77: Chapter 77 consumes 100,000 points to complete the incomplete move "Crushing Fist"!

The Blood-Stained Scrap in the Fist Manual Interlayer

The bluestone floor of the training hall still bore the burn marks of Qi Energy from the red lunar eclipse. Chen Wu's fingertips brushed over the scrap page in the interlayer of the tomb guardians manuscript. On the yellowed rice paper, the final three variations of the Crushing Fist were reduced to a blurred bloodstain—that was a record of the Move his grandfather had stained with his own blood during the Siping Campaign in 1947. Grandpa Wang knocked his dry tobacco pipe against the corner of the table, producing a heavy sound. The old man rummaged through a camphor wood box and pulled out a wooden box wrapped in red cloth. The moment it was opened, a gust of Qi Energy carrying the smell of gunpowder rushed toward them: "This is the punching target your grandfather used back then; his Qi Energy imprint from the Crushing Fist still remains on it."

The leather punching target in the wooden box was covered in punch holes, with dark red crystals congealed at the edge of the deepest hole. When Chen Wu placed his palm over it, the crystals suddenly turned into blood threads and seeped into his skin. A series of fragmented images flashed through his mind: smoke-filled streets, his grandfather's fist smashing into an enemy's steel helmet with green-gold Qi Energy, and finally, just as the fist reached the chest, the Move suddenly changed, the trajectory of the Qi Energy like a steel cable being snapped. "The Qi Energy of the third variation stagnates at the Danzhong Acupoint," Grandpa Wang's pipe bowl pointed at the center of the punching target. "Back then, to save a child, he forcibly held back half a punch, and ever since then, this Move has had a flaw."

Lin Mo's tactical tablet suddenly popped up a balance reminder. In the Global Martial Arts System account, a line of small text appeared next to the 30 million points: "A single martial arts deduction consumes 100,000 points and can complete a Move with less than 40% incompleteness." The young man's fingertips slid across the scanned image of the Crushing Fist scrap page, and the screen suddenly flashed a red warning: "Qi Energy disorder detected in the bloodstain; failure rate for completion is 63%. Suggest collecting more homologous Qi Energy samples." In the small window at the bottom right of the tablet, A-Mings younger sister was holding a homemade sandbag, clumsily imitating the starting posture of the Crushing Fist, the peace lock wooden plaque shining on her wrist.

The Special Incident Response Department helicopter whipped up a whirlwind at the mouth of the alley. The Chief of the Execution Division rushed into the training hall clutching a lead-sealed file bag, the "Top Secret" stamp on the bag still smelling of fresh ink: "The Technical Department found the 1951 'Martial Arts Evaluation Report' in the archives." She pulled out a yellowed score sheet; next to his grandfather's Crushing Fist evaluation was a note: "The Qi Energy of the third variation is too rigid and easily broken; it needs to be neutralized with soft energy, but the entry point for soft energy is hard to find." The Section Chief suddenly pulled up a 3D model; every punch hole on the target corresponded to a different Qi Energy frequency. "The frequency of the deepest hole is completely consistent with the Qi Energy of your peace lock."

In the Flower Girl's basket, the inheritance grass suddenly sprouted new leaves. A pale golden fist path appeared on the tender green leaves, forming a strange echo with the bloodstain on the scrap page. When the little girl crushed the morning dew-covered ming jin orchid and dripped the juice onto the scrap page, the blurred bloodstain suddenly revealed three shallow Qi Energy trajectories: "Elder Zhou said this is 'Blood-Activating Dew'." Her fingertips slid along the trajectories, and a half-Move of the Crushing Fist immediately appeared in the virtual projection. "It can awaken the memory Qi Energy in the bloodstain, but one thing is still missing—human blood with actual combat experience."

Officer Zhang's body camera was aimed at his own palm. The old policeman bit his index finger and dripped a bead of blood into the hole of the punching target; the dark red crystals suddenly jumped violently. "In 1987, I used the Crushing Fist to subdue an armed robber." His knuckles turned white from the effort, and the body camera screen was playing the surveillance footage from back then. "Although it was just the basics, the Qi Energy path is homologous to your grandfather's." In the footage, the Crushing Fist thrown by the young Officer Zhang suddenly changed at the moment of contact with the criminal, showing a startling similarity to the third variation on the scrap page.

Chen Wu's peace lock suddenly resonated with the punching target. When he sent the confirmation command for 100,000 points to the System, green-gold Qi Energy poured into the scrap page along his fingertips, and the three trajectories in the bloodstain suddenly lit up with red light. In the virtual space of "Martial Arts Deduction," countless fist shadows began to collide and undergo Fusion, with his grandfather's combat footage, Officer Zhang's variations, and A-Mings younger sister's imitation trajectories weaving into a net. The System interface popped up a glaring prompt: "Three types of conflicting Qi Energy detected. Completion requires enduring seven layers of Qi and blood turbulence. Do you wish to continue?"

The Deduction Storm of Burning Points

When Chen Wu's fingertips pressed the "Continue" button, the floor of the training hall suddenly exploded with green-gold Qi waves. 100,000 points transformed into a golden torrent, constructing the Siping streets of 1947 in the virtual space—amidst the broken walls and ruins, his grandfather's phantom was fighting seven enemies. Every time the third variation of the Crushing Fist was thrown, the Qi Energy would form a vortex in his chest, perfectly matching the stagnant trajectory on the scrap page.

"It's 'battlefield stress response'!" Lin Mo's exclamation carried a tremor. The Qi Energy spectrum on the tablet showed that his grandfather's adrenaline concentration back then exceeded the normal value by 300%, causing a slight deviation in the operation of his Qi Energy. When the virtual timeline reached 1951, the note in the evaluation report suddenly turned into a strand of soft energy, attempting to merge with the rigid energy of the Crushing Fist—the moment the two forces collided, the virtual space exploded with dazzling sparks, and Chen Wu felt a dull pain in his chest, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Grandpa Wang's dry tobacco pipe suddenly knocked toward Chen Wu's Baihui Acupoint. The old man's Qi Energy was injected along the pipe stem, forming a buffer zone in his body: "Use the fifth variation of the Tomb-Guarding Beast Breathing Technique!" The pipe bowl pointed at his grandfather's Danzhong Acupoint in the virtual space. "Your grandfather lacked this breath back then—guide the rigid energy into the Dantian, let the soft energy enter from the Mingmen, and have them meet at the Dai Meridian!"

The progress bar of the "Martial Arts Deduction" stuck at 79% and would not Move. In the virtual space, three different variations of the Crushing Fist were clashing wildly: his grandfather's battlefield killing Move was incomparably fierce, Officer Zhang's police variation focused on control, while A-Mings younger sister's childish imitation carried a strange vitality. When Chen Wu tried to reconcile these three types of Qi Energy, the golden torrent generated by burning 100,000 points suddenly became violent, and seven blood-red warnings appeared on the broken walls of the virtual streets: "Qi and blood turbulence countdown, 7, 6, 5..."

The Flower Girl's inheritance grass suddenly all collapsed. The tender green leaves pointed toward Chen Wu's Dantian, and the petals of the ming jin orchid formed a translucent Qi Energy cocoon in the virtual space. "Elder Zhou's 'Harmony Powder'!" The little girl scattered a packet of pale golden powder into the air, and the green-gold Qi waves suddenly became docile; the three conflicting types of Qi Energy began to intertwine like streams. "Use your blood as the catalyst to condense the three types of Qi Energy into a bead!"

In the tactical center of the Special Incident Response Department, the Director was holding his breath, staring at the real-time transmission screen. The Technical Department connected all the spare computing power of the Global Martial Arts System into the deduction. His grandfather's combat footage was broken down into 217 keyframes, with each frame marked with the best timing for Qi Energy fine-tuning. "Found the entry point for the soft energy!" The Section Chief's voice was filled with excitement. A golden light suddenly descended in the virtual space, illuminating a small dot in the center of his grandfather's Qi Energy vortex. "It's at the midpoint of the connecting line between the seventh rib and the Danzhong Acupoint!"

Officer Zhang's body camera captured the shocking scene. When Chen Wu's Qi Energy pierced into that small dot, the seven blood-red warnings in the virtual space extinguished simultaneously. His grandfather's rigid energy, Officer Zhang's control energy, and A-Mings younger sister's vitality energy condensed into a three-colored Qi Energy bead in his chest. The trajectory of the third variation of the Crushing Fist suddenly became complete—the rigid energy was like an arrow breaking through the wind, suddenly turning into soft energy to entwine before contact with the target, and finally ending with the vitality energy, retaining lethality without harming vital points.

"One last layer is missing!" Grandpa Wang's roar shattered the streets of the virtual space. The old man suddenly ripped open his clothes, revealing the scar on his chest, where the Qi Energy fluctuation was of the same origin as his grandfather's. "I was there in 1947; your grandfather held back the punch because..." Before he could finish his sentence, a child's phantom suddenly rushed into the virtual space—it was the child his grandfather had saved back then—when the Qi Energy of the Crushing Fist was about to hurt the child, his grandfather forcibly changed the trajectory, which was why this Move had been left with a flaw.

Chen Wu's peace lock suddenly erupted with sunlight-like radiance. The final energy generated by burning 100,000 points overlapped the child's phantom with the projection of A-Mings younger sister in the virtual space—as the Qi Energy of the third variation of the Crushing Fist was about to touch the phantom, the cyan-gold energy stream suddenly split into a tributary, like a gentle palm protecting the "child," while the main force continued forward, exploding on the enemy without damaging internal organs. The progress bar for "Martial Arts Deduction" instantly shot to 100%, and on the torn page in the virtual space, the complete third variation of the Crushing Fist finally emerged.

The Qi and Blood Dragon Roar of the Completion Moment. When the complete third variation of the Crushing Fist froze in the virtual space, the bluestone slab of the training hall suddenly cracked with fine patterns. Chen Wu's Qi Energy spread along the patterns, forming a huge fist print on the ground—the center was cyan-gold Brute Force, the outer edge was wrapped in white soft energy, and the very edge was tinged with a faint pink, the color of Vitality Energy. In the global live broadcast, 5 billion viewers simultaneously watched this fist print flow in the sunlight, like a beating three-colored heart.

"Try the actual combat effect!" Officer Zhang suddenly threw the law enforcement recorder into the air. Chen Wu subconsciously unleashed the third variation of the Crushing Fist. The cyan-gold Qi Energy suddenly turned into soft energy the moment it touched the recorder, gently supporting the device, and finally brushed over it with Vitality Energy—the recorder, which had previously been lagging due to high heat, suddenly returned to smoothness, and the image on the screen was clearer than before. The old policeman tapped his knuckles against the fist target; in the deepest hole, the dark red crystals were slowly melting, revealing the intact wood underneath.

Lin Mo's tablet suddenly popped up a System notification. "Martial Arts Deduction" had automatically generated modern application plans for the Crushing Fist: the security version focused on control, the medical version could dredge blocked Qi Energy, and there was even a fitness version suitable for the elderly. When the boy imported A-Mings younger sister's imitation video into the System, the completed third variation suddenly simplified automatically, forming a set of children's Crushing Fist with three movements—each movement avoided the child's fragile joints. "The points were not spent in vain!" His fingertips danced on the screen, "The System even included 100 combination variations as a bonus!"

An armored vehicle of the Special Incident Response Department sounded its siren at the alley entrance. The Chief of the Execution Division rushed into the training hall holding a special alloy plate. When Chen Wu's third variation of the Crushing Fist hit the alloy plate, the cyan-gold Qi Energy suddenly traveled along the plate surface, condensing into a complete palm print on the back—neither shattering the alloy nor leaving a clear mark. "The riot police are going to go crazy!" On the Section Chief's tablet, the procurement order for riot shields was being modified, "This Move can suppress rioters without causing serious injury!"

In the Flower Girl's basket, all the ming jin orchids suddenly bloomed. The fragrance mixed with Chen Wu's Qi Energy, forming a golden stream of Qi in the training hall's air. When Elder Zhou's holographic image appeared in the airflow, the old man's fingers drew an arc on the virtual screen: "Use this fist to dredge the Qi Energy for the mutants; the effect is ten times better than acupuncture!" In the image, Elder Zhou was demonstrating to a patient; the soft energy of the Crushing Fist turned into countless threads of Qi Energy upon touching the skin, precisely piercing the blocked Acupoints.

Grandpa Wang's dry pipe knocked a crisp sound against the fist target. The old man stared at the melting crystals in the hole, where a line of tiny engraved characters was revealed: "Hardness cannot last, softness cannot guard, endless life and growth, this is the Crushing Fist." As Chen Wu's Qi Energy was injected into the engraving, his grandfather's phantom suddenly turned around in the virtual space, revealing a gratified smile at him. In the embers after the 100,000 points burned, half a Bronze Token emerged—which could form a complete "Wu" character with the previous Tomb-Guarding Beast token.

The Long River of Legacy where Fist Energy Flows. As Chen Wu's fingertips brushed over the completed "Crushing Fist" atlas, the traces of the 100,000 points burning on the bluestone slab of the training hall were slowly fading, leaving only three interwoven patterns of Qi Energy. On Lin Mo's tablet, the Global Martial Arts System point balance showed 29.9 million, but the newly added "Crushing Fist Mastery" medal radiated a light brighter than the points. The boy suddenly pulled up the latest developments of the Mutant Mutual Aid Association; countless people were uploading videos of themselves practicing the new Crushing Fist, among which a child from an African refugee camp, although the movements were immature, had perfectly mastered the closing posture of Vitality Energy.

In the tactical center of the Special Incident Response Department, the Minister was signing a new training syllabus. The third variation of the Crushing Fist completed by "Martial Arts Deduction" was listed as a compulsory course for all police officers, with Chen Wu's actual combat demonstration video attached—when the footage played to the moment the Qi Energy bypassed the child, the number of likes at the bottom of the screen was increasing at a speed of thousands per second. "Interpol just sent a request," the Section Chief's voice carried a smile, "they want to include this Move in the combat textbooks for global peacekeeping forces."

The Flower Girl's inheritance grass grew more and more lush. The trajectory of the Crushing Fist on the leaves changed every day, absorbing the Qi Energy flowing in the training hall. When the little girl ground the leaves into an ointment and applied it to A-Mings younger sister, the little girl in the hospital monitor surveillance suddenly unleashed the complete first variation of the Crushing Fist, and the gene sequence curve on the monitor became like a calm stream. "Elder Zhou said this is 'Fist Energy Ointment'," her tablet was live-streaming the ointment-making process, "It allows mutants to absorb the Vitality Energy of the Crushing Fist through the skin."

Officer Zhang's law enforcement recorder was filming the police academy's training ground. New recruits lined up in neat queues, and the third variation of the Crushing Fist they unleashed not only retained the crispness of police grappling but also incorporated the grandfather's Brute Force and Chen Wu's harmonizing energy. When the old policeman pointed out the Qi Energy deviation of one of the trainees, the law enforcement device suddenly automatically pulled up the correction plan of "Martial Arts Deduction"—it was exactly the variation trajectory from his own actual combat footage back then. "These 100,000 points," his voice carried emotion, "are more precious than any bonus."

There was another treasure in Grandpa Wang's camphor wood box. The completed "Crushing Fist" atlas was framed, and next to it were his grandfather's fist target, Officer Zhang's blood sample, and A-Mings younger sister's sandbag. When the sunset shone through the window lattice, these objects formed a complete Qi Energy cycle at the bottom of the box, and the cyan-gold energy stream spread along the box seams, drawing a new fist path on the bluestone slab of the training hall—it belonged neither to the past nor to the present, but to the future.

Chen Wu's gaze fell on the global Qi Energy map. The cyan-gold light points representing "Crushing Fist" had already covered the seven continents; from bodyguards on Wall Street to teenagers in the slums of Rio de Janeiro, countless people were feeling the power of combining hardness and softness in this fist energy. What warmed his heart the most was a message pushed by the System: A-Mings younger sister's gene rejection reaction had completely disappeared, the little girl unleashed the complete three variations of the Crushing Fist in the video, and the light of the peace lock wooden plaque was brighter than ever before.

When the last star appeared in the night sky, the "tomb guardians manuscript" automatically flipped to the completed "Crushing Fist" page. The embers of the 100,000 points burning formed a line of small characters on the paper: "Points eventually run out, but fist energy flows ceaselessly." Chen Wu suddenly understood the true meaning of consuming these 100,000 points—it was not just about completing a set of incomplete fist techniques, but allowing people of different eras and identities to find resonance in the same fist energy.

When the System's final prompt popped up, the door of the training hall was gently pushed open. A-Mings younger sister, wearing a hospital gown, walked in while holding Officer Zhang's arm. Her small fist was clenched tightly, gesturing at the fist print on the bluestone slab. Chen Wu suddenly reached out and held the little girl's fist, and the cyan-gold Qi Energy flowed along their arms, converging into a rushing long river in the virtual space with his grandfather's phantom, Officer Zhang's recording, and the fist shadows of global practitioners.

This was perhaps the most precious value of the 100,000 points—letting an incomplete fist technique live on as an ever-flowing Legacy through the passing of countless hands.