He was originally an unknown high school student, but because he met "her" in the park, recognized a formidable god-sister who dominates the world, and made a decision that would completely change his life.

Great strength is not gained overnight. Through desperate hard training and extraordinary talent, the protagonist achieves invincible skills at the level of transforming force, fights life-and-death matches, challenges the martial arts titan Shaolin Temple alone, contends with top foreign agents in both wits and strength, and conquers the world with sheer power.

Chapter One: Rising and Squatting Like a Galloping Horse, Soaring with Emptiness, Form and Spirit Unleashed

One evening in early December, the weather suddenly turned cold. Overnight, the north wind howled. Snowflakes drifted down in abundance, and by dawn, a thick layer had already settled on the ground.

Charles Warren was awakened by the snowy light outside the window, thinking it was already morning. But after glancing at the alarm clock by his bed, he realized it was just after five o'clock—he had woken up an hour early.

However, Charles Warren never had the habit of staying in bed. He quietly got dressed, spent ten minutes washing up, and when he heard the rustling sounds of his parents getting dressed in the next room, Charles Warren finally stepped out the door.

Charles Warren was a second-year student at a certain high school in C City, sixteen years old this year. He was of average height, ordinary appearance, average academic performance, and his family situation was that both parents had been laid off long ago, with their combined monthly income not exceeding two thousand yuan.

Because of all this, Charles Warren developed a silent and introverted personality.

Behind Charles Warren's home was a park, which bordered a river. The woods were dense, the area remote and gloomy, and inside was a small path that led to the school.

Charles Warren liked to walk quietly alone, disliking the busy main roads. Every day, whether going to or coming from school, he always took this small path.

The park was very quiet, not a single person around. Occasionally, a few sparrows would chirp and hop about on the snow-laden treetops, sometimes shaking down clumps of snow, adding a bit of liveliness.

However, just as Charles Warren was slowly walking through a dense pine grove, he noticed a figure moving inside.

"So early, and someone is already out and about?" Charles Warren was curious and tried to look into the woods.

It turned out the person moving in the woods was a woman in her twenties, wearing a white tracksuit, white running shoes, and a neat ponytail, practicing boxing.

Her movements were slow and unhurried, as if she were performing the popular Tai Chi routine.

But after watching for a while, Charles Warren noticed something different.

Charles Warren observed that the woman's eyes were always intently focused on her moving fingers.

She would always slowly extend her hand, then suddenly snatch with her five fingers as if aiming at a target, and then quickly retract her hand.

This slow extension and rapid snatching reminded Charles Warren of catching fish as a child: first slowly reaching into the water so the fish wouldn't notice, then, when close enough, suddenly scooping and catching the fish.

Moreover, Charles Warren noticed that as the woman practiced, her body kept moving in circles, her steps always gliding close to the ground, cautiously, as if wading through mud.

Her posture was not particularly graceful, but in the transition between extending and retracting, her whole body moved in unison, exerting force in every part, giving Charles Warren a sense of surging energy.

Charles Warren was entranced, not knowing how much time had passed. Suddenly, the woman stopped, raised both hands sharply to her brow, then slowly pressed them down to her abdomen, lightly stamped her left foot on the ground, and exhaled a long breath.

Charles Warren clearly saw a long stream of white breath shoot straight out from the woman's mouth, like an arrow suddenly released.

"She can exhale like that?" Charles Warren was amazed at the sight and tried blowing out a breath with all his might.

Unfortunately, his breath met the cold air and only formed a puff of white mist in front of him, which quickly dissipated.

Unconvinced, Charles Warren blew several more times, making his heart race and eyes see stars, but still only managed to produce puffs of white mist.

Just as Charles Warren was trying hard to exhale, the woman walked over, smiled slightly, nodded as a greeting, then left the woods and walked away in the other direction.

At school that day, Charles Warren couldn't focus on his classes at all. His mind kept replaying the scene of the woman exhaling during her practice, finding it more and more mysterious the more he thought about it.

He deeply regretted not going up to talk to her at the time.

The next morning, Charles Warren deliberately got up even earlier, and when he passed the park path, he again saw the woman practicing.

This time, Charles Warren got a bit closer, watching from outside the woods.

Even with Charles Warren watching from the edge, the woman was undisturbed and continued her practice. When she finished a set, she again raised her hands, pressed her abdomen, stamped her foot, and exhaled.

Her breath met the cold air and once again turned into a thin, long white line, shooting straight out like an arrow.