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"Then what is the point of learning to control strength?" the person asked.
"Of course it has meaning," Ye Mingshang replied. "Wang Tiezhu has about three hundred pounds of strength; he can easily lift you up, even throw you, but he cannot bend steel."
"Then is complete control over strength enough?"
"Exactly. I believe you have seen those who can break bricks with their bare hands or fingers. Their strength is often similar to yours, yet they can accomplish things you cannot. This is due to their control over strength." As he spoke, he extended his hand. "Similarly, with the same amount of force as you, I can crush bricks or twist steel." While saying this, he picked up a Thermal Cup that was set aside and applied gentle pressure. The cup, which could shatter bricks, twisted in his hand as if it were made of paper.
"This is the control of strength."
Everyone's mouths dropped open in astonishment, especially the owner of the cup. That cup was not cheap; it was very sturdy, and he had often used it to drive nails without leaving much of a mark even with a hammer. Yet such a high-quality cup was being twisted in one person's hand?!
"The power within the body is immense. I know this because there was an ordinary young mother in America who, to save her child trapped under a car, lifted the vehicle with her bare hands. Such an act could only be performed by an international-level strongman, yet she was just an ordinary person without any innate superhuman strength; it was a sudden stimulus that unlocked her potential."
As Ye Mingshang looked at everyone, he said, "What I want you to do now is forget your own limitations and imagine that you possess infinite strength. You can do a one-handed handstand, perform push-ups with one finger, crush a cup with your bare hands, or easily jump several meters high. You may not be able to do these things yet, but I want you to believe that you can; this will help you increase your control over strength."
The crowd exchanged glances, wondering if they were supposed to imagine themselves like superheroes? Could they really achieve this just by thinking?
Ye Mingshang noticed their doubts and spoke up again. "To reach that level, it's certainly not just about thinking; you also need to train your physical strength and push your limits, which will aid in controlling your power."
As he spoke, Ye Mingshang supported himself on one finger and performed a one-finger push-up.
But that wasn't all; still using one finger, he not only held himself up but also jumped with it. Turning around, he leaped high into the air, his hands reaching the ceiling five or six meters above him. His palms stuck to it like suction cups as he hung there.
He swayed for over ten seconds before Ye Mingshang lightly descended with a soft thud that sounded nothing like someone falling from such a height.
Everyone was shocked beyond measure, their mouths agape and unable to close. Ye Mingshang used his extraordinary abilities to repeatedly challenge everyone's understanding.
One Finger Zen, while difficult, was something many could achieve; even One Finger Zen push-ups were possible. Jumping with one finger seemed marvelous, but it only astonished them within an acceptable range. Jumping high was surprising, yet they could accept it as a goal.
However, supporting his body weight with his palm on a flat ceiling without any grip was nothing short of a miracle; it was like a special effect!
Could mastering one's own strength allow for such feats?
This was the question in everyone's mind.
Ye Mingshang paid no attention to the astonished expressions around him and said to himself, "Later, I will create a training plan for you all. As long as you train according to it, your abilities will surely improve qualitatively."
It wasn't until Ye Mingshang had left for a while that they reacted, looking up at the ceiling and then at the crushed Thermal Cup, exchanging glances. The impact of what they had experienced today was too great; their worldview had yet to adapt.
The day passed just like that. The next morning, upon waking and looking out at the scenery, he felt somewhat bored. It was Saturday, and there were no classes, which made him feel too idle.
In fact, whether in high school or college, aside from those bookworm-level top students, most students disliked attending classes. Even if college had fewer classes, it was the same; they would rather play games or talk about relationships.
After finishing his morning exercises, Ye Mingshang felt he had woken up too early. It was only a little past six o'clock; there was still plenty of time until dark, and he had nothing much to do. Thinking this way, he suddenly felt like an old man; at just twenty-one years old, he had an attitude towards life like that of an elderly person.
He went to his usual Steamed Bun Shop for breakfast. Feeling bored, he decided to buy a fishing gear set from the Fishing Gear Store and then rented a car to go fishing outside the city.
Twenty kilometers outside the city was a reservoir where many people often went fishing; this was what the boss of the Fishing Gear Store had told him.
Driving quickly, he soon arrived at the reservoir, where he saw four characters written on a stone: Millstone Reservoir.
After parking the car and finding a suitable spot to sit down, he rigged his line and prepared his bait. He then sat down with his fishing rod, motionless as he watched the surface of the water.
After about an hour of waiting, Ye Mingshang had changed his bait several times, but there were still no fish biting. Bored, he placed his fishing rod on the rack, secured his line, and stood up to stroll around.
However, after walking a few laps, he realized that there was no one else fishing besides him.
"That's strange. Didn't the boss at the Fishing Gear Store say that many people come here to fish?" Ye Mingshang furrowed his brow in confusion.
It was Saturday, and the weather was nice, so there should have been plenty of fishing enthusiasts. Yet after several rounds, he found no signs of anyone. After enough wandering, he returned to his fishing spot only to discover that his fishing rod and chair were gone.
"Damn! I can't believe I ran into a thief." Ye Mingshang looked around in frustration but saw no traces of anyone nearby and decided to head back.
When he returned to where he had parked, he opened the car door and was about to leave when he noticed an elderly man carrying firewood down the path. From his attire, he seemed to be a local villager.
The old man looked at him with slight surprise. "Oh? A stranger. Young man, you’re not from around here, are you?"
Ye Mingshang nodded. "That's right. I came from the city hoping to catch some fish, but I ended up with no fish and my gear stolen."
Upon hearing Ye Mingshang's words, the old man's expression changed dramatically; it turned pale and then flushed with fear. "What?! You came here to fish?!"
The old man's reaction was quite intense and puzzling. Ye Mingshang asked curiously, "Yeah, what's wrong? Isn't this place usually busy with fishermen?"
(To be continued.)
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