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Chapter 193 Instantly Reaching the Transformation of Power

Chapter 193 Instantly Reaching the Transformation of Power

"That's strange, how did I suddenly fall asleep?"

At this moment, Han Xiaoqing opened her eyes. She had just woken up and her mind was still a little dazed. She hadn't yet realized what had happened.

But as soon as she moved, she smelled a pungent, sour odor.

Looking down, I saw that my whole body was covered in a layer of dark brown mud, and even my clothes were soaked through.

She was so startled she almost jumped up. Without asking any questions, she covered her nose, turned around, and rushed to the bathroom. The sound of running water soon followed.

When she came out after changing into clean clothes, Huo Ling'er's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but lean over: "Xiao Qing, look at your hands!"

Han Xiaoqing raised her hand in confusion and realized that her skin was much whiter than before, like warm jade. She even felt light on her feet when she walked, as if a burden had been lifted.

"Your skin is almost translucent, and your figure is so much better than before!" Huo Ling'er said, pulling her arm with amazement in her voice.

"While you were asleep, your master used the six-syllable mantra to cleanse your meridians and marrow! Didn't you feel anything different? Like having more energy or something?"

"Marrow cleansing and body tempering?" Han Xiaoqing was amused by her serious expression, covering her mouth and teasing, "Ling'er, have you been reading too many novels—"

She stopped before she could finish speaking.

That's what they say, but the ability to turn white, the power that fills that body, and that lightness can't be faked.

At this point, a hint of doubt crept into her eyes. She paused for a moment, then walked toward the basketball-sized shot put in the yard.

The shot put was dark and heavy, and it looked very heavy.

As soon as her hands gripped the arc of the shot put, before she could even apply pressure with her fingertips, Han Xiaoqing's eyes widened in surprise, and her mouth opened slightly into an "O" shape.

The shot put, which should have weighed three or four hundred pounds, was so light that it seemed weightless, and she held it in her arms with ease.

"I—I'm so damn good—"

She tried to loosen one hand, and gently lifted the shot put upwards with one hand. The nearly 400-pound weight swayed lightly in her palm like a soft basketball, without even her arm wobbling.

The intense sense of unreality made her mutter to herself, "Could this be a fake prop?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she loosened her grip, and the shot put hit the ground with a thud.

She saw the inch-thick blue bricks crumble like crispy biscuits, cracks spreading out like spider webs for half a meter, and the dust kicked up blinded her.

Is it true?!

Han Xiaoqing stared at the broken bricks on the ground, then looked at her hands, her voice trembling slightly: "Ling'er, I thought it was just a prank you played on me."

As she spoke, she turned to look at Wang Chao, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"Master, you were actually hiding this skill?"

Huo Ling'er stood aside, completely dumbfounded.

She knew all too well the weight of the shot put, and the surface of the shot put was so smooth that it was hard to grip. She had tried it before, and even if she had the strength of six or seven hundred pounds in one hand, it would still take some effort to grip it with both hands.

Lifting it with one hand is something I wouldn't even dare to think about.

Han Xiaoqing's effortless movements suggest she must have a strength of at least 1,500 jin in her hands!

Even the most talented person would need several years to reach this level of skill.

That friend of mine, who was just dabbling in things, suddenly became so amazing after just one night's sleep?

Wang Chao looked at Han Xiaoqing in the courtyard and slowly nodded: "Her physical strength has now reached the level of Transformation Realm, or even a bit stronger."

It took him a full five years to reach this level of skill.

Seeing Han Xiaoqing's shocked expression, he said:

"Now that you've gained strength, try practicing a set of boxing moves. Don't try to think of specific moves; just follow your body's movements."

Han Xiaoqing was taken aback upon hearing this.

The only thing she practiced with Wang Chao before was stance training; even though Wang Chao and Huo Ling'er had demonstrated some boxing techniques, she had completely forgotten them.

What do you know about complete boxing forms?

But as soon as she finished speaking, it felt like there was a force pushing her from inside her body, and her feet involuntarily took half a step back, forming a stable horse stance.

The next second, she thrust her right fist forward with a sudden gust of wind—it was the Beng Quan from Xingyi Quan!

The movements were powerful and swift. With a twist of the shoulder, all the strength and muscles in the body were combined into one, flowing into the fist through the arm. A thunderous sound naturally emanated from the body, even crushing the blue bricks underfoot.

Han Xiaoqing herself was also stunned.

She hadn't consciously memorized these punches, but her body seemed to have a memory, executing them one after another.

She unleashed the five Xingyi Fists in a continuous sequence: the chopping fist, the drilling fist, the cannon fist, and the horizontal fist. With each punch, a deep, thunderous sound emanated from her body, rolling along the ground with a "thump, thump" that shook even the grass clippings in the corner of the wall.

Even she herself found it incredible. Her arms swung without any hesitation, and her muscles flowed smoothly like water. Every movement was precisely timed to generate power. Compared to before, it was like night and day.

Each punch he threw was accompanied by a thunderous roar and the howling of tigers and leopards; anyone who witnessed it would have to call him a grandmaster.

boom!

With his final punch, Han Xiaoqing slammed his fist into the wooden dummy in the courtyard.

With a tremendous burst of air, a loud bang was heard, and the wooden dummy, which was thirty or forty centimeters thick, broke in the middle. The upper half flew out like a cannonball, crashing into the courtyard wall and creating a shallow crater. The courtyard wall shook, and wood chips and concrete fragments were scattered all over the ground.

Han Xiaoqing was shocked by this power and wondered if she was still dreaming.

"That thick wooden dummy was broken by my single punch?!"

She looked at her fair, white fist in disbelief.

That kind of force, even if it hit a yak or an elephant, would kill the elephant!

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably be punched into mincemeat!

"Is this even a power that a human could possess?!"

But Wang Chao shook his head slightly after seeing it.

Although she was a female disciple, she rose to prominence overnight, possessing the power of transforming internal energy and also gaining her own boxing technique memories.

However, his mental state is still that of an ordinary person. The power he uses seems fierce and immense, but in reality, it is still only visible force and he cannot develop hidden force.

As Huo Ling'er watched Han Xiaoqing unleash her power, she seemed to realize something and couldn't help but look at her master, saying:

"By the way, Master, are you still going to fight that Thai man?"

The Thai person she was referring to was Nguyen Hong Xiu, the master of internal energy who could dodge bullets.

Ruan Hongxiu was originally the teacher her older brother found for her, but unexpectedly she became Wang Chao's student first.

Later, Zhou Binglin was crippled by Wang Chao. Ruan Hongxiu wanted to stand up for Zhou Binglin, and the two joined forces, which led to a feud. They agreed to a showdown two months later.

But in Huo Ling'er's view, her master could transform a person into a martial arts master in the time it takes to burn an incense stick, which was no different from being an immortal.

Fighting with Nguyen Hong Thu would actually lower one's status.

"Those Vietnamese monkeys aren't worth my time."

Wang Chao stared at Huo Ling'er, looking at this genius disciple who had entered the Ming Jin realm without any guidance.

"But someone else will take the fight for me."

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