and there is no one who has progressed like you. It can be said that you are the only one."

Under the cover of sunglasses, a trace of thought flashed in Wang Zhixuan's eyes.

An Qisheng stopped talking.

Should he say that he had grasped the God of Fist in just five short days?

There was no way to explain this.

Jiang Shili chuckled, her beautiful eyes turned, and fell on An Qisheng:

"It seems that little brother An still has secrets."

"Who doesn't have secrets?"

An Qisheng replied lightly, changing the subject:

"Doctor Wang, with my strength, there should be nothing I can do to help you in Modu, right?"

He wasn't being humble.

An Qisheng knew his own limits.

Wang Zhixuan was a local in Modu, and several generations had served in the military. She was also a Huajin (Transformation Force) grandmaster. In a place like Modu, there seemed to be no place where she could use him.

"Naturally, I don't need your help in Modu, but this time, I'm going to sea."

Wang Zhixuan raised one hand and threw her phone to An Qisheng:

"This is a satellite video that was circulating from the Golden Eagle Empire some time ago. You can take a look..."