Training

Within the memories of Infernal Prison's tens of thousands of years, there were many martial arts techniques. Ye Han wasn't in a hurry and carefully searched for the most suitable one for his current situation, eventually settling on a technique called "Overlord Leg." When mastered to perfection, it could shatter steel and was a form of external martial arts passed down from ancient China on Earth.

Taking advantage of the daytime when he couldn't practice at home, Ye Han slowly grasped the essence of the Overlord Leg, waiting for night to practice in the courtyard. Combining some battle experiences from Infernal Prison and a certain Immortal King, Ye Han quickly understood the essence of this leg technique. He even made some improvements to enhance its power and speed. Based on the original movement technique of Overlord Leg, he constructed one that was more suitable for himself. However, Ye Han wasn't certain if it was better than the original; everything had to be verified through practice.

He went over it again and again in his mind, continuously refining it until the afternoon when he stopped and sat quietly in his room, waiting for nightfall.

"Strength, I need powerful strength. In this world, those without strength are worse than dogs. In my previous life, I couldn't change my fate, so I chose silence. Now, heaven has given me another chance, and I must seize it," Ye Han stood in the darkest corner of the room, fists clenched, eyes shining with determination.

The sun finally set and the moon followed. After dinner, Ye Han stepped out of his room, bathed in moonlight. The cold instantly penetrated his body, and he stood still, enjoying the sensation. Moments later, he opened his eyes and walked to the courtyard, where he inserted a thick log, and with focused attention, he kicked out, snapping the log in two with a "bang."

"It's not enough, my body and mind can't keep up." Suddenly, Ye Han thought of a method used on Earth to train soldiers' coordination.

Acting on the idea, Ye Han soon set up wooden posts about ten feet high and hung sandbags from ropes connected in a net above them.

Pushing one sandbag set off a chain reaction, causing collisions and constant movement in the area.

Stepping in, a sandbag struck him from the left with a "bang," sending him flying a dozen feet away.

Ye Han got up and tried again and again, each time being struck and bruised, but he didn't care since the bruises would soon heal.

He spent the entire night being struck and flying out. By dawn, when he stopped training, he knew such practice couldn't be successful in a short time. Returning to his room, he found his mother already awake, standing by the window with tears in her eyes, which only strengthened Ye Han's resolve.

They ate breakfast in silence, and his mother resumed her usual tasks, only changing her location since Ye Han had taken over her usual spot for his training.

Days passed, and Ye Han trained every night among the sandbags, gradually moving from one to two, to three, and finally passing through all without being hit. Eventually, he could navigate through them for an hour without a single impact. His coordination of body and consciousness improved significantly.

After three months, Ye Han could last an entire night among the shaking sandbags without being struck.

"The first step of the training is complete," Ye Han said to himself after the first night. He had set three training programs for himself; the first was to last a whole night among the shaking sandbags without being hit. The second was to continue training among the sandbags for the first half of the night, now combining his own movement techniques. The second half of the night was devoted to practicing the strength and speed of his kicks.

Although merely dodging the sandbags was easy for Ye Han, adding the movement technique made it more complex. It required precise timing, an understanding of the gaps between the sandbags, and the direction of his steps. Ye Han was back to square one, being struck and sent flying, but he didn't give up.

Practicing kicks, Ye Han faced the problem of controlling the force and speed; he kept breaking the logs. Finally, he thought of adding weight to his legs.

With a 15 kg weight, the log broke; he increased the weight progressively until, at 30 kg, the log merely shook and did not break. Ye Han smiled, but with the added weight, his speed decreased. "Ah, there's no perfect solution in this world," he sighed. He decided to practice controlling his force first and then focus on speed.

Gradually, Ye Han adapted to the weight on his legs, able to control the force of his kicks. During practice, he made an important discovery: the added weight improved the accuracy of his kicks.

This discovery thrilled him. Practicing the force of his kicks inherently improved accuracy. After all, how could one consistently kick with the same

 force without precise control?

Day after day, Ye Han endured inhuman training. After another three months, he could not only control the force of his kicks precisely but also hit specific targets without any deviation. His movement technique also improved significantly; he could navigate the gaps between the shaking sandbags, changing position and dodging in the shortest time possible. Ye Han continued to refine his technique, making it more perfect and unpredictable to an enemy, appearing at the most advantageous position for an attack. The second training plan was complete. Tomorrow he would begin the third and most crucial phase. If he failed, all the previous training would be for naught. He had to combine the movement technique with the Overlord Leg without any hindrances.

The following night, Ye Han returned to the sandbags. He would practice amidst them, but this time not just dodging, but attacking the sandbags while not being hit. His long practice of movement and leg techniques was for the purpose of attacking an enemy.

He started shaking the first sandbag, which caused the others to begin swaying. Ye Han calmed his mind, "Don't disappoint me."

He stepped in with a no-return attitude. To the right, his left foot stepped across, and he kicked out with his right leg, sending the sandbag in the opposite direction. However, as he retracted his leg, another sandbag struck him, sending him flying.

Staring at the swaying sandbags, Ye Han wondered, "How could this happen?" After attacking the first sandbag, he couldn't avoid the others.

He couldn't believe he would fail like this. He stood up, entered the area again, but was quickly struck out. He couldn't sense everything around him, so he couldn't attack the incoming sandbags.

"Sensing... right, the sound of the wind," Ye Han thought. The sandbags must create wind noise during their movement, which could help him prepare to dodge or attack.

Entering the area once more, Ye Han closed his eyes, listening to the wind created by the sandbags. He stepped in. There was wind from the right, and also from the left, but the right was closer. He could attack. He kicked, "bang," retreated, narrowly avoiding the sandbag from the left. More were coming from behind and the right, almost simultaneously. He dodged.

With his eyes closed in the field, Ye Han listened to the wind, dodging or attacking. Sometimes he was still hit, but he didn't feel disappointed; instead, he was delighted with the progress.