I Changed My Profession To Boxing At The Beginning, And Used My Two Fists To Crush My Fate.

Ye An's home.

Ji Qing's mood has stabilized.

A few seconds later.

A package fell from the sky and landed at the door of Ye An's house.

Ye An walked out and saw that Zhang Sanfeng was still waiting at the door. He picked up the package and handed it to Ye An, saying, "Contact me when you're done."

"Okay." Ye An nodded lightly.

He returned to the living room with the package.

Open it and take a look.

Three copies of unlimited evolution fluid!

The colorful light flashed, exuding a dazzling color, and Ye An couldn't help but speed up his heartbeat.

Although he guessed that this package was sent by the Generalissimo.

But when this legendary thing really appeared in front of him.

Ye An still couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart.

Infinite evolution fluid!

Suddenly, Ji Qing looked up and stared at Ye An's profile with her big bright eyes.

"Like it?"

"Ji Qing..."

"Shh." Ji Qing raised her index finger to her lips, her cheeks bulging and cute.

"Don't take no for an answer."

"You say everything has a price, and to get something you have to pay something."

"You helped me become better, and this is what you paid for."

"And these three jars are what you get."

"Very reasonable."

Ji Qing moved her eyebrows slightly, which was a bit gentle.

After Ye An was silent for a few seconds, he said: "Being respectful is worse than obeying orders."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

"What did you call me?" Ji Qing frowned on her face.

"Your Highness, isn't that what everyone calls you?"

"No, you can't call me Your Highness."

Ye An: "Then what should I call you?"

Ji Qing: "Just like my father, just call me Qing'er."

Ye An: "Dear son."

"Qing'er."

"Ahem, it's a bit hard to pronounce."

"But you should get used to it."

"Yeah." Ji Qing nodded obediently.

"Then you go practice boxing first, I have to change jobs." Ye An said.

"Okay." Ji Qing stood aside.

She didn't go to practice boxing, she wanted to watch Ye An.

Ye An invited Zhang Sanfeng back.

The rugged man noticed that Ji Qing's face looked much better, and he nodded silently.

Originally, he wanted to say a few words for Meng Chen, but he was not good at words.

Besides, Her Highness's situation is so special that no one knows which sentence is her key point.

Zhang Sanfeng thought silently in his heart, I would rather do nothing than make a mistake.

"Then Your Highness, I changed my job for Ye An."

Ji Qing nodded silently and suddenly asked: "Does Meng Chen still want Ye An to switch to the planner?"

Zhang Sanfeng laughed quickly and said: "No way."

"Everything depends on Ye An's own wishes."

"Besides, since Ye An has dual talents, there is no need to worry."

"Ye An can switch to the planner whenever he wants."

The heart of career change will cling to the talent runes.

If you want to change jobs again, you have to retake it.

But Ye An has two talent runes, which means he doesn't need to relearn it at all.

One part boxer, one part fighting strategist, the best of both worlds.

However, it is still unclear whether Ye An will switch to the planner!

When Ji Qing heard that Meng Chen no longer pressed, her expression softened.

Then, Zhang Sanfeng wanted to know what Ye An's second talent was, so he followed him to the basement.

The three of them reached the basement.

Zhang Sanfeng saw the deep fist mark under the family portrait at first glance.

He walked forward quickly, lightly brushed the fist mark with his palm, and frowned.

To leave such a standard fist mark on a wall is more difficult than knocking down a wall.

This is not a question of strength, but a matter of fisting intention.

"This is your second talent, right?"

"Show me again."

Zhang Sanfeng turned to look at Ye An.

Ye An did not hesitate, took a deep breath, mobilized the Supreme Fist, and the originally thin fist intention in his body suddenly became so majestic that it surged out of his body.

It takes many years to transform the true energy in the human body into fist intention.

Ye An has time to practice in his talent world, this is normal.

But the amount of fist intention is closely related to the realm.

The amount of fist energy around him at this moment was so huge that it could even cause slight cracks on the ground.

It is simply not something that a third-level martial artist can do. Under normal circumstances, even a genius has to reach the fourth level.

So Zhang Sanfeng laughed.

There is only one reason why this unreasonable situation occurs.

Unreasonable power - talent.

Of course, Zhang Sanfeng did not punch, but simply said: "The talent you showed just now is only a bonus to strength."

"But I taught you a boxing technique a long time ago, which is about strength."

"Have you exercised?"

Ye An quickly said: "Flowing Water Collision Mountain Fist."

"I can already punch eighty-eight times in a row."

"How long will it take?" Zhang Sanfeng asked.

"Five seconds!" Ye An replied immediately.

On the battlefield, no one will give you more than five seconds to single out his teammates.

Within five seconds at most, support will arrive immediately.

Therefore, practicing for more than ten seconds does not have much practical significance, it is just a toy.

Zhang Sanfeng nodded and said: "Show me. After reaching 40 punches, I will start to dodge. See if you can keep up. I have already lowered my level."

Ye An immediately nodded, stepped forward and punched Zhang Sanfeng in the abdomen in one swift step.

There was only a "dong" sound, and the punch seemed to hit a big bell, and all the force dispersed left and right like sound waves.

Ye An's face changed slightly.

Take off the load!

A basic martial arts technique!

Ye An will too.

But he has never seen Zhang Sanfeng showing off his strength like this!

Stand still?

No physical movement required?

How did you do it?

"Don't be dazed!" Zhang Sanfeng chuckled.

Ye An concentrated and continued to punch quickly.

In an instant, the punch was so fast that afterimages appeared, and in the silent basement, the bell kept ringing.

Zhang Sanfeng stared at Ye An's every move.

very perfect.

Liushui Bangshanquan is the art of reaction.

When you punch the opponent, there will be a reaction force back to you. At this moment, you convert the reaction force to your own use. Coupled with your own strength, the attack power will be stronger than the previous punch. big.

Therefore, the more consecutive hits you have in the Flowing Water Crash Mountain Fist, the greater the power.

The basic fighting method is basically left and right chain attacks. Experts can chain attacks with one hand. After mastery, they can do it however they want.

Ye An could still throw a series of one-handed punches before forty punches.

But after forty punches, you can only do a series of left and right punches.

This is normal.

Everyone knows that four taels can move a thousand catties, but they don’t know that the full text is that first there is the power of a thousand catties, and then four taels can move a thousand catties.

The upper limit of Liushui Bangshan Fist depends on the physical strength of the individual. If the body muscles are not strong enough to withstand the reaction force, the practice will be in vain!

The highest number of consecutive rounds of the fourth level Liushui Mountain Fist was 97, and it still took ten seconds to fight.

Ye An hasn't even reached the fourth level yet, he can hit 88 punches, and it only takes five seconds!

Zhang Sanfeng really liked it more and more the more he looked at it. In his eyes, Ye An was like a piece of jade that could be carved into any shape.

All this passed quickly in Zhang Sanfeng's mind.

Only three seconds have passed since the start.

Ye An has already thrown sixty-six punches.

Zhang Sanfeng did not move after forty punches as he said, but deliberately waited for this moment.

With the sixty-seventh punch, Zhang Sanfeng's figure seemed to turn into a gust of wind, trying to slip through Ye An's hands.

Ye An, who had always been highly focused, noticed.

The dream is turned on and the flow of movement slows down ten times!

Can……

The sixty-seventh punch failed.

Ye An failed to hit Zhang Sanfeng.

He dodged and stood behind Ye An, pointing his finger at the side of his face.

"Boxing, if it's not fast enough, it won't work."

"Can't your talent increase your speed?" Zhang Sanfeng asked seriously.

Ye An nodded and said, "My talent is to enhance my fist power."

"What about the side effects?" Zhang Sanfeng asked.

"The physical exertion is huge."

"That's not bad." Zhang Sanfeng nodded slightly.

He wasn't very excited.

There are many talents that increase boxing intention, but they are not valuable.

The truly powerful talent is to make oneself bigger, or to make oneself faster, or even to give oneself two more arms. This is much more useful than that little boxing intention.

At this time, Ye An suddenly asked: "As far as I know, the best talent for enhancing boxing intention from ancient times to the present is called the God of Fist. The limit can increase the boxing intention by 2.5 times."

"Yes, what's your magnification ratio?" Zhang Sanfeng asked.

Although the talent to enhance boxing intention is very common.

But if you can reach the pinnacle at this point, it must be a top-notch talent.

I heard Ye An say a little embarrassedly: "I'm not sure either."

"But I feel...the sky's the limit."

"The amount of enhancement depends on how much physical energy I consume and how long it takes to accumulate energy."

After listening, Zhang San was suddenly stunned, frowned and asked: "What?"

"I didn't hear you clearly. Please say it again. What is the multiplier?"

Ye An hurriedly said: "How much physical energy is consumed, the multiplication rate will be the same."

"unlimited."

"What!?" Zhang Sanfeng's tone suddenly rose to a high pitch.