Novel Full Chapter 156: Mastering Bullet Fist
Chapter 156: Mastering Bullet Fist
Shaking off his shocked expression Zhao Luo read ahead.
The training for bullet fist had yet to be explained but there wasn’t much left to read
[ There is a fine line between Explosive and Calming Fist Planes that line is where Bullet Fist Plane lies ]
[ To enter the Bullet Fist Plane you need to use an explosive punch and then a calming punch. Keep on switching the planes with each fist thrown at the mountain. After 30 million punches you will know what the bullet fist plane is. ]
[ Remember the bullet fist is a name of two techniques combined by the meticulous and torturous process. So you are actually learning three techniques and not one. ]
[ I will leave my ultimate technique in your hands that took me 78 years to master ]
[ Goodbye my disciple ]
The book had ended.
It wasn’t only a good technique but also a good read.
Goodbye senior.
Zhao Luo bowed his head towards the book in the empty dark space.
There were two things that Zhao Luo found hard to believe.
78 years?
Did the founder really train his fist for 78 years to achieve this?
Zhao Luo mumbled while thinking about how he had already entered the second stage that was the calming fist plane in almost two days.
If this is the ultimate technique then why did you write a book II?
Zhao Luo already knew the answer to this question of his.
It was at the stat of the other book.
While getting rid of such useless thoughts off his mind Zhao Luo moved towards the mountain.
I just need to hit the mountain while switching up the fist.
30 million times…
Zhao Luo said as he closed his eyes for a second.
SUMMON!
‘POOF.’
Zhao Luo’s nine apparitions formed around him.
They all also moved towards the mountain.
The goal is to hit the mountain 3 million times this time.
Zhao Luo slowly said.
How long will it take me?
He could easily throw these mixed punches 20 times in a second. That was 1200 punches in a minute.
‘It will take me around two days to reach my target.’
Zhao Luo mumbled and started throwing his fists at the mountain.
Bang!
..
Bang!
…
Bang!
…
Bang!
The fist fury continued in the dark space as Zhao Luo and his apparitions continued with their training to enter the bullet fist plane.
—- —- —- —-
Two Days Later.
Zhao Luo now had two and a half days left before the tournament day would start.
But where was Zhao Luo?
In the dark space.
Zhao Luo sat on the dark floor he had already absorbed his apparitions
Zhao Luo was almost done with the assimilation too.
‘Fhuuu~.’
Zhao Luo breathed out for a few seconds and got up from his spot.
‘Tap.’
‘Tap.’
‘Tap.’
Three steps and Zhao Luo was in front of the dark grey mountain that looked a thousand times smaller now because of the attacks from Zhao Luo and his apparitions.
Since its size had decreased but its weight was still the same this just showed how much sturdier it had become now.
Zhao Luo with a cold face pulled back his arms while his elbow was adjacent to his sides.
‘Bullet Fist.’
Zhao Luo said and threw his fist like an arrow leaving a bow.
‘…’
Zhao Luo’s fist touched the surface of the mountain but there was no sound because of this collision.
After the tiniest moment.
Boom!
Boom!
Two bombing sounds resounded in the dark space and for the first time a hole twice as bigger as 12 feet was left in the mountain.
…
Zhao Luo silently watched the power of his fist unfold its destruction on the strongest mountain.
It took me 4 days to master this technique while the senior who wrote it took 78 years.
Zhao Luo mumbled but he didn’t look down on the founder of this technique.
First the founder didn’t have a guide. Second he didn’t have nine selves that could share his burden. Third the recovery in the dark space was unmatched.
Zhao Luo while thinking about the hole left in the mountain that perfectly matched his fist couldn’t help but a question.
Who is the founder? What kind of Senior can come up with such a technique? How strong must he have been in his prime? And how can such a strong person lose to someone who is using a stick?
Zhao Luo while having such questions took out the second book.
The silver D grade Bullet Fist’s continuation.
Bullet Fist of Yin and Yang.
Zhao Luo opened it and the first page was missing the requirement now.
Zhao Luo had already achieved the requirement to learn it.
[ When your Fist becomes one with the Body only then will you be able to master this Improved Version Of Bullet Fist ]
Zhao Luo glanced at his fist and realized something.
So this was what it meant to be one with the fist.
Zhao Luo’s hands left the book for an instant but before the book could fall the book’s edges were already being held by his hands again.
‘Shu Shu Shu Shu.’
Four wails were heard showing that Zhao Luo had thrown his fist fur times in that infinitely small part of a second.
Each attack moved along with his eyes his body tightened his back straight and his feet were insanely sturdy during the four punches giving him a balance like that of a fortress.
After confirming it Zhao Luo continued reading the page.
[ I mastered the art of fists. The road had already ended for me. My fists were perfect. Many swords had fallen before my fists. Many spears had been busted apart by these godly fists. But then I met him. A man who carried a wood stick who used a wood stick like a part of his body like a weapon. He didn’t differentiate if it was a weapon or his body part he used his four limbs while his body was the core to leave a mark on my fist and pushing me back ]
The other senior must have trained with a stick to the extreme.
Zhao Luo thought of something that made sense to him.
But that wasn’t the case.
This was something that Zhao Luo had already read before but before it was just out of curiosity.
Now he was giving his ideas cause he would be learning this so he could further improve his bullet fist.
So the senior was met with an equal genius.
Zhao Luo further expressed his thoughts on what the founder had written here.
Since Zhao Luo had mastered bullet fists after throwing millions of punches Zhao Luo’s body already acted as a core without him focusing on it.
His other limbs also simply moved along with the fist he was throwing so how did the founder of this technique lost to another senior who used a stick but in the same way.
‘This is a mystery.
Zhao Luo mumbled but the answer to this mystery was in his hands.