Chapter 2: The Supreme Fist

Facing Old Zhu’s interrogation, Li An paused for two seconds before saying, “That’s part of the reason.”“Good!” Old Zhu’s tone suddenly rose. “Then let me tell you now!”“Why my leg ended up like this!”“Why your parents died on the battlefield eight years ago!”“It’s because your father was a worthless fist cultivator!”“If he had been a gunner or a sword cultivator”“With his talent, he would never have lost that day!”“I wouldn’t have had to save them and end up in this state!”“And even after paying such a price, I couldn’t save your parents!”“The root cause of all this is because your father was a fist cultivator!”Hearing this, Li An clenched his fists tightly, his breath quickened, and his face flushed red.Old Zhu ignored this, glaring at Li An and saying, “Fine! You’re not my son. You can choose whatever profession you want! But let me warn you, don’t come crying to me with regret when someone you love dies because of your incompetence!”After speaking, Old Zhu turned abruptly, grabbed the projector in front of him, and limped toward the door.He slammed the door shut and headed to the parking lot to drive home. Sitting in his car, gripping the steering wheel, his body suddenly went limp.Old Zhu seemed lost in thought. He opened the compartment in the passenger seat. Dust poured out, revealing a rusty armguard lying silently inside.“Old Li, you know what? I think practicing fist combat is the ultimate romance for a man!”In his mind, Old Zhu heard Ye Yan’s bold and confident laughter.He looked so much like Li An, not just in appearance but also in personality.The same confidence.The same pride.Sometimes Old Zhu felt it was both pitiful and laughable.Ye Yan chose to become a fist cultivator because he thought it was romantic.He knew fist cultivators were weaker compared to other professions.But it looked so cool!Power is temporary, but style is forever.Well, now you’ve died looking cool! Are you satisfied?Furious, Old Zhu slammed the compartment shut, stomped on the gas pedal, and roared off in his car.Midway, he made a decision in his heart. Even if Li An hated him for it, on the day of the career choice, he would knock Li An unconscious and make the choice for him!He could not bear to see another white-haired man sending off the young.Meanwhile, in Li An’s basement.Dim and empty, it was filled with punching bags and cold training equipment.Li An, bare-chested and wearing boxing gloves, sat silently in a chair, staring at a punching bag in front of him.On the wall behind the bag hung a family portrait.His parents, grandparents, and himself—a family of five.His grandmother passed away when he was little.At the age of ten, his parents died in battle.Six months ago, his grandfather passed away from old age.Now, he was the only one left in the family.His name, Li An, was chosen because his parents had only one wish for him: a life of peace and joy.But Mom and Dad, I have the blood of a warrior in my veins.Thinking of this, Li An suddenly stood up and began bouncing lightly, relaxing his shoulders, deltoids, and arms.After warming up, he closed his eyes and walked to the 3,000-pound punching bag in front of him.It was incredibly heavy.For a sword cultivator, it could be sliced through effortlessly.For a gun cultivator, it would only take one thrust to break it.But for a fist cultivator, it would take ten years of practice to destroy.That was the difference between fist cultivators and other professions.Thinking of this, Li An’s muscles tightened. He delivered an uppercut to the punching bag.“Boom!”A dull thud echoed as the 3,000-pound bag swayed slightly.In his mind, he heard his father’s words:“Fists are not just a form of strength; they are also a form of belief. It’s hard to describe this belief, but when you stand before your opponent, clench your fists, and take up your stance, you will feel it.”At that moment, Li An threw a heavy punch.The bag swayed high and, propelled by the strong momentum, swung rapidly toward Li An.Just before it hit him, Li An’s body shifted slightly, his head tilting to the side, dodging smoothly.His black hair was lifted by the wind generated by the bag’s movement.“How does it feel? Exciting, isn’t it?” his father’s voice rang again, from the first time he practiced with the punching bag.“Dodging at the limit feels amazing. The breeze from the bag is like a reward for dodging successfully.”“Man, I love playing on the edge!”Li An laughed. He loved this feeling too.The bag swung back. Without waiting for the momentum to fade, Li An delivered a hook punch, crashing into the powerful force.“Boom!”The 3,000-pound force made Li An’s arm muscles tremble.“Does it hurt? But you fought back. Doesn’t that feel satisfying!?”Li An muttered to himself, “It feels great!”His father’s words echoed in his mind:“No matter how great the thrill of punching is, I must admit one thing. The combat strength of fist cultivators is genuinely weaker than other professions.”“That’s like a rule set by the heavens, a destiny that no fist cultivator can escape!”“But isn’t the point of fists to break through destiny itself?”“I believe there must be some talent or fist technique that can elevate fist cultivators to the pinnacle of the world!”“I told this to many people, and they called me a dreamer. They said such miracles don’t exist!”“But I firmly believe that believing in miracles is already extraordinary in itself!”“For example, me!”His father’s dazzling smile and his confident thumbs-up appeared in Li An’s mind.With his eyes tightly shut, Li An smiled. Ahead of him, the punching bag came hurtling toward him with maximum momentum!At that moment, the second innate rune within Li An began spinning!There was one thing he hadn’t told Old Zhu.His so-called “dreams” were actually his weakest talent.He was born a fist cultivator!And that second talent was the miracle his father had been waiting for—a unique, one-in-a-million gift never before seen in the human realm, a talent so unprecedented it couldn’t even be named.He called it The Supreme Fist!As this thought flashed through his mind, a storm-like aura surged from Li An’s body.All over him, an intense fighting spirit rose like boiling steam, enveloping him in a red glow.The steam condensed into a single point in his palm, and with the swing of his shoulder, he struck at the mountain of destiny!“Boom!”In the dimly lit basement, a deafening sound rang out.When Li An opened his eyes, his body was drenched in sweat mixed with the sand from the exploded bag.But he didn’t look down at the wreckage. Instead, he gazed straight ahead at the wall.Beneath the family portrait, a solid wall now bore a deep dent, with a fist-shaped imprint at its center, perfectly matching Li An’s hand.Sure! Here’s the full translation: