Chapter 1 Thunder on Flat Ground

Bang!

Like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

A punch shot out, and a gust of wind suddenly rose in the empty hotel suite. The surging airflow tore apart the wool carpet on the floor, and the sheets and blankets were blown into a corner.

The airflow hit the walls with a rattling sound, like waves crashing against the rocks.

Clang~

Several meters away, the large floor-to-ceiling window shattered into a pile of fragments with a crash, and then was blown away by the surging airflow like hidden weapons flying in all directions!

Legend has it that ancient grandmasters practiced boxing in secret rooms, and the airflow generated by their fists and feet could shatter the entire wooden window!

Now, An Qisheng's punches were having a similar effect!

Crack, crack, crack~

With each punch, An Qisheng's muscles and bones sounded like a machine that hadn't been running for years.

His short hair stood on end, and his skin was stretched to the limit. Underneath the flushed skin, the large tendons and blood vessels were clearly visible.

The fine pores seemed to be completely open, as if hot steam was喷射out.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~

In the narrow room, An Qisheng raised his fists and feet as if unconsciously.

He only felt his skin getting hotter and hotter, as if a stove was burning fiercely inside his body. The vigorous and澎湃energy poured out from under his fists and feet.

In just a moment, the entire hotel suite was filled with mist, as if a hundred kettles had boiled at once.

Accompanied by the whistling air浪, the scene was spectacular.

Dong, dong, dong~

Ding-ling-ling~

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of knocking and ringing of the doorbell rang urgently.

"Sir, sir, what happened? Please open the door!"

Anxious shouts rang out from outside the door.

Bang!

With a click of the key, the door was opened.

The hotel manager and several security guards rushed in, and were immediately dumbfounded at the sight of An Qisheng, still punching and kicking amidst the rolling steam.

"This, this, this..."

Listening to the whistling sound of the airflow from his punches and kicks, they were all stunned.

Was this still a human being?

"Hoo!"

An Qisheng slowly withdrew his momentum, and the red skin, like an iron placed in water, quickly faded in color.

A long stream of air blew out of his mouth, taking away all the water vapor in the room and blowing it out through the broken floor-to-ceiling window.

"Sir, you, you..."

The security guards' hands holding the electric batons were shaking.

An Qisheng's face returned to calm, and he looked back at them:

"What's the matter?"

With just one glance, the security guards and the hotel manager were all jolted as if struck by lightning.

The electric batons in their hands were immediately dropped.

Faced with this scene, even a fool would know that this was a great master.

"No, it's nothing..."

The hotel manager wiped his cold sweat and squeezed out a smile:

"It's the guest next door who said they heard an explosion in your room, so we came to check..."

An Qisheng flashed his body and picked up the sandalwood box that had fallen on the ground:

"I'm fine."

"It's great that you're okay."

Looking at the room that looked like it had been hit by a typhoon, the hotel manager forced a smile.

He wanted to discuss compensation, but was a little afraid to speak.

He was about to retreat.

"Wait a moment."

An Qisheng picked up his luggage, holding the wooden box, and stopped the few people whose legs were still shaking:

"I'm checking out anyway, just list all the losses."

"Okay, okay, okay."

The hotel manager nodded quickly.

Facts proved that the hotel was still fair. A bed, a computer, a large-screen TV,吊灯wool毯, etc. were all destroyed at once, but An Qisheng wasn't charged much.

The hotel manager's service attitude was also excellent, truly treating customers as God.

When he was paying the bill, he had already called a car to wait for him at the entrance of the hotel.

"Your hotel's service is very good. If I come to Cangcheng again, your hotel will still be my first choice."

Before getting into the car, An Qisheng nodded to the manager.

"...It's our honor!"

The smile on the hotel manager's face froze, and he quickly closed the car door for An Qisheng:

"I wish you a pleasant journey and bon voyage."

Watching the car gradually drive away, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his stiff face, and muttered:

"Please don't come again..."

......

"Alright, let's stop here."

Somewhere in the suburbs of Cangcheng, An Qisheng got out of the car with his luggage.

"Brother, there's no village in front and no store in back, where are you going?"

The driver asked curiously.

"Don't worry about it, I'm just wandering around."

An Qisheng smiled and handed over the money.

"Weird."

The driver muttered softly, stepped on the accelerator and left.

"I see the verdant mountains, so charming......"

Looking at the lush green mountains in the distance, An Qisheng was in a great mood.

Reaching Huajin (transformation realm) in ancient times meant becoming a grandmaster of boxing. A step further and one could start a sect and establish a school.

Even in modern society with a great explosion of material things, where there are far more masters than in ancient times, Huajin is still a true master, rare to find among millions of people.

Whoosh~

An Qisheng tapped his foot, his body rising and falling, and he had already crossed the road and entered the wilderness.

Once you enter Huajin, the feeling is different.

劲力(jingli - internal force) reaches the whole body, and the senses have greatly increased. Without opening his eyes, he could perceive all movements within twenty or thirty meters.

The wind blowing leaves, dust rising, vibrations underfoot, he could almost feel it all.

An Qisheng strode forward, covering more than ten or twenty meters in an instant. Walking through the wilderness was like踏青(taqing - spring outing), easy and carefree. Occasionally, dead leaves blew over, but before they touched his body, they were shattered.

Not a feather can be added, and mosquitoes cannot land.

Crossing the wilderness and several mountains, the night gradually fell.

Peng, peng, peng~

Beside a river, the wind of his fists was rapid.

An Qisheng walked along the river滩, barefoot on the smooth pebbles, practicing boxing.

Hoo!

A punch shot out, his elbow followed his hand, his shoulder followed his elbow, his body swayed, passing over the long河岸, and the uneven pebbles under his feet did not shake at all.

The fist moves quickly, the feet are stable.

At first, it was Bajiquan (Eight Extremities Fist), then his five fingers grabbed into the air,捏(nie - pinching) out爆(bao - explosive) sounds. He had already switched to Yingzhua Shou (Eagle Claw Hand). After a rise and fall, he turned around and pounced, like a tiger roaring in the mountains and an eagle striking the sky. This was none other than Longhu Da Qinna (Dragon Tiger Great Capturing Hand).

Amidst the whistling airflow, his arms turned soft, like a fish swimming in water, like holding a雀(que - sparrow) in his embrace, but it was the routine of Gu Men Xinyi Quan (Ancient Style Mind Boxing).

Then he made 高猿 (gao yuan - high ape) gestures, made eagle cries,跨(kua - stride) like a bear, stomped his feet, and again like an old elephant狂(kuang - mad)嘶(si - roar), his long nose甩(shuai - fling) and抽爆(choubao - explode) the air.

Through long periods of dreaming, An Qisheng had learned countless boxing methods. Now, when he used them, his boxing style had no rules, nor was he limited to one move or stance.

Even the training methods, fighting methods, killing methods, and演(yan - performing) methods were all used together.

Turning and shifting, his footwork changed more than ten ways, his fists, palms, elbows, shoulders, fingers, feet, knees, hips, body, and chest moved together, turning through dozens of boxing killing moves.

Like flowing clouds and flowing water, easy and comfortable.

Once one enters Huajin, the physical strength has not yet had an explosive increase, but the moves of the boxing methods and routines have already reached another world.

Hoo!

Extreme movement instantly turned into extreme stillness.

An Qisheng's body leaned forward, his bare feet stepped into the water, the river water wet his trouser legs, stopping at his calves, the water only reached his knees!