Chapter 13 – Sanda Special Training and Actual Combat (Three)

Ye Kuang lay on the arena floor, replaying the previous battle in his mind while analyzing every subtle detail.

His strength appeared formidable, yet it was actually too unstable.

His speed seemed agile, but when facing a true master, he found himself unable to keep up despite his efforts.

Though his reflexes were extraordinary compared to ordinary people, he couldn’t last three minutes against Man Lang!

The disparity in their abilities was so vast that Ye Kuang found himself completely defenseless.

He raised his fist toward the light source, sinking deep into solitary contemplation.

Man Lang’s punches were exceptionally fierce, like overwhelming tidal waves—once unleashed, they became unstoppable.

Although his boxing style seemed simplistic, it had developed into a unique school of its own.

Meanwhile, Ye Kuang’s own techniques were still unformed; merely following textbook instructions had already placed him at a disadvantage.

His only recourse was to counter with even greater speed, ending the fight before his opponent could react!

No matter how fast you are, I’ll be faster…

As the saying goes: In all martial studies, nothing is unbreakable except speed!

At this realization, Ye Kuang suddenly sat up, immediately feeling sharp pains throughout his body.

Today’s defeat had been expected, yet he never imagined it would be so thorough. Claiming it wasn’t discouraging would be a lie.

However, this wasn’t reason enough for him to retreat. In this world, no one achieves mastery overnight—it always comes through gradual accumulation and breaking through one barrier after another.

Having reached this understanding, Ye Kuang turned off the lights and locked the door before heading home.

After a quick wash, he glanced at the clock—it was already deep into the night.

In the blink of an eye, he fell into a deep sleep.

In his dreams, Ye Kuang experienced a long, elaborate vision.

Every move and technique appeared crisp and clean, remarkably simple yet extraordinarily powerful.

His fists retracted with control, his palm shadows flickered unpredictably, and his legwork struck like battle axes.

Within this dream, Ye Kuang experienced everything as if it were real.

His consciousness gradually immersed itself in this rainforest of techniques until he became completely absorbed, his hands radiating sharp intensity.

Only when the alarm clock rang through the early morning did Ye Kuang startle awake, feeling as if he had grasped some profound insight.

He remembered the legendary master Li Xiaolong, whose founding boxing style was precisely Jeet Kune Do.

Its moves were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation, fully embodying the demeanor of a grandmaster.

Ye Kuang’s eyes underwent rapid transformations—in this moment, he seemed to have discovered a crucial opportunity.

If he could use rapid punches to dismantle Man Lang’s techniques, wouldn’t that allow him to seize the initiative?

When Ye Kuang arrived at Yinghao Martial Hall again, Ma Xiu and the others had been waiting for some time.

Noticing his late arrival and the bruises on his face, they asked in surprise: “What happened to you? Who did this?”

Man Lang quickly changed the subject, saying guiltily: “You’re too slow, kid. Hurry up and start training…”

Hearing this, even Qian Chou and Nu’erchi grew suspicious, though neither pressed further.

Meanwhile, Ma Xiu felt increasingly annoyed at being repeatedly ignored by the young man, grinding her teeth in frustration.

Soon, Ye Kuang began carrying 25 kilograms on each limb, totaling one hundred kilograms.

He resumed his daily essential training—the quintet of special drills: endurance, common sense, speed, strength, and technique.

There was no denying it—this time, his training bordered on madness.To exhaust his physical energy took nearly four hours, and if he hadn’t increased the weight, it would likely have wasted even more time.

Ye Kuang struggled to support his body through push-ups and sit-ups, already completely drained. Yet he gritted his teeth and persisted with the movements, clearly wanting to see what his absolute limit was!

Huff!

He exhaled with each motion, as if only this could make him feel slightly better.

This scene deeply shocked everyone.

Nu’erchi was utterly perplexed! Logically, once a person’s physical energy is depleted, even moving a finger would generate resistance. But Ye Kuang’s state was extraordinarily frenzied—his physical data kept refreshing, completely overturning conventional understanding.

This terrifying endurance was like that of a desperate warrior who knew nothing of fatigue. Repeatedly falling and rising again, this suffocating performance could be called Divine Martial Unmatched.

Even Ma Xiu couldn’t help but admire his tenacity. Setting aside personal biases, she had to give Ye Kuang a thumbs up.

Meanwhile, Ye Kuang himself was puzzled. Normally, he should have had no strength left, yet his body kept producing faint strands of power. This inexplicable reality left him both bewildered and exhilarated.

Seeing this, Man Lang murmured to himself, “Is it beginning?”Man Lang knew exactly what this state was—something rare and precious, known in the martial world as the ‘Boundary.'”” Even Man Lang himself had only experienced it once!

This state was the process of gradually breaking through physical limits. Being in such a state was truly a miracle. And Ye Kuang’s tenacity drove him to gradually unlock his body’s hidden potential.

Once mind and body breached the boundary, transformation became unstoppable. Ye Kuang gradually immersed himself in it, unable to stop!

His essence grew purer!

His energy grew more distinct!

His spirit grew more ethereal!

In that moment, his entire essence, energy, and spirit underwent a comprehensive baptism, becoming increasingly martialized.

Ye Kuang: “Roar…”

He suddenly stepped forward and slammed a fist into the power tester.

WHOOSH-BOOM!!!

800 pounds!

1,000 pounds!

1,400 pounds!

1,450… 1,460… 1,480 pounds!

Witnessing this, Man Lang clenched his fists, his eyes shifting inexplicably.

Nu’erchi saw it and couldn’t help but dance with joy, laughing heartily: “A miracle… this is truly a miracle…”

Ma Xiu was completely dumbfounded! This 1,480-pound power measurement was enough to secure a place among the world’s Peak practitioners.

Qian Chou’s pupils had already contracted sharply. How could Ye Kuang—a high school student not yet twenty—explode with such terrifying power despite his youth?

Even Man Lang remained in shock. Because even an ox would be utterly finished facing such force!

This was no longer power an ordinary person could possess—only true top-tier monsters in the Sanshou world could wield it.

Meanwhile, Ye Kuang looked at the power reading, inevitably excited. That previous state had completely captivated him. At this thought, he suddenly felt overwhelming fatigue wash over him and collapsed to the ground.

Silence fell, broken only by his heavy panting.Ma Xiu soon snapped back to attention, brimming with inexplicable excitement. For this year’s competition, she was convinced that Yinghao Martial Hall would secure a place, and she held boundless expectations for Ye Kuang.

It must be said that the days of Sanshou training were monotonous and brutal. Ye Kuang had no choice but to repeat the same routines day after day, all to condition his body to adapt to this state.

This high-intensity physical training not only deeply tapped into his innate abilities but also stimulated his latent potential.

Ye Kuang, however, grew to relish this sensation—pushing his body to exhaustion and then gradually recovering fully.

This feeling was not merely physical pleasure; it was more like a spiritual enjoyment.

After over a month, he could already be considered a novice, officially embarking on a path of transformation.

During this period, he had challenged Man Lang repeatedly!

The outcome, as one might expect, was a series of crushing defeats!

Yet, it was worth noting that Ye Kuang grew stronger with each attempt, and the duration of his defeats lengthened progressively.

This rate of growth was extraordinary, and even Man Lang couldn’t help but be secretly astonished.

Lying on the arena, Ye Kuang suddenly asked, “Is the World Championship really that insane… even you would lose?”

Hearing this, Man Lang paused his descent from the arena, smiling wryly as he replied, “It’s more than insane; it’s like a monster camp. There’s no strongest, only stronger…”

At this point, Man Lang couldn’t resist a self-mocking reminder: “Don’t aim too high. The championship isn’t child’s play like our sparring. Focusing on the present is more important than ever!”

Ye Kuang couldn’t help but feel inspired by these words. The strong naturally command respect, but if one lacks the heart of a warrior, how can they even speak of strength?

The martial arts he sought were originally just for strengthening his body, but now, to repay the 300,000 Yuan debt, he had already strayed from his initial purpose!

Thinking of this, Ye Kuang forced himself to rise. He had to accelerate his training pace as much as possible, clear the debt, and then he could search for his reason to practice martial arts.

Unbeknownst to him, Ye Kuang had already become a unique kind of martial artist.

Now, he harbored an intense craving for martial arts—not only inspired by the legendary might of the War God Lü Bu and the valor of Xiang Yu, but also by the spirit of national heroes like Ip Man and Li Xiaolong.

More than anything, he didn’t want to lose to any of them!

As the saying goes: Life is given by heaven and earth, so one should live for oneself.

Wasn’t this exactly what Ye Kuang thought?

Everyone might have their own initial reasons for practicing martial arts, but he didn’t want to train mindlessly without a purpose.

A reason is crucial!

A reason for practicing martial arts is even more important to him!

Since Ye Kuang had started to take an interest in martial arts, he needed a reason to pursue it.

This wasn’t just about taking responsibility for himself; it was also about setting a goal to strive for, to push himself forward.

And this martial arts practice—it’s about cultivating the spirit, the mindset, the character, the cultivation…

As for him, he didn’t understand these deeper meanings at all.

Therefore, Ye Kuang had to find that one reason within it all, and fight for it!