Chapter 19: Unlimited Power Accumulation

**Inside Li An's Home.**

Shuangxue's emotions had stabilized.

A few seconds later.

A package descended from the sky, landing in front of Li An's door.

Li An went out to check. Zhang Sanfeng was still waiting at the door. He picked up the package, handed it to Li An, and said, "Contact me when you're done."

"Okay." Li An nodded lightly.

He took the package back to the living room.

Opening it, he found:

Three portions of Infinite-Grade Evolution Fluid!

Colorful light flickered, emitting a dazzling luster. Li An's heartbeat quickened uncontrollably.

Although he had guessed that the package was sent by the Grand Marshal.

When such legendary items actually appeared before him.

Li An still couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart.

Infinite-Grade Evolution Fluid!

Suddenly, Shuangxue looked up, her bright eyes staring straight at Li An's profile.

"Do you like it?"

"Shuangxue..."

"Shhh." Shuangxue raised her index finger to her lips, her cheeks puffed out, looking adorable.

"Don't refuse."

"You said everything has a price. To gain something, you have to give something."

"You helped me become better. That's what you gave."

"And these three bottles are what you gained."

"It's very reasonable."

Shuangxue slightly raised her eyebrows, appearing somewhat gentle.

After a few seconds of silence, Li An said, "It would be impolite to refuse."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

"What did you call me?" Shuangxue's little face furrowed.

"Your Highness, isn't that what everyone calls you?"

"No, you can't call me Your Highness."

Li An: "Then what should I call you?"

Shuangxue: "Just call me Xue'er, like my father does."

Li An: "Xue'er."

"Xue'er."

"Ahem, it's a bit awkward to say."

"But I should get used to it."

"Mmm." Shuangxue nodded obediently.

"Then you go practice your boxing first. I still need to change my class." Li An said.

"Okay." Shuangxue stood aside.

She didn't go to practice boxing; she wanted to watch Li An.

Li An asked Zhang Sanfeng to come back.

The rugged man noticed that Shuangxue's complexion was much better, and he nodded silently.

He originally wanted to say a few words for Meng Chen, but he wasn't good with words.

Moreover, the殿下’s situation was so special that no one knew what might trigger her.

Zhang Sanfeng thought silently in his heart, *I'd rather do nothing than make a mistake.*

"Your Highness, I'm here to help Li An change his class."

Shuangxue nodded silently and suddenly asked, "Does Meng Chen still want Li An to switch to Strategist?"

Zhang Sanfeng quickly laughed and said, "Of course not."

"Everything depends on Li An's own wishes."

"Besides, since Li An has dual talents, there's no need to rush."

"Whenever Li An wants to switch to Strategist, he can do so."

The desire to change class would attach to the talent rune.

To change class again, one had to start over.

But Li An had two talent runes, which meant he didn't need to start over at all.

One for Boxer, one for Strategist, a win-win.

However, it was still unknown whether Li An would actually switch to Strategist!

Hearing that Meng Chen was no longer forcing him, Shuangxue's expression softened a bit.

Then, Zhang Sanfeng wanted to know what Li An's second talent was, so he went with him to the basement.

The three arrived in the basement.

Zhang Sanfeng immediately saw the deep fist print below the family photo.

He quickly walked forward, his palm gently brushing over the fist print, his brows furrowed.

Leaving such a standard fist print on a wall was harder than knocking down a wall.

This wasn't a matter of strength; it was related to the intent of the fist.

"This is your second talent, right?"

"Show me again."

Zhang Sanfeng turned to look at Li An.

Li An didn't hesitate. He took a deep breath, and the Supreme Fist was activated. The originally thin fist intent in his body suddenly became vast, so much that it surged out of his body.

It took many years to convert the true qi in the human body into fist intent.

Li An had time in his talent world and could practice it. This was normal.

But the amount of fist intent was closely related to one's realm.

The amount of fist intent around him at this moment was too huge, even causing slight cracks on the ground.

This was something a third-realm martial artist couldn't do. Under normal circumstances, even a genius would have to reach the fourth realm to achieve this.

So Zhang Sanfeng smiled.

There was only one reason for this unreasonable situation.

Unreasonable power—talent.

Of course, Zhang Sanfeng didn't throw a punch. He simply said, "The talent you just showed only has a bonus on strength."

"But I taught you a boxing technique a long time ago, one about force."

"Have you been practicing?"

Li An quickly said, "Flowing Water Crashing Mountain Fist."

"I can already perform eighty-eight punches in a row."

"How long does it take?" Zhang Sanfeng asked.

"Five seconds!" Li An replied immediately.

On the battlefield, no one would give you more than five seconds to fight his teammate one-on-one.

At most five seconds, reinforcements would arrive immediately.

So practicing those that took more than ten seconds had little practical value; they were just toys.

Zhang Sanfeng nodded and said, "Show me. When you reach 40 punches, I'll start dodging. See if you can keep up. I've suppressed my realm."

Li An nodded immediately and, with a crisp and swift step, punched Zhang Sanfeng's abdomen with a straight punch.

There was a "dong" sound. This punch was like hitting a large bell, and all the force spread around like sound waves.

Li An's expression changed slightly.

**Deflection!**

A fundamental martial arts technique!

Li An knew it too.

But he had never seen Zhang Sanfeng's way of deflecting!

Standing still?

Without any physical movement?

How was it done?

"Don't be dazed!" Zhang Sanfeng chuckled.

Li An concentrated and continued to throw punches rapidly.

In an instant, the speed of his punches became so fast that afterimages appeared, and in the silent basement, the sound of striking a bell echoed continuously.

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes were fixed on Li An's every movement.

Perfect.

The Flowing Mountain Strike Fist was an art of reaction force.

When you strike someone with a punch, a reaction force returns to you. At that moment, you convert that reaction force to your own use, adding it to your original force, making the next strike even more powerful.

Therefore, with the Flowing Mountain Strike Fist, the more consecutive strikes you land, the greater the power becomes.

The basic technique is a continuous left-right strike. Experts can perform continuous strikes with a single hand, and masters can strike however they wish.

Li An could perform single-handed continuous strikes before his fortieth punch.

But after forty punches, he could only perform left-right continuous strikes.

This was normal.

Everyone knows the saying "four ounces can deflect a thousand pounds," but they don't know the full context: first, there must be a thousand pounds of force, and then you can use four ounces to deflect it.

The upper limit of the Flowing Mountain Strike Fist depends on the individual's physical strength. If the body's muscles are not strong enough to withstand the reaction force, then training is futile!

The highest recorded number of consecutive strikes for a master of the fourth level of the Flowing Mountain Strike Fist was 97, which took ten seconds.

Li An hadn't even reached the fourth level yet, but he could deliver 88 punches in just five seconds!

Zhang Sanfeng grew fonder of him the more he watched. In his eyes, Li An was a piece of raw jade, beautiful no matter how it was carved.

All of this flashed through Zhang Sanfeng's mind very quickly.

Only three seconds had passed since they started.

Li An had already thrown sixty-six punches.

Zhang Sanfeng did not move after forty punches as he had said he would, but deliberately waited until this moment.

With the sixty-seventh punch, Zhang Sanfeng's figure transformed into a gust of wind, about to slip past Li An's hand.

Li An, whose attention was highly focused, noticed this.

Dream Mode activated, slowing down the flow of movement tenfold!

But...

The sixty-seventh punch missed.

Li An failed to hit Zhang Sanfeng.

He had dodged it and was now standing behind Li An, tapping his side face with his finger.

"If your fist technique isn't fast enough, it's simply not good enough."

"Can't your talent enhance your speed?" Zhang Sanfeng asked seriously.

Li An nodded and said, "My talent enhances my martial intent."

"What are the side effects?" Zhang Sanfeng asked.

"It consumes a huge amount of stamina."

"Then that's alright," Zhang Sanfeng nodded slightly.

He wasn't very excited.

Talents that enhance martial intent were common and not valuable.

Truly powerful talents were those that allowed one to increase their size, speed, or even grow extra arms—those were far more useful than a bit of martial intent.

At this moment, Li An suddenly asked, "As far as I know, the best talent for enhancing martial intent throughout history is called 'Fist God,' which can increase martial intent by up to 2.5 times."

"Yes, what's your multiplier?" Zhang Sanfeng asked.

Although talents that enhance martial intent were common, if one could reach the pinnacle in this area, it would certainly be an exceptional talent.

Li An said somewhat embarrassedly, "I'm not sure."

"But I feel... there's no limit."

"The amount of enhancement depends on how much stamina I expend and how long I charge up."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly froze, frowning and asking, "What?"

"I didn't hear clearly. Say it again, what's the multiplier?"

Li An quickly said, "It's however much stamina I expend, that's the multiplier."

"No limit."

"What!?" Zhang Sanfeng's tone suddenly rose sharply, his voice becoming high-pitched.