I Spy With My Secret Eyes

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.

fond of reading, they instantly entered

were masters-mastering one technique meant mastering a myriad. Although they hadn’t practiced traditional

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also trained in various instinctive skills necessary for field operations and special forces. After practicing this stance for a few minutes, they reached an amazing

and external training. Although Wayne and Simon excelled in close combat, they lacked internal energy cultivation. Surprisingly, after practicing this stance,

talented; it was their years of army training that had pushed their bodies to the pinnacle of human endurance. Essentially, they had laid the foundation

Simon practiced this stance, they felt a peculiar sensation they had never experienced before. A strange, low

in combat arts as the priceless ringing sound.

their entire

mastery.

be astounded. It was incredibly rare for even one person

Oliver, whose

and Simon stood in this stance for nearly an hour. As they -performed the movements, the force of their punches

the

process himself, Oliver understood the rarity of this state. He

suit. They exchanged glances, extended their fists, and with a sharp sound, they each took a

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delighted. They had broken

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

could continue to rise

no more room for improvement. They had hit a wall they couldn’t overcome, no matter how much they practiced. But today, practicing

his gaze on Oliver. “Mr. Eastwood, although I haven’t practiced traditional combat arts, I’ve heard of the saying that without cultivating inner strength, combat arts practice is

strength in his internal organs after practicing this skill. It felt like a flow of