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Chapter 194

    Chapter 194


    Oliver pondered for a moment, then picked up the fist guidebook and handed it to Wayne. “Both of you


    take a look at this fist guidebook. Personally, I found insights from reading it, and as soon as I


    practiced, I could feel its power. The things written in it are truly remarkable!”


    Wayne took it and started flipping through its pages.


    Oliver quickly advised, “Not like that. You should read it from back to front, following the ancient way.”


    Wayne flipped the pages from the back, one by one, but his brows furrowed.


    Oliver was still thinking about how to exin the experience of reading the fist guidebook to Wayne and


    Simon.


    However, when he looked up at Wayne, he found that thetter’s brows were deeply furrowed.


    Wayne read for a while and said to Oliver, “Mr. Eastwood, I can’t


    understand this book. There are so many traditional characters I don’t recognize. Whenever I try to


    read, I just fall asleep. Honestly, I can’t handle this!”


    Then, he gestured to Simon and said, “Simon, you do it. Myprehension is terrible.”


    Simon kept shaking his head and waving his hands. “Forget it, forget it. I focus on practical work, not


    reading.”


    Oliver’s head was starting to ache. These two, despite being skilled, turned into novices when it came


    to reading.


    “Well…” Oliver thought for a moment and said, “Let me exin it to you. The fundamental technique of


    Style Fist is Standing Meditation. Let me demonstrate.”


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    As Oliver spoke, he did Standing Meditation, meticulously detailing the insights and experiences.


    Strangely enough, although Wayne and Simon were not fond of reading, they instantly entered a state


    when Oliver taught them this way.


    Following Oliver’s posture, they stood one in front of the other. Masters were masters-mastering one


    technique meant mastering a myriad. Although they hadn’t practiced traditionalbat arts, they


    specialized


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    in closebat and survival skills designed for the army. They also trained in various instinctive skills


    necessary for field operations and special forces. After practicing this stance for a few minutes, they


    reached an amazing state.


    Standing Meditation was the foundational practice for both internal and external training. Although


    Wayne and Simon excelled in closebat, theycked internal energy cultivation. Surprisingly, after


    practicing this stance, it felt as if they had been practicing it for years.


    In fact, it wasn’t that Wayne and Simon were exceptionally talented; it was their years of army training


    that had pushed their bodies to the pinnacle of human endurance. Essentially, they hadid the


    foundation needed forbat arts through their rigorous training. That was why when they practiced


    Standing Meditation, they immediately entered a state as if they had been practicing it for over a


    decade.


    As Wayne and Simon practiced this stance, they felt a peculiar sensation they had never experienced


    before. A strange, low humming resonated from inside their bodies.


    It was a sound known inbat arts as the priceless ringing sound.


    This inner sound emerged spontaneously—a sign of the initial development of internal energy. Most


    people who practicedbat arts their entire lives struggled to reach this cultivation stage. Those who


    achieved it were considered true beginners, stepping into the realm of


    mastery.


    If a genuine master witnessed this, they would be astounded. It was incredibly rare for even one person


    to reach this level, yet there were three individuals achieving it consecutively.


    Not to mention, these three were practicing Style Fist for the first time, especially Oliver, whose


    cultivation stage surpassed Wayne, Simon, and even that of the most eminent Style Fist masters.


    Wayne and Simon stood in this stance for nearly an hour. As they -performed the movements, the force


    of their punches created a booming


    sound, shattering the air.


    Having gone through this process himself, Oliver understood the rarity of this state. He didn’t disturb


    their concentration and silently observed.


    Wayne took a deep breath, and Simon followed suit. They exchanged nces, extended their fists, and


    with a sharp sound, they each took a few steps back.


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    At that moment, they couldn’t help but be both surprised and delighted. They had broken through the


    heights and barriers they struggled with before in just an hour.


    If their previous skill level was an 80, now they had surged ahead, at least reaching a 90.


    Moreover, this level could continue to rise as time went on.


    Wayne and Simon had pushed their bodies to the peak of human endurance, and it seemed there was


    no more room for improvement. They had hit a wall they couldn’t ovee, no matter how much they


    practiced. But today, practicing Standing Meditation with Oliver had unexpectedly led to a


    breakthrough.


    Wayne stared nkly for a moment, then fixed his gaze on Oliver. “Mr. Eastwood, although I haven’t


    practiced traditionalbat arts, I’ve heard of the saying that without cultivating inner strength,bat


    arts practice is in vain. Is the skill you taught us rted to internal energy?”


    In fact, Wayne could clearly feel the increased strength in his internal organs after practicing this skill. It


    felt like a flow of energy within him.


    Oliver was also a little confused. After thinking for a while, he said, “I’m not sure either because I’m not


    familiar with it. I practiced it just by reading this fist guidebook.”


    Wayne and Simon exchanged nces again, and then Wayne turned to ask Oliver, “Mr. Eastwood, I


    feel like there’s more to it. Are there further instructions?”


    “Of course!”


    Oliver immediately said, “This Style Fist includes Standing Meditation, Five Element Fist, and Twelve


    Forms Fist. I’ve just grasped some tricks from Five Element Fist. Let me demonstrate it for you.”


    As soon as Oliver mentioned it, he started demonstrating Five Element Fist, following the attributes of


    metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. His movements were full of intent.


    Wayne and Simon watched in utter shock.


    Oliver’s fists alternated between sharp as iron spikes, solid like a colossal mountain, flowing like


    endless water, burning like the raging fire, and resembling ancient trees in a forest.


    To their astonishment, Oliver’s punches even created shockwaves. They could imagine that if one of


    these punches struck a human body, that


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    person would shatter into a pile of mud.


    Previously, Wayne and Simon had been secretly delighted with their breakthrough and progress. They


    knew they hadn’t reached their full potential yet, but whenpared to Oliver, they felt a twinge of fear.


    “Is this the same Mr. Eastwood who seemed schrly andcking inbat prowess? How has he


    achieved such a level, a realm we could only gaze upon in awe?” they thought.


    Wayne and Simon keenly sensed that the skills Oliver practiced could elevate them to apletely


    different level. Yet, they also understood it would be immensely challenging to reach the heights he


    demonstrated. Oliver continued his demonstration like flowing water, seamlesslypleting Five


    Element Fist. Then, he awkwardly said, “There’s still Twelve Forms Fist to learn, but I haven’t practiced


    them yet. I’m feeling a bit hungry. Let’s go grab a meal, shall we?”


    Fabian and several girls also arrived at this time. Seeing the state of Oliver’s office, they were utterly


    shocked.


    “How on earth did such a huge hole appear in the wall?” they wondered.
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