Taiji has many secret traditions, and the style practiced by Brian Carter is also a synthesis of the strengths of various schools, with an even greater emphasis on combat and fighting.

However, the forms themselves are for training internal strength, and a few well-honed forms are naturally the most effective.

Brian Carter's body is only fifteen years old. He had practiced martial arts before, but in recent years he hadn’t had enough to eat or wear, leaving his body extremely weak.

At this moment, when practicing the forms, intention comes before the fist, and strength is generated from the heart.

The strength of human muscles is limited; Taiji focuses more on tapping into the body's internal power.

This includes tendons and bones, internal organs, and even more profound—one’s intent.

Intent may sound abstract, but in reality, it is about unifying the body and consciousness.

When intent moves, every part of the body—limbs, bones, organs, flesh, and sinew—responds. This is the power of intent.

According to calculations, if all the muscles in the human body could be activated, one could lift ten tons.

Of course, this is only theoretical.

No one can utilize all their muscle strength. Even if they could, the bones and flesh could not withstand such force.

The human body ultimately has its limits.

In his previous life, Brian Carter participated in the military’s Immortal Vajra Project, where superalloy titanium was injected into his bones, solving this problem and making him a powerhouse beyond human limits.

Time and space travel destroyed his body, but it could not destroy his soul or the titanium alloy.

The titanium alloy traveled with him, merging into this new body.

Perhaps due to the time-space crossing, Brian Carter's consciousness could clearly sense the titanium alloy and exert limited control over it.

Fortunately, the titanium alloy remained in its original state, simply attached to the bones without penetrating or fusing.

Now, as Brian Carter continuously adjusted his exertion, the subtle force penetrating his bones stimulated the titanium alloy within, deepening the fusion.

This fusion occurred at the level of metallic particles.

Due to this special perception, Brian Carter could clearly visualize in his mind the state of fusion between the titanium alloy and his bones.

It was like an ultrasound scan—Brian Carter could see the silver metal particles constantly seeping into the bones.

From this perspective, the bones were full of huge cavities. The titanium alloy adhered to the bones, continuously spreading and branching out, coating the bones with a fine layer of silver light.

This silver layer could increase bone strength a hundredfold, while not affecting the bones’ normal function.

Of course, this process consumed a great deal of physical energy.

Brian Carter deliberately slowed the process, reducing the burden on his body.

Sudden intense exercise inevitably brought pain and soreness. But for Brian Carter, whose will was tougher than steel, this pain only made him more focused.

If all went well, the initial fusion would be completed in about five days. Then would come the second stage of fusion.

If his body hadn’t grown stronger by then, there would be only one outcome—death.

After finishing a set of forms, Brian Carter adjusted his breathing, opened all his pores, and the sweat trapped inside his body gushed out at once.

On an autumn morning, the air was crisp and cool. The white steam rising from Brian Carter's body was especially clear in the morning light.

Old Reed gaped in astonishment. He never expected that Brian Carter, after practicing slowly for a while, would expend so much energy.

Finally, Brian Carter finished with a closing posture, both hands held loosely in front of his chest, slowly exhaling a breath of white air.

The white breath shot out like an arrow, reaching three feet before dispersing.

“Could this really be a supreme art?!”

Seeing this, Old Reed stared wide-eyed in excitement. He gestured with his hands, trying to recall the moves of Brian Carter's forms.

But the more he tried, the more confused he became. In the end, his mind was a complete mess. He seemed to remember every move, yet couldn’t recall any clearly.

“You want to learn?”

Brian Carter's words snapped the dazed Old Reed back to reality. He glanced at Brian Carter, and seeing his half-smiling, unoffended expression, his courage grew a little.

“Yes, yes!” Old Reed replied eagerly.

“If you want to learn, I’ll teach you,” Brian Carter said calmly. “Just cook for me for a few days.”

“Deal, no problem!” Old Reed agreed joyfully, over the moon.

Cooking was his trade, after all. To learn a martial art—possibly even a secret supreme art—just by cooking for a few days, of course he was willing.

Even if it wasn’t some supreme art, there was nothing to lose.

Brian Carter cared even less. Taiji looks easy, but it’s actually very hard to master. As for the combat techniques and real methods of training internal strength, he wouldn’t teach those.

If Old Reed studied diligently, he could at least learn a good method for maintaining his health.

In this world, the air was purer and fresher, and seemed to contain some kind of strange energy.

After practicing a round of forms, through breathing and movement, Brian Carter felt his tendons and bones stretch out, and the impurities in his body seemed to be washed away.

His whole body felt warm from the inside out, his spirit full and his energy abundant—an indescribable comfort.

Brian Carter secretly regretted that this body had originally practiced martial arts. But in the inherited memories, the methods for cultivating internal energy were already incomplete, so he didn’t dare to practice them recklessly.

As for the martial arts of this world, Brian Carter was extremely curious.