Chapter 427 It's Too Devastating
Walter sat upright, ears attuned, fearfully avoiding missing a single word. The more he listened, the more astonished and exhilarated he became, deepening his admiration for James.
He realized that James was incredibly skilled, with a terrifying understanding and insight into martial arts that were on a completely different level from his own.
In front of James, Walter felt like an elementary school student, while James was a doctoral student. Every word brought him new knowledge and inspiration, making his understanding of martial arts even more profound.
After listening, he realized how shallow and narrow-minded he had been before. Even the two martial artists in his family seemed immature compared to James.
In stark contrast to his feelings, Jennifer found it very boring. Although she recognized every word, she was confused by the meaning when they were put together. It was like listening to a dull lecture in school, making her sleepy. Since she hadn't taken a nap and was already a bit tired, she simply went upstairs to rest.
After Jennifer left, James said to Walter, "Attack me with your all strength."
Walter was momentarily stunned, then nodded vigorously, assumed his stance, and with all his might delivered a powerful punch to James' chest, a blow potent enough to pierce a wall.
But James' expression didn't change, and he didn't even blink. He casually deflected Walter's fierce punch with his left hand.
Walter immediately felt like his punch had hit cotton, completely neutralized.
"Again," James said.
Walter took a deep breath, gathered his momentum to its peak, and launched a storm of attacks on James.
He knew James was much stronger than him and that he couldn't possibly hurt James, so he did it.
But to his surprise, James only used his left hand to counter him and didn't even move his feet. In other words, despite his full effort, he couldn't make James move an inch, which was a huge blow to him.
"Too slow and too chaotic," James remarked, finally delivering a slap to Walter's chest, sending him stumbling backward and crashing onto the sofa, which promptly collapsed.
Yet Walter didn't feel any pain, as if he had just been gently pushed.
Despite using so much force, he wasn't hurt at all. It was unbelievable!
"Your attack techniques are chaotic and are continuously harming your body. You can't do that," James said.
Walter was thoroughly impressed with James. He knew James was strong, but he didn't expect him to be this strong. He even felt that James hadn't used even a fifth of his strength.
He couldn't help but ask James, "Mr. Smith, how much of your strength did you use just now?"
James understood Walter's meaning and smiled, "Less than a tenth."
"What?" Walter's eyes widened in frustration. It was a huge blow to him.
"Alright, stop thinking about all that nonsense. Rest for a while, then continue attacking me." Walter interrupted.
After resting for twenty minutes, Walter regained his strength and attacked James again. This time, James didn't duck at all, letting Walter's punch land on his chest with a bang. Only the tiles beneath James' feet cracked, but James himself remained unscathed.
"Mr. Smith..." Walter said
"Continue." James nodded
Walter seriously suspected that James was deliberately trying to demoralize him. The gap was huge. His full-force punch didn't affect James at all.
But since James said so, he didn't hesitate and continued attacking, punching and kicking James.
Yet James remained unmoved, without a hint of pain, as if Walter was just tickling him! Until he was exhausted and sat on the ground, James was still fine.
"How do you feel?" James asked with a smile.
Walter wanted to roll his eyes. How could he feel? He was utterly demoralized and very uncomfortable.
"Mr. Smith, please stop demoralizing me. I'm losing my confidence," Walter said, feeling very aggrieved.
James said, "To break through as a martial artist, you must understand attack techniques. I have noticed you are still using brute force. No matter how strong you are, it won't hurt me because I've neutralized your force."
Walter said, "I was paying attention. Every punch had hidden strength!"
"You still don't understand," James said, then slapped the table beside him. With a bang, a miraculous scene occurred. The table was fine, but the table legs were cut off as if by a knife.
Walter was dumbfounded.
James didn't waste words and continued explaining to Walter. This time, he had Walter punch while he corrected him. The method was simple. When Walter made a mistake, he intervened, either by pinching his hand or controlling his movements like a puppet by manipulating his joints.
In short, Walter's understanding of martial arts deepened.
As time elapsed and evening descended, Walter abruptly froze, his mind erupting as though something had shattered within. He stood in a stupor for over ten seconds.
Then he threw a punch into the air, producing a sonic boom that startled the gardener nearby.
He then laughed excitedly, "I've broken through as a martial artist! I've broken through!"
He danced and jumped around like a crazy.
James yawned, feeling bored. Walter was too dumb. It took him so long to break through even with James' personal guidance. Anyone else would have broken through long ago.
Suddenly, Walter turned around and knelt in front of James with a thud, sincerely and gratefully saying, "Thank you, Mr. Smith! Thank you so much. If you ever need anything from me, just say the word, and I'll do it!"
James' impression of Walter improved a bit. It seemed that although Walter was arrogant, he was fundamentally good and knew how to repay kindness.
"Get up. I was just keeping my promise," James said indifferently, waving his hand. He didn't take Walter's gratitude to heart.
Walter felt demoralized again.
But Walter didn't give up. He secretly vowed that he wouldn't forget this kindness, even though James didn't care!
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