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.

they instantly entered a state when

one in front of the other. Masters were masters-mastering one technique meant mastering a myriad. Although they

14:02

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

Simon excelled in close combat, they

bodies to the pinnacle of human endurance. Essentially, they had laid the

this stance, they felt a peculiar sensation they had never

sound known in combat

sign of the initial development of internal energy. Most people who practiced combat arts their entire

mastery.

was incredibly rare for even one person to

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

an hour. As they -performed the movements, the

shattering the

the rarity of this state. He didn’t disturb their concentration and silently observed.

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

14:02

that moment, they couldn’t help but be both surprised and delighted. They had broken through the heights

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

continue to rise as time

bodies to the peak of human endurance, and it seemed there was no more room for improvement. They had hit a wall they couldn’t overcome, no matter how much they practiced. But today, practicing

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 that without cultivating inner strength, combat arts practice is in vain. Is the skill you taught us related to

organs after practicing this skill. It