Gao Wu Da Qin: You don't want your secret to be known, do you?

Chapter 20 More Advanced Power Generation Techniques

When I got home, my parents were already asleep. ♜🍪 ♗😈

Qin Feng wanted to sleep, but the alcohol in the small wine pot was churning in his stomach, making him, who already had a low alcohol tolerance, feel very uncomfortable.

Qin Feng simply opened the training mat, then stuck himself to the wall like a scorpion, head down, with one finger in a Zen-like position, and stood upside down to sober himself up.

While sobering up, Qin Feng recalled the scene in the park where Gai Nie had forced him to unleash six hundred units of blood energy with just a casual throw.

A tiny wine jug shattered all the clothes on my body!

This is undoubtedly a very skillful technique for generating power!

If I could master the technique of Gai Nie throwing the wine pot, wouldn't I also have a huge improvement?

Thinking of this, Qin Feng suddenly became energetic.

Qin Feng recalled over and over again the entire process of Gai Nie taking out the wine pot and throwing it at him, down to every single detail and every minute nuance.

Then I mentally simulated and tested it again and again.

With 20% of his brain capacity utilized, Gai Nie's palm began to undergo a detailed analysis at the level of a supercomputer.

From the folds of the skin, the location of sweat glands, the reaction of nerve endings, the contraction of fascia, the movement of the tendon sheath surrounding the superficial and deep flexor tendons of the fingers, and even the heart rate, breathing rate, hormone secretion, and cerebral cortex activity at that time!

Qin Feng's forehead was covered in layers of cold sweat, which flowed down his hair and onto the training mat.

Finally, a note appeared in the diary.

"Hint: Under the effect of [Advanced Focus], you have mastered a more advanced power generation technique!"

Finally, Qin Feng opened his eyes, his gaze shining. "Perhaps, this is it!"

Qin Feng casually tore off a piece of toilet paper, rolled it into a ball, and held it between his right index and middle fingers. At this moment, with the support of 20% brain development, Qin Feng began to regulate his heart rate, hormone secretion, nerve ending frequency, sweat gland secretion, and other bodily functions. He then flicked the paper against a street lamp in the howling wind outside the window.

The next moment, Qin Feng saw the street lamp in front of him suddenly snap in half, crashing to the ground with a loud bang.

Qin Feng stared in shock at his two fingers. Was this Gai Nie's technique for generating power?

I just used a mere thirty points of my blood energy to smash a steel street lamp in half!

To cut down a lamppost as thick as a thigh, you'd need at least 300 points of health!

And thirty points can unleash three hundred points of blood energy damage, which means that one can amplify their power tenfold!

This is a qualitative leap compared to three times what I used to achieve. 😳🐺 69sħᵘⓍ.Ć𝓞м 💥💀

In other words, the single-arm strength of 800 kilograms, and the strongest single-arm strength, increased from three times the previous 2400KG to 8000KG!

Two arms, that's 16000KG, 16 tons of explosive power!

Sixteen tons of force is not just strength, but also acceleration. If you apply this explosive power to your running, your speed of 72 km/h can be increased to at least 300 km/h!

That's about 75 meters per second, a quarter of the speed of sound!

Is this speed really possible?

Qin Feng glanced at the snowy street outside the window, his eyes gleaming. He decided to give it a try!

Qin Feng changed into a black trench coat and pushed off with his feet, only to see a dark shadow soaring up from the snow-covered ground in the darkness!

The night in Longcheng is quiet, and everyone goes to bed early.

However, by 11 p.m., except for a few nightclubs, most other places had already closed.

At this time, those still on the streets are either street thugs or criminals.

On Central Avenue in Longcheng, the roar of motorcycles mingled with the cheers of young people.

"Hey sis, are you quick or not! Oh—hoo!"

"Boom!"

The roar of motorcycles echoed throughout the street as the street-racing gang sped through the streets, their colorful taillights flashing. A blond-haired youth with a rooster-like hairstyle waved his hands and roared incessantly.

The blond-haired leader shouted, "Increase the speed to 300! Tonight, Dragon City belongs to us!"

Thick black smoke billowed from the rear of the motorcycle as it roared into the sky, and the speedometer needle quickly stopped at 350!

Wearing a helmet, Huang Mao felt the biting wind cutting into his cycling clothes, and everything around him became pixelated.

At this moment, looking back, he saw that his group of men had already left Ying'er out of sight. The blond-haired man laughed wildly and said to the girl with her arm around his waist, "Hey sis, how's my technique?"

The young woman had a hot body and heavy makeup; her dark, ashen eyeshadow betrayed her excitement. "Too fast! Too fast! The Longcheng Bridge is ahead! Slow down!"

"What's with the slow pace!" the blond-haired guy said smugly. "There's a big event at the Dragon City underground boxing ring today, I'll take you for a ride!"

Just as the blond-haired man was feeling smug, a dark shadow suddenly rushed past him from the side.

Huang Mao was slightly taken aback, and the girl behind him was also stunned.

"What was that thing that just ran past? Running that fast, was it crazy?" the blond-haired man said.

My sister said, "I see one person on my helmet display."

The blond guy stopped his bike. "A person? Are you kidding me? A person can run that fast? I was going almost 400 mph! You're telling me someone can run faster than my motorcycle?"

The delinquent girl said, feeling wronged, "It really was a person! They were waving at us as they ran! Look!"

The blond guy took off his sister's holographic helmet and then played the image on the holographic windproof glass cover frame by frame, finally focusing on the dark figure.

Upon closer inspection, it really was a person—a young man in a black windbreaker. He was running wildly with his hands behind him in a strange, streamlined running posture, leaving a trail of overlapping black figures behind him!

The boy's portrait was incredibly clear; the pattern on his Nine Wolves sneakers was clearly visible. When he ran up to my side, he even turned his head and raised his left hand to give me a high-five, as if cheering me on.

The blond-haired man stared at the scene, then smashed his holographic helmet, jumping up and down in a furious roar, "How could this be! How could this be possible!"

"Damn it, a person can run faster than my motorcycle!"

"What's the point of me riding a motorcycle?! I can't even go any further!"

"This is fake! This must be fake!"

"If that were true, I'd kill myself right now!"

Soon a large number of street thugs followed, and the leaders of the thugs, all dressed in yellow hair, were jumping up and down in a frenzy, leaving everyone bewildered.

But after the young delinquent girl told them what happened, everyone thought it over and decided to send the leader to a mental hospital for a few days, and maybe he would get better after a while.

(End of this chapter)