Watching Lin Feng's departing figure, Sun Li's eyes held unconcealed shock.
To cultivate Ming Jin techniques to their peak in four days... Even the legendary masters of history weren't this monstrous.
He had spent his entire life honing his skills, and he was still only at the Ming Jin level. Lin Feng's peak was clearly far beyond that, but Sun Li couldn't teach him any more.
Lin Feng's learning journey with him had come to an end.
This was a huge sense of frustration for Sun Li.
The only consolation was that Lin Feng had readily transferred the remaining money. Earning ten thousand dollars in four days was, regardless, a small fortune.
Initially, he'd thought Lin Feng was just an ordinary rich kid, and he only planned to teach him some basic skills. Who knew Lin Feng's progress would be so rapid, and his desire to learn so strong? Slowly, Sun Li himself got into the rhythm, and with a fondness for talent, he taught Lin Feng everything he knew. But even so, he had nothing left to teach after only four days.
Because Ming Jin was described as mystical, it was actually just a technique for applying force. For Lin Feng, whose physical attributes had already reached the peak of humanity and whose combat天赋 had been enhanced to an epic level, he had skipped the stage of toughening his body and constantly increasing his physical strength. He only needed to learn some basic skills and advanced force application techniques, which was not difficult at all.
In the beginning, Sun Li could barely serve as Lin Feng's sparring partner. At that stage, Lin Feng possessed immense strength but lacked sufficient technique. Sun Li could still manage a few exchanges, relying on his Baguazhang cultivation.
After a few days, Lin Feng had completely mastered it and surpassed Sun Li. Sun Li no longer dared to spar with him.
Lin Feng's punches were so powerful, and his technique was so strong, that he could kill Sun Li instantly.
Unlike Sun Li, Lin Feng didn't have such deep feelings. For him, it was just a matter of course. With the development of the Super Soldier Serum, anything related to combat was easy to pick up.
Learn it once, master it quickly! That was Lin Feng's current state! However, he wasn't complacent. He knew that this force application technique wouldn't be of much use against those far stronger than him, unless he also had the protagonist halo of Captain America. Otherwise, he would just be a super soldier in the future.
Sun Li had nothing more to teach him, but he did point him in a clear direction. In Chinatowns across the United States, there were still some高手. After reaching the level of Ming Jin, he needed to find a way to break through to An Jin, then Hua Jin, and finally reach the legendary Dan Jin.
Although the power system of Guoshu couldn't compare to the world-destroying systems in the Marvel universe, this was the only method he could currently grasp to enhance his strength, and he had to go all out.
With Baguazhang as his foundation, Lin Feng embarked on his learning journey. Besides Baguazhang, Lin Feng also studied Taijiquan, Bagua Zhang, and a series of other Guoshu.
With his financial resources paving the way, everything went smoothly. In this day and age, fewer and fewer people were willing to learn Guoshu, especially in a foreign land. Moreover, Lin Feng was offering a lot of money. Most of the instructors were willing to teach. Even if they were initially reluctant to teach too much, they gradually developed an appreciation for his talent, and many ended up teaching him everything they knew.
Over the course of a whole month, Lin Feng visited every Guoshu gym in New York City and learned from them all. He finally completed the transformation from Ming Jin (Visible Force) to An Jin (Hidden Force), truly becoming an An Jin master.
His name even began to spread within the American Guoshu circles. Many people had heard that a monstrous genius had appeared in New York, combining the strengths of many schools to create his own style.
In this circle, one could open their own martial arts gym once they reached the Ming Jin level, and those who reached the An Jin level were among the best, with only a few in the entire city.
After all, Hua Jin (Transforming Force) masters were rare, even more so overseas.
Now, Lin Feng could be said to be capable of dominating New York with his fists, without any issues. A punch from someone at the Ming Jin level would be enough to kill them, while those at the An Jin level would be severely injured. Perhaps only those at the Hua Jin level could spar with him. This was the huge boost brought about by his own powerful physique.
Lin Feng, dressed in casual attire, wearing a hoodie, walked down the street, looking like a student still in school. As he walked, he pondered where he should go next to learn and quickly reach the Hua Jin level. By then, his combat power would take another step forward.
During this month, he kept a diary while practicing martial arts. Time flew by. The energy bar in his mind filled up again, and he drew a prize again. This time, he didn't get anything particularly good, only a fund of twenty million dollars.
Although this was an unimaginable fortune for ordinary people, enough to achieve financial freedom, it was insignificant to Lin Feng now.
However, increasing wealth was always a good thing, and Lin Feng wasn't discouraged.
With this much money, Lin Feng's path using money became smoother, even able to open the door to an An Jin master.
Suddenly, he stopped in front of a floor-to-ceiling window on the side of the road. There was a television inside, broadcasting a special interview. The interviewee was none other than Obadiah, another big shot from Stark Industries.
In the interview, Obadiah was smiling and sharing anecdotes about Tony Stark's childhood, acting like a good uncle, constantly emphasizing how harmonious his relationship with Tony Stark was.
But besides Lin Feng, probably no one knew that he secretly wanted to kill Tony Stark.
"You never know what lies beneath the surface!" Lin Feng sighed, and suddenly a commotion came from behind him.
"Hey, yellow-skinned monkey, hand over your money, hand over your bag!"
Lin Feng turned his head and saw several tall, black thugs approaching him with fruit knives. They were clearly sizing him up, thinking he looked like he had something worth taking.
"Broad daylight, under the clear sky…" Lin Feng was a bit speechless.
Well, this was America. It made sense! Especially for a person of his ethnicity. Here, they were at the bottom of the social ladder, even black guys could bully them.
"Don't understand English?" The leading black man assumed Lin Feng was a foreigner and didn't understand English, so he repeated himself.
But before he could react, Lin Feng was already right in front of him in a flash, throwing a punch.
"Argh!"
With a scream, the leading black man was sent flying several meters, several of his ribs broken.
The other black men, seeing this, immediately became enraged and charged forward.
However, they too were taken down with a single punch each.
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