Nascent Soul Rebirth: Starting as a Wizard

No matter how hard Nert tried to suppress him, he could always find an opening to break free.

They even turned around and used their legs to pin down Nielt's arm, and their elbows to brace against Nielt's joints.

"What the hell... how can he still move down there?"

"Nelson seems to be struggling?"

"What kind of playing style is that? I've never seen it before!"

The redhead covered her mouth, her eyes wide open:

"Oh my god, Nelson was actually suppressed? That black-haired guy... his movements are so strange, like... like flowing water?"

"He always moved at the exact moment Nielt exerted his power, preventing Nielt from using his strength effectively."

The other, slightly older lady looked more closely.

"Look at his leg, it always gets stuck at the joint where Nielt exerts force."

"But he doesn't have the strength! How can he get stuck?"

"That's the technique... my father once said."

"Look! He's about to turn over!"

Ground combat is not Xuanhuang Martial Arts' forte, but against a novice, Blue Star's judo ground techniques are sufficient.

Nielt's press was clumsy and lacked skill; it was all brute force.

Solo uses the principle of "kasaya-gau" to control the opponent's upper body and the concept of "wrist lock" to threaten the elbow joint.

This forced Nielt to constantly adjust, which drained his energy.

Wait patiently.

Nielt grew increasingly agitated, revealing more and more flaws in his defense.

Now—as Nielt once again tried to raise his upper body to throw a punch.

Solo's legs, positioned on the bottom, suddenly wrapped around one of Nelson's arms and the side of his neck.

With a burst of core strength from his waist and abdomen, combined with a swift bridge-like rise, he lifted Nielt, whose weight far exceeded his own, off his feet!

opportunity.

Solo is like a spring compressed to its limit, using the moment he flips his opponent.

By escaping the unfavorable position and quickly turning over, they gained the upper hand.

He did not hesitate at all.

Grabbing Nielt's training clothes with both hands, he coordinated his waist and legs to smoothly execute a standard "big outside cut" followed by a "slam" technique.

First, push and pull to disrupt the opponent's balance. In the instant the opponent leans back and loses weight, sweep your right leg like a sickle behind the opponent's supporting leg.

At this moment, Nelter was filled with shock and anger.

Disgrace! Outrage! How is this possible? How could this mud-blooded bastard—?

Every time I try to exert force, it feels like hitting cotton!

Every time I tried to suppress him, he inexplicably broke free!

His strange movements, those hooked feet and twisted legs, those ways of twisting his arms...

I've never seen anything like it!

Wait, why is my body floating?

My field of vision is rotating.

The sand rushed towards him.

Is it...is it going to fall?

"Oh my god—!"

To everyone's disbelief, Solo, having gained the upper hand, did not pause his actions in the slightest.

He grabbed Nelter's clothes with both hands, twisted and pulled, and Nelter's huge body was pulled off balance and fell backward!

Immediately afterwards, Solo swept out with his right leg, precisely hooking it onto the heel of Nielt's only supporting left foot.

Then--

Solo spoke softly, his voice calm to the point of being cruel:

"We're about to take off!"

The moment he finished speaking, he unleashed all his strength in a powerful upward thrust!

"Ho—!"

Nielt's nearly 1.8-meter-tall body, weighing over 70 kilograms, was lifted off the ground.

It traced a brief arc, then crashed face down onto the sand!

In that instant, time seemed to stand still.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes wide open, watching this scene that defied common sense.

The lean Solo tossed the burly Nelter into the air like a sack of grain!

Several timid young ladies even turned their heads away, unable to bear watching the impending heavy impact.

If this fall had landed squarely, even on sand, it would have been enough to knock Nielt unconscious, and might even have injured his spine!

Instructor Barton had appeared at the edge of the circle without anyone noticing.

No one could see when he moved there; it was as if he had always been standing there.

Just as Nelson's back was about to hit the ground hard, Instructor Patton moved.

He didn't reach out to catch it, nor did he even bend down. He simply stood there, his right foot casually stretched forward.

Toes.

Using only the toes.

The toes of those heavy leather boots landed precisely on the sand about twenty centimeters below where Nielt's back would have landed.

At the very moment of contact, Instructor Patton's toe flicked and lifted upwards at a speed too fast for the naked eye to detect.

The movement was as light as flicking a fallen leaf with the tip of one's toe.

But the effect was astonishing—Nelter's massive body, weighing over seventy kilograms, fell with acceleration from a height of over one meter.

The downward momentum was actually stopped by this single lift!

Instead of stubbornly resisting, it cleverly changed the angle and speed of its fall.

This prevented Nielt from suffering a serious fall; he simply rolled to his side and coughed violently.

An unusual fluctuation instantly attracted Solo's keen spiritual senses!

Solo's Analytical Eye instantly went into full power:

[Target: Barton Farrell]

[Movement Analysis: Extend your right leg, with your toes touching the sand about 20cm below the target's back]

Contact time: 0.12 seconds

[Force application method: not vertical support, but an upward tilting force, changing the fall vector]

[Force Analysis: Target weight approximately 73kg, fall height approximately 1.2m, terminal velocity approximately 4.85m/s]

Momentum calculation: p = m·v ≈ 73kg × 4.85m/s ≈ 354kg·m/s

[Effect time: 0.12 seconds; Required average force: F = Δp/Δt ≈ 354/0.12 ≈ 2950N]

Considering that the angle between the direction of the force and the vertical direction is approximately 30 degrees, the actual force required is approximately: 2950N / cos30° ≈ 3400N.

[Converted to kilogram-force: approximately 347 kgf]

[Conclusion: This action requires the toes of one foot to generate a force of approximately 347 kilograms within 0.12 seconds, and to accurately control the direction and magnitude of the force to avoid causing secondary damage to the target.]

This power and control precision far exceed the limits of ordinary humans, confirming that the target possesses characteristics of an extraordinary power system.

(This will only appear once. There will be no specific calculations afterward, only specific values. After all, it might be considered fluffy. The main reason is that the author feels that the values ​​in many works are too vague, and there are often plots where someone has the strength to lift a mountain and run.)

However, it is indeed difficult to quantify, so I did not give a specific amount of power added by internal force. Moreover, internal force cannot actually enhance one's own strength. I will explain the way internal force works later.

Solo's pupils contracted slightly.

347 kilograms of explosive power in an instant, and using the toes, the most difficult part of the foot to generate power, while maintaining such precise control...

The entire room fell silent.

For a full three seconds, no one spoke.

Only the sound of Nielt coughing on the sand was rough and disheveled.

Then, a clamor of discussion erupted:

"My God... he actually did it..."

"Falling completely off the ground... what if that hit really hard..."

"Who just said he wouldn't last three moves? Step forward!"

"How exactly did Solo train?"

"Has anyone seen that technique before? The instructor seems to recognize it?"

"No wonder he trains so quietly; he's been hiding this skill all along..."

"Nelter has really lost face this time."

The initial disdain, mockery, and indifference have now been replaced by shock, confusion, curiosity, and even a hint of awe.

The gaze cast upon Solo, who stood calmly in the center of the field, was incredibly complex.