He was imprisoned in Nibelungen for a thousand years, only to find out upon his release that he was

"...And I promise, I can practice with you alone every night!"

—Ishtar: You'd better really just be a sparring partner!

However, Lu Ming's brows suddenly relaxed.

“No need, Ellie, I have a solution! I can separate a dedicated ‘martial arts’ personality from the main consciousness and have him take charge of the ‘inch punch’ mode.”

When in doubt, consider the problem from multiple angles!

I, Lu Ming, have gotten to where I am today entirely on my own!

"This personality doesn't need to worry about anything else; it only needs to do one thing—control the movement of all the muscles in the body through specific neural connection patterns."

"It will strictly follow the formula for human stress structure that I derived, sending precise nerve signals to command each muscle to output the correct force at the correct time and angle."

"Like... a fully automated program!"

“Ordinary martial artists rely on muscle memory, while I am driven by an algorithmic pattern of personality in my brain. Essentially, it’s about getting the body to automatically execute a complex sequence of movements, only the implementation paths are different.”

Moreover, there is another advantage.

Because it follows the formula exactly, there's no need to be limited to fists and feet; it can be performed on other parts of the body as well.

Since it's all the same formula and the same system, we can just modify and fine-tune the vectors.

"The fist can deliver short-range power, the elbow can deliver short-range power, the knee can deliver short-range power, and even the shoulder, back, and heel—any part of the body can unleash super-high-level power through the short-range power mode."

My inch-force is powerful in every inch!

After saying that, Lu Ming nodded silently in his heart.

Indeed, my adherence to rigorous scientific thinking, from the initial version of the Nibelungen Project to the present, has proven to be the right path.

Alchemy has great potential!

Outdated theories of bloodline and innate talent are nothing but paper tigers in the face of advanced scientific thinking!

"..."

Ellie, standing beside him, was stunned and remained silent.

I always felt that she was not very involved.

I remember that I was originally a Bajiquan instructor.

—Ishtar: I understand you, sister.

......

The theory is sound; now it's time for practice.

Lu Ming is always full of energy and acts immediately. He sat down cross-legged in an instant, closed his eyes, and entered a meditative state.

Segmenting personality, constructing neural connection patterns, adjusting muscle control parameters...

However, not long after, Lu Ming let out a muffled groan.

The first attempt failed. The stress transmission chain snapped directly in the waist and hip area, and the enormous force backfired, causing him excruciating pain.

It will be fine in a little while, but it really hurts!

"...The timing for engaging the oblique abdominal muscles needs to be brought forward further..."

He gritted his teeth and muttered under his breath, "Adjust the parameters, try again."

How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?

Martial arts training is inherently about enduring hardship. People train in the sweltering heat of summer and the freezing cold of winter, enduring wind and rain, accumulating hidden injuries, and shedding countless drops of blood and sweat, persevering for decades.

He wasn't a martial arts prodigy to begin with, so he could only rely on a more rudimentary method: to work hard on his own.

What does it matter if we swallow a thousand times more pain?

The second attempt failed.

The third time, the fourth time, ...

Rhabdomyolysis. Fascial dislocation. Nerve burns. A series of mishaps and repercussions struck. After repeated attempts and arduous adjustments...

Two hours later.

Lu Ming suddenly opened his eyes.

It became.

The persona of a "master in the martial arts field" has been fully created!

"call--"

He exhaled a long breath, stood up, and stretched his arms and legs.

Although my body is still a little sore from the previous backlash.

But... things are different now.

The "martial arts" personality is like having a sophisticated operating system installed on the body; with just a thought, all the muscles in the body will automatically coordinate and exert force according to the optimal plan.

That sense of control is indescribable.

"Let's go out and try."

Lu Ming couldn't wait to push open the door and strode out.

Ai Lei quickly followed.

Outside the base, there was a vast, empty suburb.

In the distance, Lu Ming found a small hill with an altitude of over 100 meters. The hill was not large, but it could be considered a decent target.

He stopped and took a deep breath.

He slowly raised his right hand and clenched his fist. There was no additional blessing or profound runes attached.

It's just... a very ordinary starting stance.

"A serious punch!"

Om-!

With a loud bang, Lu Ming's fist slammed forward!

Pushing off the ground, rotating the hips, twisting the spine, sinking the shoulders, flicking the wrists... the whole set of movements is perfectly coordinated in an instant, and the stress transmission chain is connected all the way!

Visible ripples spread violently forward from his fist. Pure, unrestrained power condensed into a single point and unleashed with tremendous force, striking the mountainside at its foot!

Boom!

The deafening roar nearly shattered eardrums. Starting from its base, most of the small mountain, over a hundred meters high, was blasted to pieces!

Pebbles filled the sky, and dust obscured the sun.

Lu Ming retracted his fist and stood up, assessing his explosive power and comparing it with the power of his previous punches.

He could have done that level before, but it would undoubtedly have required various "buffs".

But now it's completely different.

His "inch punch" technique alone is capable of achieving this. Adding various other "buffs" would make it far more powerful.

He understood, he understood completely, this must be the noble "independent riding area"!

A martial artist, not bad at all!

Volume 1: Chapter 71 The Return of the Dead Begins! (5k)

Outside, in Xueyuan City.

The main street in the south was bustling with people and vehicles.

Two figures dressed in black church robes were walking slowly along the sidewalk.

Leading the way was a petite blonde girl, nimble and agile like a lively kitten. Her name was Sugata Naoki, and she was a trainee agent of the Holy Church.

Following behind her was a woman with short blue hair, who was noticeably more dignified and steady-walking than the former. She was none other than Hiel, a member of the Burial Agency.

The two were sent by the Holy Church to investigate the unusual situation in Snowfield City.

It is said that a man named Jesta exposed Odin's conspiracy with the Dead Apostles and planned to seize the Holy Grail and challenge the Twenty-Seven Ancestors.

This kind of news sounds outrageous.

"Huh! -- Why would Odin, the chief god, suddenly show up and get involved in this kind of thing, meow?"

Xu Fang shook his head, muttering to himself, always ending each sentence with a "meow," "Senior, what do you think? A god has infiltrated a group of dead disciples. It just doesn't seem right, meow."

Odin, how did you become the leader of the Dead Apostles?

Will the "Pope" throne of our Holy Church one day be replaced by the "Serpent of Akasha"?

That would make the world far too chaotic!

Hiel walked beside them and nodded slightly. "It is indeed unusual. That's why the church sent us to investigate. Let's make contact with the local authorities first."

In theory, the Holy Church is the overseer of the Holy Grail War in this city, and given its high status in the country, it must possess a wealth of intelligence. They should have known about the situation beforehand.

But America said, "I'm not telling you!"

Our America nation is the strongest in the world, and we can organize and control the Holy Grail War ourselves without needing an overseer to maintain it!

The final result, as you can see, is as follows.

Fadius was working himself to the bone, constantly on the go, and was incredibly busy.

The supervisor, Hansa, was idle all day long, with nothing to do.

The two walked along the street for a while, and Hierle glanced around and spotted an outdoor booth by the roadside.

"Sit here for a while," she said, gesturing over there. "Father Hansa should be here soon."

"Okay, meow!" Xu Fangzhi readily agreed and hopped over.

The two sat down, ordered two drinks, and began to wait.

Time passed by, second by second.

Father Hansa didn't see a single person.

Xu Fangzhi was getting hungry while waiting.

"So hungry, meow..." She clutched her stomach and slumped weakly onto the table.

Seeing this, Hier smiled helplessly and took out a food box from his bag.

"Let's eat something first."

The food box was opened, revealing a fragrant curry dish inside.

A rich aroma instantly filled the air.

Xu Fangzhi's eyes lit up, but upon closer inspection, he wrinkled his nose.

"Curry again, meow..." She pouted. "As expected of my senior, a dish without tabbasco sauce is soulless, meow."

She's straight-laced, a super hot girl, and can't live without spicy food!

“We’re lucky to have anything to eat at all.” Hier picked up his spoon. “Let’s have something to eat first, and then we’ll have our proper meal when Father Hansa arrives.”

"Okay, meow..." Xu Fangzhi reluctantly picked up the spoon.

However, after waiting and waiting, the main meal never arrived, and Father Hansa still hadn't come.

They wondered if they were staging some boring play, like "Waiting for Godot".

Just then, four figures appeared.

These women, dressed in armed nun's habit, walked towards this side.

The one with navy blue hair, Messia Cuo.

Shanti Mukherjee has light green hair.

Viola Wallström, with her pinkish-purple hair and highlights.

Katia Campanellis, with light brown hair.

The four walked side by side, exuding an imposing aura; they were none other than Father Hanse's "quartet."

“Miss Hier, Miss Sugata Naoki.” Mesia, who was in the lead, nodded slightly. “I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.”