I Spy With My Secret Eyes

Chapter 194

Chapter 194

Oliver pondered for a moment, then picked up the fist guidebook and handed it to Wayne. “Both of you take a look at this fist guidebook. Personally, I found insights from reading it, and as soon as I practiced, I could feel its power. The things written in it are truly remarkable!”

Wayne took it and started flipping through its pages.

Oliver quickly advised, “Not like that. You should read it from back to front, following the ancient way.”

Wayne flipped the pages from the back, one by one, but his brows furrowed.

Oliver was still thinking about how to explain the experience of reading the fist guidebook to Wayne and Simon.

However, when he looked up at Wayne, he found that the latter’s brows were deeply furrowed.

Wayne read for a while and said to Oliver, “Mr. Eastwood, I can’t

understand this book. There are so many traditional characters I don’t recognize. Whenever I try to read, I just fall asleep. Honestly, I can’t handle this!”

Then, he gestured to Simon and said, “Simon, you do it. My comprehension is terrible.”

Simon kept shaking his head and waving his hands. “Forget it, forget it. I focus on practical work, not reading.”

Oliver’s head was starting to ache. These two, despite being skilled, turned into novices when it came to reading.

“Well…” Oliver thought for a moment and said, “Let me explain it to you. The fundamental technique of Style Fist is Standing Meditation. Let me demonstrate.”

As Oliver spoke, he did Standing Meditation, meticulously detailing the insights and experiences.

of reading, they instantly

they stood one in front of the other. Masters were masters-mastering one technique meant

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in various instinctive skills necessary for field operations and special

in close combat, they lacked internal energy cultivation. Surprisingly, after practicing this stance, it felt as if they had

pinnacle of human endurance. Essentially, they had laid the foundation needed for combat

felt a peculiar sensation they had never experienced before. A strange, low humming resonated from inside their bodies.

sound known in combat arts as the priceless ringing sound.

Most people who practiced combat arts their entire lives struggled to

mastery.

was incredibly rare for even

three were practicing Style Fist for the first time, especially Oliver, whose cultivation stage surpassed Wayne, Simon, and even that of

for nearly an hour. As they -performed the

the air.

process himself, Oliver understood the rarity of this state. He didn’t disturb their concentration and silently

Simon followed suit. They exchanged glances, extended their fists,

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couldn’t help but be both surprised and delighted. They had broken through the heights and barriers they struggled with before

their previous skill level was an 80, now they had surged ahead,

could continue to

had hit a wall they couldn’t overcome, no matter how

blankly for a moment, then fixed his gaze on Oliver. “Mr. Eastwood, although I haven’t practiced traditional combat arts, I’ve heard of the saying

after

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