I Can Merge Techniques-Chapter 48 - 47: Twelve Forms Fist Perfection, Seamless and Flawless

Chapter 48: Chapter 47: Twelve Forms Fist Perfection, Seamless and Flawless

The lingering glow of the setting sun dyed the small courtyard a warm, golden hue.

Chu Fan’s figure darted about the courtyard, the wind from his fists whistling sharply.

He had already been practicing his fist techniques here for two hours.

His arms ached, as if filled with lead.

Every punch he threw seemed to sap all his strength.

Yet the knuckles of his clenched fists were still a pale, bluish-white from the strain.

[Skill: Twelve Forms Fist (Great Success) Progress: (796/800) (Trait: None)]

Just a little more!

Just one last bit!

One final run-through of the Twelve Forms Fist, and he would break through to Perfection!

Tiger Pounce, Bear Strike, Horse Kick, Eagle Strike, Snake Coil...

He cycled through the moves of the Twelve Forms Fist, the forms shifting and repeating endlessly...

He strived for perfection with every set, pouring his entire focus into each movement.

As he neared the final form—

Chu Fan suddenly stomped forward, his right leg planting itself as if taking root. His left leg bent slightly as his body sank, and he pushed both arms forward in an arc.

This was the "Bear Form Mountain Collision" from the Twelve Forms Fist!

The wind from his fists howled, a muffled boom that seemed to send visible ripples through the air.

He had practiced this form countless times, yet he showed no sign of complacency. His gaze, sharp as a hawk’s, was locked on the empty space before him.

Just as his fists reached their peak extension, Chu Fan suddenly felt a warm current rise from the depths of his Dantian. It spread rapidly through his meridians, reaching every limb and bone.

[Twelve Forms Fist Experience Points +7]

[Skill: Twelve Forms Fist (Perfection) Progress: (3/1500) (Trait: None)]

Chu Fan felt as if a clap of thunder had exploded in his mind.

Countless chaotic images flooded his mind like a tidal wave.

They were every detail of his past training sessions.

The awkwardness of his beginning stages, the joy of reaching Small Success, the confidence of attaining Great Success...

The angle of every punch.

The rhythm of every breath.

The subtle deviation in every transition of his Step Technique.

And with every exertion of force, the trembling of his muscle fibers, the sluggish flow of his qi and blood.

Countless flaws and imperfections—ones he had ignored, failed to notice, or had noticed but was powerless to correct even at the Great Success Realm...

Now, in the instant his Twelve Forms Fist reached the "Perfection" Realm, they were infinitely magnified by a formless, immense power, presented with absolute clarity!

Immediately, that strange power coursed through his body. Like a master craftsman carving raw jade, it swiftly mended and corrected those imperfections, honing them to perfection!

The qualitative leap, triggered when quantitative accumulation reached its zenith, was far beyond anything he had imagined!

This was not a simple repair, but a fundamental sublimation and transformation!

Chu Fan felt his understanding of the Twelve Forms Fist instantly ascend to an unprecedented level!

He was no longer bound by the framework of the moves; he had truly touched upon the "intent" lying deep within the Fist Technique.

The ferocity of the tiger, the graceful agility of the swallow, the steadfastness of the bear, the cleverness of the ape, the piercing sharpness of the eagle, the fluid subtlety of the snake...

The essence of the Twelve Forms was no longer mere mimicry.

It was truly integrated into his instincts!

With a single thought, both form and spirit manifested perfectly!

The Fist Force that he once had to consciously channel his qi and blood just to barely summon now flowed through his entire body as naturally as breathing.

Wherever his intent went, the Force followed.

It was perfectly fluid and clear, flawless and pure!

An aura, several times more powerful than before, erupted uncontrollably from his body, kicking up the snow on the ground into a ring that expanded outward.

Chu Fan slowly opened his eyes. A brilliant light, like a fleeting star, flashed in their depths and was gone.

He subconsciously fell into a fighting stance again...

It was still the same, familiar Twelve Forms Fist.

But performing it now, there was a world of difference!

His movements seemed soft and slow, yet concealed explosive power.

His footwork was fluid and seamless, coordinating perfectly with his fist strikes, completely free of any hindrance.

When he performed the entire Fist Technique, it was as if it were born of nature itself.

It was as if he were not practicing a martial art, but demonstrating a law of nature, filled with an inexpressible, harmonious beauty and an immense, oppressive presence!

Even after reaching Great Success in the Twelve Forms Fist, he still had to consciously think about the transition between each form and the placement of every step.

But now, the Fist Technique seemed to have merged into his very blood. Every single gesture carried the unique essence of the Twelve Forms Fist!

He threw a casual punch, and in it were the ferocity of the Tiger Form, the nimbleness of the Dragon Form, and the grace of the Swallow Form...

The characteristics of the twelve forms had actually blended together perfectly!

As the wind from his fist howled, it was as if twelve spirit beasts were roaring and dancing in the air.

His senses had also become exceptionally sharp.

The rustle of grass in the cold wind outside, the subtle sounds of Mrs. Zhang simmering soup in the house—he could hear it all with perfect clarity.

He could even see the texture of every single bluestone on the courtyard wall perfectly clearly!

Hah!

A flicker of unconcealed excitement flashed in Chu Fan’s eyes as he pulled back his fists and stood tall.

He raised his right hand and slowly clenched it, feeling the power he could now command at will. A smile unconsciously crept onto his lips.

From Entry-Level to Small Success, the increase in the Twelve Forms Fist’s power was like a trickling stream.

From Small Success to Great Success, the growth in its power was like a rushing river.

And from Great Success to Perfection, the increase in power was truly like a vast, boundless ocean!

This wasn’t just an increase in might; it was a fundamental leap. It was the ultimate experience of being "Skillful and Proficient" and achieving "Natural Strength."

Of course, Chu Fan understood that while the breakthrough of a Lower-Grade, second-tier Fist Technique to Perfection yielded greater gains than perfecting the Firewood Splitting Saber Technique, it shouldn’t be quite this dramatic...

But the intoxicating feeling brought on by such a massive leap in power was still something he reveled in.

The sun sank completely below the horizon. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

In the small courtyard, Chu Fan’s figure seemed to be cloaked in an invisible aura.

It was the powerful confidence and presence that naturally flowed from him now that his art had reached Perfection.

Just then, Mrs. Zhang came out from the house. "Fan," she said, "the meat is ready. I’ve brought it into the room for you boys. Remember to eat it in a little while."

"Alright, thanks, Mrs. Zhang!" Chu Fan replied, panting as he headed inside.

The fatigue from his grueling practice of the Twelve Forms Fist washed over him like a tide.

Chu Fan felt a deep soreness in every limb, and he desperately wanted to just collapse onto his bed and sleep for ages.

Since breaking through to the "Blood Nourishing" Realm, this had been his most frantic day of training.

For more than two hours, he had practiced the Twelve Forms Fist almost without interruption!

If anyone had seen him, they would have been utterly shocked and disbelieving!

He dragged his heavy legs back into the room, where a peculiar, rich aroma immediately filled his nostrils.

It instantly stirred his hunger, and even the feeling of exhaustion faded a little.

On the wooden table by the window, a large, coarse pottery bowl sat steadily.

Steam rose from the bowl in a steady wisp, like an invisible column of smoke, spiraling up before vanishing into the air.

Inside the bowl, a thick, hearty, palm-sized cut of meat soaked in a broth that glistened faintly with oil.

The meat’s texture looked incredibly dense, like the finest cut of beef. It was a tempting dark brown, and its surface shimmered with a strange, subtle luster, like grains of stardust.

This was the very beast meat Master Cao had instructed Mrs. Zhang to stew specially for him and Zhao Tianxing each day.

It came from an Exotic Beast called the "Earth Vein Bull."

It was a name Chu Fan had never heard in either his past life or his current one.

Legend said this beast was born where the earth’s Spirit Veins converged and fed on metals, stones, and Spirit Plants. Its flesh and blood contained an incredibly pure life essence, perfect for Strengthening the Foundation and Nourishing the Essence and for fortifying one’s qi and blood.

In the past, whenever Chu Fan received this meat, he would savor it with a grateful heart, unwilling to waste even a single drop of broth.

Today, this was even more true.

After such extreme exertion, his body was crying out for replenishment.

There was bound to be a fierce battle tonight.

This was the very reason he had trained like a madman, ignoring his exhaustion, all to push for the "Perfection" Realm.

After finishing this cut of "Earth Vein Bull" meat, he would go to the dining hall to drink the Blood-Nourishing Medicine Soup. Then, with over two hours of rest, he was confident he could restore himself to his absolute peak condition.