It wasn't until they reacted and examined the person who had passed out that I came to my senses and realized what had happened.

"Hey, you guy really dare to do it!

I was too scared to know what was going on, I just closed my eyes and let instinct drive me to protect myself.

Touch!

Touch!

Surprisingly, I don't know if it's shit luck or what.

Thin, I knocked them both down.

But what I do know is that I used the straight punches I practiced on weekdays to knock the three of them down.

It's not something that doesn't work.

It protected me from being cowardly.

I immediately ran away from the scene in a panic, afraid that one of the three would wake up immediately.

When I returned home, I didn't feel remorse or self-blame for hitting someone for the first time in my life.

On the contrary, I felt very excited.

The pain in my fist told me it was all real.

I single-handedly defeated three thugs in an instant.

I began to feel complacent about my little things again.

No, no, I told myself.

But the joy in my heart still can't be suppressed.

Maybe that's what changed me.

If there is any hope in my life, now is the turning point, I tell myself.

That's when I realized that even if I hit the streets, I'd encounter those horrible gangsters.

Dangerous places are not only schools, but even streets, and even homes where there is no understanding.

The only thing that is really safe is this dimly lit room that is less than three square meters in size.

From that time on, I never stepped out of the room again, and lived a snail's life.

Wouldn't it be boring? No, it would make me feel at ease and at peace.

As long as I keep throwing punches, I can be satisfied, and I don't have to think about anything that bothers and worries me.

Punch, keep punching.

Before I knew it, the sound of the quarrel downstairs had disappeared from my ears.

Focusing on the counting of the number of punches, it wasn't just the sound of the quarrel that disappeared, and before long, all I had left in my mind was the ever-increasing numbers.

One...... Two...... Three...... Four...... Five............

Eighteen...... Thirty-three......

Sixty-Seven......

Eighty-nine ......

One hundred and three......

No, my physical strength is really not enough, and I am already sweating profusely and out of breath after only throwing more than a hundred punches.

But I didn't give up, and after the break, I continued to work hard.

A few days went on and on.

I lived a life where I practiced boxing in addition to eating.

Three thousand punches a day.

A few months passed............

Five thousand punches a day.

A year has passed..................

My physical strength has improved by leaps and bounds.

No need to rest any more.

One day, 10,000 times, a heart-free fist thrust!

In the beginning, a series of movements took an average of five to six seconds per session.

Hook punches, punch out, close punches.

It took more than eighteen hours to complete 10,000 straight punches on the first day.

After finishing, I fell asleep tired, and when I woke up, I was still stabbing day after day.

I'm satisfied, I'm happy, I'm distracted, I'm happy.

No more worrying about anything.

What the hell is going on outside the room?

How has the world changed?

Regardless, don't ask.

Even if there is a war outside, even if aliens invade the earth, even if the gods of mythology are beginning to gradually return to this world.

Even though the world is suffering greatly, I am the only one who can save them.

It has nothing to do with me either.

........................

About two years later......

With my long hair, I noticed the change.

Even if you complete the 10,000-punch fist thrust.

My curtains are still on.

This means that the sun has not set.

............！

In this way, time passed quietly, and I don't know how many years have passed outside.

There was no mirror in my room, and I didn't know what I was like now.

But I know one thing.

Something absolutely obvious and at the same time very complacent to myself.

Yes, I don't know how many years have passed............

The quantitative change has finally turned into a qualitative change, and he is no longer a chrysalis among silkworms in a small room, but a butterfly with flapping wings and flying high!

The 10,000 fist thrusts without distractions have been completely completed in an hour!!!!

That's right, all the warriors present understood this fact.

It makes no sense to think about how it can be cultivated.

It must be based on an environment that cannot be measured by common sense.

Fear...... It's throwing the body and mind into a state that borders on madness.

Five years, or ten years.

Swing punch, swing punch, swing punch, swing punch, swing punch, swing punch.

Keep throwing punches!!

The furnishings in the room were blown by the fist wind, and he couldn't catch his eye.

Swing your fist, close your fist, hook your fist, and punch again!

Just swing your fist, keep swinging your fist, wake up and swing your fist, and fall asleep when you're done!!

Wake up and keep pumping your fists!!

Five-year ......

Or maybe it's ten years!!!

Of one mind..................

Dig into it.

Throw your mind and body into a state that borders on madness, five years, or ten years.

Of one mind........................

Delve into it!!!!!!!

Use your body and mind to accept the power of accumulation.

Finally, when he heard the legend of Penglai and walked out of the door.

Its speed, its skill, its destructive power......

That simple move ———— [Straight Punch]!!

Reached ————————

Nothing, people, and !!!!!!!!

Bang!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The loud sound of the collision echoed in the ears of everyone present.

Until the sound in my ears dissipated, the loud sound echoed in my heart.

This punch shocked the world.

I can't help but let those who have seen it start to compare.

Is Yan Shuangying's [Straight Fist] stronger? Or is Wuzun Ye Chou's [Blasting Fist] stronger?

Listen to the sound, the two are almost comparable.

The effect can be discussed............

Maybe Ye Chou is stronger.

The reason why those of you can come to this conclusion is because of the feedback that blows.

Yan Shuangying was also very surprised, his surprise was no less than that of everyone else present.

The touch from your hand was like hitting a stone statue.

Although Hikaru Wada flew out, he landed on his feet after a certain distance and stood firm.

"If you haven't fallen down after eating this trick, you're the first. ”

Hikaru Wada rubbed his chest and said with a smile: "The second method of winning a street fight, no matter what happens, you must not fall." ”

Although the mouth is still bluffing.

But Hikaru Wada's heart has exploded.

When he was hit by a motorcycle, he didn't feel such a level of impact and blow.

The person in front of him is no less threatening than an entire team of menacing motorcycles.

But so what? A man can't run away, let alone retreat!!

Can...... Just as Hikaru Wada was thinking this, he checked the injury.

Yan Shuangying spoke.

He said: "I know you're very durable, but you can't dodge my punch, you can't fight back, surrender, I don't want to hurt anyone if you can." ”

..................

In fact, Yan Shuangying said this sentence for his own good.

But in Hikaru Wada's opinion, this is a complete insult!!!

I don't know if it's anger or pain.

The veins on his head bulged out.

Two fingers were stretched out.

"Dude, there's no need to jump to conclusions so early, right? In my opinion, I still have a good chance of winning, and your attack won't work at all!"

It's all face-saving talk, and people live just for a face.

Your own body knows best.

Hikaru Wada knew that what kind of so-called [magic spear] he could only bear two more times at most.

If you hit all four punches, you will definitely die.

Can...... At the moment, there is indeed a chance to win, and not to mention, I have to fight for a breath.

"One, you didn't throw this punch at the beginning, which means that the punch has his limits. ”

"Second, there is no way to shoot this punch in a row, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to say the second sentence, and by this time I would have been knocked away again. ”

Yan Shuangying frowned.

Things didn't turn out as he thought, and he felt a sense of anxiety.

He subconsciously covered his elbow joint with his palm to confirm the status of his arm.

It's okay, and he can hold on.

"It's just a thug, but his head is quite bright. ”

Hikaru Wada finally stopped gasping for breath, and had the strength to pretend to be forced again.

"Brother, there's no need for personal attacks, is it? As far as I know...... People who talk a lot are generally not kind. ”

Hum.

Yan Shuangying sneered, completely not accepting the other party's picking.

"First of all, I don't have a brother like you. ”

"Secondly, if I could, I'd rather be a seedless person. ”

"Fighting, killing, killing, it's actually quite scary. ”

Hikaru Wada planned to continue chatting with him, because he didn't know when the other party's special move would be charged again.

As long as you carry the next move, then calculate the time difference, and you can completely defeat this 'ordinary person' who doesn't know anything except straight punches.

So as he approached the temptation, he said, "You are less of a liar, for those who are afraid will only hide in their homes." Who is not brave and ruthless in martial arts?"

"Admit it. The thrill of knocking down the other person, and the excitement hidden behind the guilt......"

"I don't believe you don't feel anything!"

Ha..................

Yan Shuangying took a deep breath and spit it out again.

He knew that Hikaru Wada was right, and he was indeed feeling excited.

I don't know who once said that there is only a thin line between the perpetrator and the victim.

Am I a victim or a perpetrator?

I didn't want to be a victim, so I had to force myself to be a perpetrator.

But...... Is this really the case?

No, I'm just running away.

I learned to close all my senses.

If I could, I would really like to be an insensitive.

I've given up on a lot of things.

Grades, friends, society, and the future.

All I have left is this punch.

Wouldn't it be nice to live a life as straight as this straight fist?