Chapter 32: [029] The First Pot of Gold_2
After spending so many days hanging out with the big monk, Wang Longhu’s knowledge has actually increased quite a bit. He can tell at a glance whether someone is a practitioner.
A master of Internal Boxing must have restrained energy and spirit, skin like jade, and temples that bulge over an inch.
While a master of External Boxing would have muscles and bones as hard as iron, thick calluses on the hands, smoothed knuckles, and prominent cheek muscles.
Looking at Teng Qing’s extraordinarily strong arms and fat hands with calluses and slightly purple skin, it’s clear he’s been a practitioner for quite some years.
Seeing Teng Qing’s smug expression, Wang Longhu became interested.
He could even punch a two-hundred-pound sandbag into the air and has touched the threshold of achieving full Ming Jin. So if he tried brick breaking, could he manage it?
Internal Boxing refines essence into qi, and all physical strength is based on this refined energy. According to the big monk, when Ming Jin is fully achieved, a single punch can have a force of six hundred pounds—truly unimaginable.
The countryside isn’t short of bricks and stones. Using the Murong technique of turning one’s own tricks against them, Wang Longhu directly found two old bricks left over from building his grandma’s house, pulled over an old table, and set the old bricks upright in front of the screen.
"Ladies and gentlemen, though my skills are limited, today I will perform a hand brick-breaking trick for you, so everyone knows that I, Longhu, have never been weaker than anyone!"
Staring at the old bricks on the table, Wang Longhu earnestly assumed the Santi stance.
Seeing Wang Longhu actually attempt to learn breaking bricks from him, Teng Qing couldn’t help but laugh.