The sound of the waves ebbed and flowed, like the city’s deepest, most lingering breath before dawn. On the beach dyed by the night, a solitary figure blended into the darkness. He bared his robust upper body, wearing only a pair of athletic shorts, with bare feet on the cool, moist sand. Allowing waves to surge and swirl, washing over his ankles. The figure seemed motionless, yet his punches were already poised to strike. A swift right Straight Punch tore through the air in front of him. A sharp sonic boom, like a sudden release after extreme suppression, sharp and abrupt. Mingled with the roaring, endless sound of the waves, yet not out of place. Immediately followed by a second punch, third punch... The sound of sonic booms began to densely ring out. The figure fully stretched out. At times, swift as a boxer, stepping nimbly. A flurry of jabs, Hook Punches, Swing Punches quick as phantoms, each punch creating distinct ripples in the air. At times, adopting a Sanda stance, a powerful Whip Kick cracked out like a steel whip. Leaving behind a fierce afterimage in the air, sending water splashing around. One moment fierce Charging Knees and Horizontal Elbows, as if to shatter the waves before him; The next, his figure abruptly shifted, transforming into Tai Chi’s Cloud Hands, arms tracing gentle yet weighty arcs. As if to softly catch the surging waves, redirecting them with minimal effort. Occasionally, his body burst with astounding jumping power, executing a crisp "Tornado Kick" followed by a backflip in mid-air. Then, landing steadily in the wet sand left behind by receding waves, leaving two shallow footprints. The night vast, the ocean boundless. This solitary figure wielding power between heaven and earth. No audience, no opponent. Only the waves as his sole sparring partner. Every punch he threw, every kick he executed, seemed to resonate with the rising and falling tides, the blowing sea breeze. His agile figure, the surging waves, the deep sky forming a harmonious picture of motion and stillness. Another strong Straight Punch flew out, the air currents stirred up blowing a shallow pit in the sand ahead. Fang Cheng slowly withdrew his fist, feet closed, standing naturally. His chest rose and fell rhythmically, eyes calm and concentrated. A pale blue screen quietly emerged in the darkness, several prompts flashed before his eyes. [Boxing Experience +2] [Sanda Experience +2] [Muay Thai Experience +3] [Tai Chi Boxing Experience +4] [Jujutsu Experience +1] Fang Cheng’s eyes slightly narrowed, raising his wrist. The sports watch screen glowed faintly in the night, clearly displaying the time. Facing the slightly salty sea breeze, Fang Cheng relished the rare coolness after intense exercise, thoughts racing. The pale blue screen continued to shimmer lightly in his vision, like a lonely star in the night sky. Apart from Jujutsu, this special skill could only be practiced by rolling around a few more times. This morning practice for more than an hour covered an extensive Air Attack rehearsal of all currently mastered Fighting Skills. The Experience Points earned were not less than focusing on practicing one or two skills, even slightly more. It seems, choosing to practice boxing alone by the sea at dawn. Is indeed more efficient than staying home, or going to a club to find a sparring partner. Whether traditional martial arts or modern combat, all emphasize the unity of "essence, energy, and spirit." In such an expansive, unbothered environment, the mind more readily focuses, wholly immersing in pondering and practicing each move. Every muscle, every breath, aligned with the intention behind every punch, naturally achieving twice the result with half the effort. Gathering his thoughts, Fang Cheng’s gaze returned to the panel, focusing on those nearly upgraded Fighting Skills. [Tai Chi Lv1 (202/250)] [Muay Thai Lv2 (261/500)] [Jujutsu Lv2 (357/500)] Especially the Jujutsu skill, originally its progress bar was rather stagnant, but now it has suddenly surged forward a substantial amount. This primarily benefits from the battle that night with Jia Liang. To test the enhancement effect brought by 60 points in the Agility Attribute, Fang Cheng spent most of the time during the fight dodging and grappling, intentionally avoiding direct confrontations. As a result, little Experience Points were gained for Boxing and Sanda, those offensive Fighting Skills. Instead, Jujutsu, which plays a greater role in evasion and maneuvering, saw its Experience Points soar by 30 points, a remarkable progress. "Fighting is, after all, the best teacher..." Fang Cheng sighed slightly, his eyes immediately focusing, battle intent rising once more. He stood with legs apart, body slightly sinking, assuming a standard half horse stance of Karate’s "forward-bending stance." Then, with hands clenched into fists, placed on his waist, setting up for the next session of Air Attack practice. The source of this content ɪs NoveIꜰire.net Last night, Fang Cheng had spent nearly the entire evening watching those instructional discs picked up from Wu Datong’s shop, focusing intensely on the other two famous styles within Karate—Soft and Hard Style and Kyokushin Style. Soft and Hard Style, as the name suggests, emphasizes the blend of soft and hard, breathing in and out, a rather traditional Okinawan old style. While Kyokushin Style abandons the traditional Karate practice of "edging," emphasizing modern full-contact combat, renowned for its ferocity and practicality. However, they share a common trait, namely, emphasizing "Piercing Hand" and "Hand Blade" practices. Particularly the founder of Kyokushin Style, legendary for being able to chop off bullhorns with a Hand Blade, demonstrates its power. This is precisely why Wu Datong carefully selected it as a learning example, based on the requests presented.