Chapter 16 Practicing Boxing

After wandering around in the martial arts exchange area for a while, Chu Nan found nothing.

However, this was to be expected, so Chu Nan was not too disappointed.

What's more, this time he also bought "Hong's Changquan", which is enough to comfort.

At first glance, this Hong's Changquan was nothing special, but when Chu Nan remembered these three moves and twelve moves in his mind, and then used a large amount of data to continuously simulate and rehearse in his mind, he was surprised to find that these three moves Twelve moves seem simple, but each move can exert extremely powerful power.

Through the calculations in his head, Chu Nan found that if a martial artist mastered these three moves and twelve moves, almost every move would be able to exert more than 90% of his physical strength.

This is a very scary statistic.

On this point alone, this martial skill can even be compared with A-level martial arts!

Of course, being able to exert one's own physical strength is only one aspect of martial arts, and a truly powerful martial arts has many advantages.

But just relying on one point, Chunan's 5,000 federal coins have been well worth it.

What's more, Chu Nan also has the help of terrifying data collection, analysis and processing capabilities. He can use any martial arts to the extreme with the support of huge data.

This Hong Clan's Changquan might be too simple and rough for other martial artists, but it is very suitable for Chu Nan, who is not strong in internal breath and is only at the tyrant level.

When I came to the door of the venue, I didn't find the figure of Dong Fang and the three of them.

Chu Nan glanced back at the still crowded venue, and gave up the idea of ​​squeezing in to find the three of them again.

Looking left and right, Chu Nan walked towards the underground part of the building where the meeting place was.

After finding a quiet place in the underground parking lot, Chu Nan couldn't wait to take out Hong's long fist and look again.

After confirming that his data about each of the three moves and twelve poses was completely correct, Chu Nan took a deep breath, lowered his knees, made a fist with his left hand, clenched it around his waist, retracted his right palm, and lifted it from his waist. After wiping it, the five fingers gathered into a fist and hit it hard.

It is the first move, the first style, riding a horse and punching a fist.

As soon as the fist protruded from his waist, a wind sounded. When Chu Nan straightened his right arm and the fist reached the end, the air at the tip of the fist suddenly exploded, as if something had been smashed.

"Okay!" Chu Nan couldn't help but whispered. "Sure enough, it's a good boxing technique! It's just that this first move, the first style, can actually produce a gas explosion!"

Given that Chu Nan is now roughly equivalent to the physical strength of a Tier 3 Dominant-level martial artist, it is difficult for him to produce a burst of gas under normal circumstances, a phenomenon that only occurs when the speed and strength are extremely strong.

And now he can only use the first move and the first style of the Hong's Changquan to generate such power, which shows that this martial skill is indeed no trivial matter.

However, Chu Nan was not very satisfied with the result, because when he punched, he obviously felt that his body was a little awkward, and some muscles on his body did not exert any force at all. It can be seen that his posture was not perfect, and he failed to Unleash the power of this punch.

After re-simulating the data several times in his mind, Chu Nan sank his knees and punched again.

"Pong-"

This time, the strength of the fist was even higher than that of the previous lap.

However, Chu Nan was still dissatisfied, because he could still feel that some muscles had not been mobilized.

"I did it strictly according to the posture on this picture, it's not a millimeter away..." Chu Nan opened the secret of Hong's long fist in puzzlement.

After flicking his eyes back and forth on the two pictures, Chu Nan finally noticed that there were a few lines of small characters beside the two pictures.

The previous one just introduced the origin of Hong's Changquan, and only the last line caught Chu Nan's attention.

"Water has no constant shape, and fists have no fixed posture. If you want, the fist will be there. If you feel it, the fist will arrive."

Seeing this line of words, Chu Nan only felt as if something had been knocked on his head, as if something was about to pop out of it.

"Water has no constant shape, and fist has no fixed position?" Chu Nan recalled the tens of thousands of battles in the virtual space, and couldn't help but nodded secretly.

In those tens of thousands of battles, which time did he defeat the enemy in the same way.

"As for the meaning, the fist is there, and what does it mean, the fist is there?" Chu Nan frowned and thought for a moment, unable to get to the point. "Forget it, solve the first half of the sentence first."

Chu Nan calmed down and looked at the two pictures again, and then thought for a while, and suddenly burst out laughing.

No wonder he always felt that something was wrong. After a long time, he made a mistake on one of the most basic things, that is, the figure on the pattern was much shorter than him.

It would be strange to have Chu Nan, a big man of about 1.8 meters in size, pose as he painted this person.

After figuring this out, Chu Nan immediately understood the solution.

After doing a comparative analysis of the reminder to draw the villain and the posture-related data in his mind, Chu Nan quickly came up with the specific posture he should take in his mind.

After confirming that it was correct, Chu Nan sank his knees again, but he sank a little more than before, and then punched out.

The right fist protruded from the waist with a whistling sound, and when it reached the end, it stopped suddenly, and there was a violent explosion in the air.

Although the punch was struck by himself, Chu Nan couldn't help but be surprised.

The speed of this punch was as high as 82.663846 meters per second, and the force even exceeded 500 kilograms!

As far as this punch is concerned, although it is not comparable to the inner-level martial artist, it has already brought out the physical strength of Chu Nanba's body-level martial artist to the fullest.

"Sure enough!" Chu Nan couldn't help but praised in a low voice. "That guy doesn't know the goods, but it's cheaper for me."

The punch just now can be said to have driven the muscles of his whole body, exerting almost every inch of strength on his body, which makes this punch so terrifying.

Ordinary foreign martial arts are by no means so powerful. For example, the boxing method Luo Li practiced is the Overlord Fuhu Boxing, one of the top ten boxing techniques in the Federation. At the same time, he also has the physical strength of the fifth-order hegemony level. But it's a force between 300 and 400 kilograms.

Of course, this is also because of Chu Nan's abnormal data collection, analysis and processing ability, which enables him to use the Hong's Changquan to the extreme. Otherwise, any other martial artist of the same level as Chu Nan can master more than 80% of this boxing technique. , exerting a force of 300 kg, it is already very good.

But even if it exerts a force of 300 kilograms, it is enough to prove that this Hong's Changquan is actually an exceptionally excellent martial art.

"Whoohoo-"

Chu Nan punched dozens of punches in a row, and every time he punched, his posture changed slightly.

He is based on his own data and the data after a punch to make corrections, in order to obtain the best results.

Soon he confirmed the most powerful posture based on the data, and then firmly included it in his mind.

With the experience of practicing the first move, the first style, Chu Nan quickly mastered the next eleven styles of Hong's Changquan.

But what made him a little regretful was that until he could use these three moves and twelve styles perfectly, he still couldn't understand the meaning of the sentence "if you want, then the fist is there, if you feel it, then the fist is there".

While Chu Nan was thinking hard, the personal terminal on his wrist suddenly rang.