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“Gulugulu!” Everyone swallowed hard.
In a fight, many can take on five opponents, many can win, and many can win without getting hurt. However, it is rare to see someone who can defeat an opponent without moving their feet. This swift movement and precise strikes were almost like a scene from a movie.
Ye Mingshang waved to the crowd, “Do you all want to continue?”
Everyone quickly shook their heads and stepped back. It was a joke; with such a huge gap in strength, even if dozens of them attacked together, they would just be bullied. Knowing they couldn't win but still wanting to fight was foolish.
Ye Mingshang smiled, “Hahaha! You all seem so lifeless. Come on, show some spirit of youth!”
A Member grinned and said, “Senior Brother, please don’t tease us. Just teach us a few moves; we already know how impressive you are.”
Ye Mingshang clapped his hands, “Alright, everyone stand properly. I’ll teach you a few moves.”
“Okay!”
The crowd excitedly took their positions, even those who had fallen earlier did the same. Ye Mingshang was very measured in his actions; he stopped just short of causing injury. Although it hurt a bit, no one was actually hurt.
Once everyone was in position, Ye Mingshang asked one person to come out and spar with him. The person looked puzzled; wasn’t this just like before?
“Martial arts have the primary purpose of defeating enemies. The earliest martial skills were honed on the battlefield; combat is always the fastest way to improve martial skills. Come, attack me,” Ye Mingshang explained.
The person nodded and assumed a serious stance.
“Ha!” The person shouted as he quickly approached and threw a punch at Ye Mingshang’s face.
Ye Mingshang slightly sidestepped to evade the attack, grabbed his wrist with one hand, stepped forward, and pressed his right shoulder against the person's chest.
Taking a step back, Ye Mingshang said, “You see? Your attack has plenty of momentum, but your defenses are wide open. Just like before, I could easily lift you up or jump and kick you down.” As he spoke, Ye Mingshang demonstrated the movements again.
The young man listened attentively and nodded.
“For attacks, the simpler the better. Simple and effective is the hard truth; just like this.” As he spoke, Ye Mingshang’s fist stopped just one centimeter from the young man's eyes, causing the wind from the punch to flutter his eyelashes and sting his eyes.
The young man's pupils constricted as his eyes watered from the irritation.
It was too fast; he didn't even see the other person's movements. By the time he reacted, a shadow was already in front of him. If this were a real battle, he probably wouldn't even have a chance to react before being knocked out with a single punch.
Ye Mingshang looked at him and said, "Remember, martial skills are meant to assist you in combat. In front of an opponent with similar physical attributes, the one with superior technique will win. However, if there is a significant difference in physical strength, your skills won't have any chance to react." After saying this, he solemnly scanned the crowd. "Remember, what is most important for you now is not honing your skills but improving your physical fitness and control over your strength."
Everyone listened attentively; this was valuable experience from a strong practitioner. As long as they could comprehend it, it would undoubtedly lead to a qualitative improvement in their abilities.
"Senior Brother, we understand how to improve our physical fitness, but what do you mean by control over strength?" someone asked.
Ye Mingshang nodded. "That's a good question." He then looked around at everyone. "Who among you has the greatest strength?"
The crowd exchanged glances, and after a moment, a tall and muscular member stepped forward.
"My name is Wang Tiezhu; please guide me, Senior Brother." The young man clasped his fists in greeting.
"Your physical attributes look good. How strong are you?" Ye Mingshang asked with a nod.
Wang Tiezhu scratched his head foolishly. "I don't know how strong I am; I can lift someone with your build with one hand."
Everyone broke into a sweat; this fellow really spoke without thinking. Those who knew him were fine with it, but newcomers might think he was provoking them.
Ye Mingshang wasn't angry about his inappropriate words; instead, he asked, "Looking at me, how strong do you think I am? Am I stronger than you?"
Wang Tiezhu furrowed his brow and thought for a moment before saying earnestly, "I think your build isn't that great. You probably can't beat me in a fight, but in terms of strength, you shouldn't be able to match me."
Ye Mingshang smiled and extended his right hand, showing only his index finger. "Come on, let's arm wrestle."
"But arm wrestling requires both hands to grip together; using just one finger isn't right," Wang Tiezhu said while scratching his head.
Ye Mingshang chuckled. "It's fine; I'll use just one finger against you. Come on."
Wang Tiezhu was somewhat reluctant but out of respect for his senior brother, he still grasped Ye Mingshang's finger. He didn't dare use too much force, thinking: With such a thin finger, I might accidentally break it.
"Use your full strength; it's okay," Ye Mingshang said.
"Then I won't hold back; just let me know if it hurts," Wang Tiezhu warned as he gradually applied force.
However, as soon as he exerted himself, he realized that he couldn't move that thin finger at all!
Thinking about it, he exerted more strength, gradually increasing to seventy, eighty, and then ninety percent!
Soon, he was using all his strength, standing firm in a horse stance, with his left hand resting on his leg and his right hand straining so hard that the veins were bulging. His face was contorted, with veins on his forehead standing out, and beads of sweat slowly trickling down.
"It's fine to use both hands," Ye Mingshang said.
Wang Tiezhu hesitated for a moment before gripping his right hand with his left and pulling with all his might to one side. However, no matter how hard he tried, that finger remained as immovable as iron.
Ye Mingshang smiled and slowly increased the pressure in his hand, gradually pushing down Wang Tiezhu's hand. One finger against two hands—he actually managed to win! It was like the difference between an adult and a two or three-year-old child.
The crowd was stunned; it was unbelievable. If they didn't know Wang Tiezhu's character beforehand, they would have thought this was prearranged.
Wang Tiezhu scratched his head sheepishly and said, "I lost. You really are strong."
Once Wang Tiezhu returned to the group, Ye Mingshang looked around at everyone and said, "Each of us has great strength, but we can only exert about half of it. With special training, we can reach seventy percent. However, I can unleash one hundred percent of my strength. What I want you to learn about controlling power is essentially about mastering your own experiences."
"But even if strength doubles, it shouldn't be that terrifying," someone asked.
Ye Mingshang nodded. "That's right. If your strength is one hundred pounds, doubling it would only make it two hundred pounds. Wang Tiezhu's strength is around three hundred pounds, which means that even if you fully master your own strength, you still wouldn't be stronger than him."
(To be continued.)
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