Chapter 0001: The Call of the Peregrine Falcon
That incredibly sharp sound alone can make one feel their hair stand on end and their scalp tingle; if it were to strike a human body, no one could predict the terrifying damage it would cause
Donghua Kingdom, Wuhai
After finishing his morning exercise, Zhou Yuanjue quickly washed up and checked the time, which was just right at 7:00 AM
Upon seeing this brief encrypted email, Zhou Yuanjue's expression remained calm. He quickly typed out a reply on his phone and sent it to the other party
He suddenly opened his eyes wide, like a hawk locking onto its prey
Gulu ! !
Life is unending, and challenges are relentless
He has never been satisfied with his current achievements, even if those achievements are considered by many to be the absolute pinnacle.
This is the last time
Hoo... Hiss...
In the next moment, countless shadows of punches, surpassing the limits of an ordinary person's retinal capture, enveloped every corner of the room
In fact, on the four enclosed walls of the room, there are inconspicuous holes, which are the latest type of air exchange and purification devices. They can perform gas exchange at the fastest speed, ensuring that the indoor air is clean and the oxygen content remains above the baseline.
Zhou Yuanjue has a clean and neat short haircut, wearing a black tight-fitting top on the upper body and a simple pair of sports shorts on the lower body
This action, which is inherently difficult to master and may wobble or fall at any moment, is instead presented by him with a sense of immovability akin to a mountain, exuding an air of uprightness and steadiness
Tonight at 9:00 PM, Binjiang Tianhai Boxing Arena, opponent: Nanmian National Fierce Tiger Boxing, Wu Heshan
The intense body temperature rapidly decreased after the cessation of movement, the phenomenon of misting disappeared, and a large number of fine beads of sweat appeared on Zhou Yuan's skin, making him look slightly fatigued.
Stand on the right foot, lift the left foot off the ground, draw it towards the abdomen, with the knee slightly bent, and the entire body's center of gravity directed downward
At exactly 8:00, he has an early class. The black-tailed kite advanced boxing master is actually just his hidden profession; his apparent main occupation is that of a lecturer in the History Department at Wuhai University
The sound of the hundred falcons!
His stomach emitted a dull sound, as if some kind of machine were in operation
In this moment, Zhou Yuan felt as if he had found the sensation of bearing the heavens, defying the fierce winds across the horizon, and soaring like an eagle in the vast sky
This realm does not signify a new peak for him, nor does it represent the limit of the martial arts path; it merely indicates a new starting point
About three minutes later, the rumbling in his stomach finally ceased, and only then did he open his eyes again and pick up the phone beside him
An ordinary person, when throwing punches with full force continuously, will feel exhausted after less than ten punches. A person who has undergone professional training may be able to maintain this for a longer duration, but to continuously throw punches like Zhou Yuanjue, generating such terrifying explosive power, sustaining it for over a hundred punches, and maintaining a balanced punch strength without any decline, is an unimaginable feat
After delivering the one hundredth punch, Zhou Yuan's movements came to an abrupt halt as he stood still in place
This is a legend
Zhou Yuanjue did not respond, calmly locking his phone screen. He tidied up the table briefly, washed the dishes, changed into a slightly more formal outfit, and left the house promptly at 7:30. He got into his car and departed from Longyuan Community, heading towards Wuhai University.
His arms were raised like an eagle spreading its wings, with shoulders so broad they were intimidating; it was not merely muscular breadth, but rather a frame that seemed to belong to a giant. On his upper arm, one could see a distinct spiral-shaped birthmark.
As the last spoonful of medicinal cuisine was consumed, he closed his eyes
Sixty Fists
Ding!!
The ability to fully execute "Hundred Falcons Cry" signifies that one's mastery of the Red Falcon Fist has reached its utmost perfection, and one's physical capabilities have attained a peak unimaginable to ordinary individuals. Since the inception of the Red Falcon Fist, there are only a few documented cases of individuals who have been able to cultivate to this level.
Ninety punches
He slowly exhaled a breath
Zhou Yuanjue's eyes were cast down, his expression neither joyful nor sorrowful, showing no signs of being moved by the fact that his martial arts had reached a new peak
Caw caw caw caw
Fifteen minutes later, when Zhou Yuanjue had almost finished eating, his phone finally rang again
Certainly, before that feeling arises, it is likely that an average person would first suffocate due to lack of oxygen
Hoo... Hiss...
Even if Zhou Yuanjue's master were to be reborn, he would likely be extremely astonished that Zhou Yuanjue has managed to cultivate the Red Falcon Fist to such a terrifying degree
Ding!!
The email was sent, but there was no reply for a long time. Zhou Yuanjue was not anxious; he sat upright, his eyes lowered, and began to slowly savor the medicinal meal in front of him.
Thirty punches
At this moment, he is striking a peculiar pose
The muscle lines on his body are exceptionally full and smooth, yet they do not appear exaggerated. Every inch of flesh seems to be a perfectly crafted work of art, akin to the ultimate beauty of the human form sculpted by the renowned masters of sculpture throughout history
The powerful force and speed tore through and rubbed against the already chaotic airflow in the room, producing a sharp sound reminiscent of bird calls
As he breathed, the pores that had remained tightly closed during the exertion opened up, and the intense breath and heat mixed with sweat created a brief phenomenon of vaporization around him on this summer morning
However, Zhou Yuan did not check immediately; instead, he seemed completely unaware and continued to focus on eating the breakfast in front of him
His breathing was quite exaggerated, stirring the airflow in the entire room of several dozen square meters. Anyone present would likely feel a refreshing breeze akin to that of a standing fan from all directions
You have won, everything is negotiable
It is precisely for this reason that "Hundred Falcons Cry" has become the finishing move of the Red Falcon Fist, overwhelming the opponent's defenses with a torrential series of continuous attacks. At the same time, this also serves as a benchmark for assessing the mastery of the Red Falcon Fist and the physical fitness level of the martial artist
Zhou Yuanjue maintained a posture akin to that of an eagle spreading its wings, with his chest and abdomen rising and falling slowly in a significant manner
This requires terrifying lung capacity, a strong heart, resilient blood vessels, unimaginable muscle strength, and well-honed power techniques ... Any shortcoming in any of these aspects makes it utterly impossible to achieve.
Hiss ! !
He took out the medicinal porridge breakfast that had been simmered in the smart rice cooker, and the faint aroma of traditional Chinese medicine made one's fingers itch and appetite soar
After eight years of martial arts training, I have finally reached this point today
In a room of the small villa located in Building A203 of Longyuan Community, the gentle morning light cascaded like a curtain through the transparent glass skylight, falling upon Zhou Yuanjue.
The response from the other side is equally brief
Zhou Yuanjue opened the email after entering the password
Because he firmly believes that he will eventually reach this stage, or even become stronger.
The sun rises in the east, and the morning light is cast down
Hello!
Red Falcon Fist Stance, Soaring Style
The morning light cascades down, the air currents swirl, gently caressing his body
The Falcon's cry... has finally been completed. The Red Falcon Fist has now truly reached perfection
Before he could start enjoying his breakfast, the phone beside him rang. It was not a message, but a special encrypted email.
His arms rapidly became engorged with blood, the flesh slightly swollen, turning a purplish-red color
The myriad shadows of fists vanished, and the turbulent air that had swept through the room quickly settled down