Chapter 81: Chapter 73 Uh, Shot Through! _1 Upon hearing this, Han Leng found it somewhat amusing. Wouldn’t one naturally use all their strength when testing their power? He thought Tang Qing was perhaps being too pedantic. He agreed as a matter of course, "Of course, use all your strength." "Alright then, I’ll give it a try. I haven’t actually used my full strength before." Tang Qing said, his face turned solemn. Then he moved his right foot back, adopting the stance he saw on TV, shifting his weight to his right, and preparing his fist. He was prepared to use the power from his waist and legs. The time when he hit the brick, there was no need for much force from his waist and legs, since he was only swinging at the brick on the ground, but this time he planned to see how formidable he could be when he used all his might. Without any battle cry, Tang Qing stomped his right foot, transferring his strength from the waist to his arm, and finally to his fist. At this point, he felt a warmth flooding his body, a feeling of invincibility arose in his heart. "Thud!" A muffled sound echoed throughout the room. It wasn’t the sound the leather would make and was not very loud. But to Han Leng, it was like thunder, lingering in his ears. Because he couldn’t produce such a sound. Only Tang Qing faintly heard the ripping sound of the bag. He pierced it. Pierced it. Pierced. Through. Just that. Staring with wide eyes and gaping, Han Leng looked at Tang Qing’s hand that was still stuck in the sandbag. His mind was momentarily stunned. He had a clear understanding of how sturdy the sandbag he made was. It took him a year to wear through two layers of the bag, with six layers still untouched. And Tang Qing just pierced it? Is this some kind of joke? Am I dreaming? Tang Qing was also a bit terrified. This was a sandbag, designed to be punched, and yet he’s punched it through. Holy mackerel! That doesn’t make any sense. The human body couldn’t possibly be that powerful. Tang Qing couldn’t help but ask the system: "System, what’s going on here? How did I manage to punch through this? This isn’t scientifically possible." Breaking bricks, he believed was possible, since bricks were relatively brittle, and given that fired clay bricks are fairly loose with lots of pores, their strength isn’t very high. So he wasn’t that surprised when he broke a brick, as there are plenty of people in the news who can break bricks and iron plates with their bare hands. But this sandbag wasn’t brittle. It was soft, and it deforms under force, effectively absorbing all of it. Even if you brought a boxing champion here, it’s still uncertain if they could punch through such a sandbag. "Host, although Origin Qi is energy, it’s an energy that the host can control and can interact with external matter. When the host focuses their thoughts, some of this energy can leave the host’s body according to the host’s will." The system responded. "Well, you mean Origin Qi can influence matter outside of the body? So it has a sort of armor-piercing function?" Tang Qing asked. "Yes, host." The system answered. Upon hearing this, Tang Qing thought that since it can strengthen the body, it isn’t surprising that it can be projected out of the body. He then asked, "How can I not use the Origin Qi to punch through this bag?" "Data being collected ... Host, you can’t." The system responded. "So how can I control the Origin Qi if I don’t want to use it?" That’s what Tang Qing was most concerned about. Energy that couldn’t be controlled was essentially a ticking bomb. "You just need to secretly chant in your mind. The control of Origin Qi is rooted in the soul, you don’t need to use it, simply privately chant a command and if you want to use it, again just privately chant." The system replied. Tang Qing got the picture. It wasn’t his punch that was so strong that it punched through the sandbag; rather, it was just the armor-piercing function of the Origin Qi that had been activated. Tang Qing, who had regained his senses, saw that Han Leng was still stunned. Slowly, he withdrew his arm, but he dare not pull out completely in case the sorghum inside spilled out onto the floor. "Uncle Han, seems like your bag isn’t that sturdy and it’s got a hole. You might want to take it down, or the place will be a mess," said Tang Qing. Han Leng was perplexed when he heard this. Yet, believing in Tang Qing’s words, he too believed there was something wrong with the bag. He did not believe that Tang Qing had such immense strength that he would be able to punch through the bag. Even soldiers, the best fighters in the military, wouldn’t be able to penetrate it. This isn’t fiction, and although he knew some martial arts masters, their skills were merely unique in techniques, and they never possessed the power to split mountains and rocks. At first, he had always hoped to see some martial arts masters or internal strength in the army. However, after more than a decade in service, although he had come across all sorts of people, he had never come across anyone with so-called internal strength. There wasn’t any special forces like the Dragon Group in the country, which had disappointed him for a long time. As a soldier, his pursuit of power was unimaginable to ordinary people. "Oh, there could be something wrong with this sandbag. You can try hitting this one instead." Han Leng took down the pierced sandbag and pointed to another one in the room. There were two similar sandbags in the room, essential for when friends or comrades wished to spar together. Tang Qing withdrew his arm, then cleaned the sorghum off his hand, and walked over to the other sandbag. His form remained the same. He silently reminded himself not to use Origin Qi. "Thwack!" The sound was similar to before, but this time he didn’t punch through the sandbag. However, the entire sandbag was struck into a tilt of over fifty degrees, once again leaving Han Leng speechless on the side. This punch was even more shocking than Tang Qing’s previous one that had pierced the sandbag. After all, it might have been possible that there was a problem with the quality of the bag earlier, but this time, it was a solid strike that nearly sent sandbag flying. It seemed that there was indeed a problem with the bag earlier. Enemy cannot be underestimated on the battlefield as this could lead to death, so as a professionally trained person, Han Leng’s psychological quality was absolutely top-notch. He had to remain calm even if a comrade suddenly died beside him. Han Leng took a deep breath, his heart beginning to race. He’s really hit the jackpot! That was the only thought in his mind. Such a promising lad, it would be absolutely easy for him to surpass Han Leng. His youth meant a vast potential for growth. Han Leng couldn’t help but wonder where such tremendous power lay hidden within Tang Qing’s small arms and legs. "You don’t need to train your strength anymore, what you really need to train is your control over strength. Otherwise, ordinary people will likely be killed by your blows," Han Leng remarked with a slight change in his voice. Honestly, he had only encountered a few people like Tang Qing with this kind of power in the military. They were all top-level freaks, national treasures, battlefield legends, and took top places in every major competition. "Yes, I think so too. That’s why I want to learn combat techniques. I can defeat the adversary using other means, not just brute force, that’s too risky," Tang Qing agreed wholeheartedly, a faint sense of fear flashing in his eyes. In the past, he knew he was strong enough to severely harm or kill people. But now, if he used his Origin Qi, he was capable of not just killing someone but ripping them apart. It seemed too bloody and he dared not think about it. But this was only the first level. What kind of existence would those freaks at the ninety plus levels be? Something tells him they could easily tear through iron and steel. "Have you always been this strong since you were young?" Han Leng curiously asked. Qin Yugang had only mentioned that his nephew was an exceptional learner but he hadn’t said anything about his extraordinary strength. And it wasn’t just any ordinary strength, it was remarkable and nearly earth-shattering. "Uh, something like that, I guess. I’ve just never shown it until now. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to control myself in a fight. Please don’t tell my uncle," Tang Qing lied. He found this explanation to be perfect. Even when his uncle found out in the future, it wouldn’t be too big of a surprise. After all, Tang Qing had always been bullied in the past. The sudden revelation of his immense strength would require a reasonable explanation. "Alright, follow me to learn combat techniques. Now that you are strong, the first thing you need to learn is how to harm others as little as possible. Where to hit, how hard to hit, and how to injure without maiming or killing. The primary purpose of our combat, unless it’s a fight to the death, is to subdue the opponent, who needs to be kept alive. So, your first lesson is to read a book," Han Leng thought for a while and suggested. He should first learn the theory behind fighting; he couldn’t risk going around and killing a few people before realizing which parts of the body shouldn’t be hit. After saying this, Han Leng took out a book on human anatomy from his room’s cabinet and handed it over, saying, "Little Tang, here, this book is on human anatomy. The first thing you need to memorize is the position of various organs in the human body and the human structure. You need to understand which parts are weak and can easily lead to death or disability. You must be careful with these areas... " Han Leng didn’t say much more, but just told Tang Qing the key points to pay attention to while reading this book. After all, this book had at least three hundred pages, and it wasn’t easy to finish. It also involved the principles of various organs, anatomical diagrams, and methods to identify common diseases; a lot of random content. Heaven knows what the authors were thinking when they compiled all this mess together. But a book valuable enough for Han Leng to keep must surely contain a wealth of valuable information. "Alright, Little Tang, take your time reading it. You little troublemaker, you broke my sandbag. I’m going to replace it." Once he finished speaking, Han Leng brought a bucket and began to pour the sorghum out of the sandbag. The entire sandbag had been pierced and could no longer be used. Looking at the large hole made by the punch, the more Han Leng looked at it, the more he liked it. He couldn’t help but plan how to coax Tang Qing into joining the military academy. People with such talents should of course be recommended to serve the country. Subsequently, Tang Qing spent the whole morning reading the book. Thanks to several tasks that had improved his spirit, his memory was now much stronger. Tang Qing initially planned to only read the part suggested by Han Leng, but soon he also became interested in the other content. At that moment, he suddenly realized how wonderful knowledge really was, it was irresistible. He had lunch at Han Leng’s place. Han Leng’s wife brought the meal, accompanied by their eight-year-old son. Seeing this joyously happy family, Tang Qing also felt very pleased. "Uncle Han, I’ll take this book home to read. Once I’m done, I’ll come back next week," Tang Qing said to Han Leng after lunch. Since Han Leng wasn’t going to provide any practical combat training today, Tang Qing didn’t stay much longer. He just needed to read the book, which he could do at home. Besides, he was thinking of visiting Lin Jiaxue over the weekend. "Alright, take the book home and read it. Next time, I’m going to test you thoroughly. If you fail, you’ll keep on reading the book, and if you pass, I’ll start teaching you practical combat techniques," Han Leng agreed upon further thought. Tang Qing was not inconsistent in his efforts, and being a top student, he would certainly take the studying seriously. "Okay, no problem," Tang Qing said excitedly. ... Tang Qing spent the entire afternoon fulfilling his previous promise, shopping with Lin Jiaxue. They bought a lot of clothes and ended up spending around five thousand yuan. He couldn’t resist when he saw the longing look on Lin Jiaxue’s face and reluctantly gave in. As long as she’s happy! PS: The first Chapter. Thanks to the readers Yan Lingfeng Shangci, Winter Heavenly Cold, Miss You Oh Xiao Lu, 1047 for their recommendation tickets. Time flies by and I’ve already written nearly 300,000 words. The time to go on the shelves is approaching, but there are not many bookmarks. It’s really a bit discouraging. However, from now until Saturday of this week, I will continue to maintain three updates per day. I won’t go back on my word. If I miss any day, I will make up for it the next day. After that, I will probably resume two updates per day. Three updates are a bit too tiring, I can’t handle it. Let’s see how it goes. Perhaps the update rules may change after going on the shelves. Please give me some recommendation tickets!!!