I'm obviously practicing martial arts, how come I have magical powers?

"What should we do next?"

Qin Yang looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar apartment and couldn't help scratching his head.

He is an orphan in this life, all alone and with nothing to worry about.

He really didn't know what to do in the remaining months.

He has been to all the hospitals he could for this illness.

But his disease seems to be difficult to cure based on the current medical level.

"If only that dream were true."

Qin Yang said to himself.

Although he didn't remember the content of the dream, some vague images still remained in his mind.

He had seen many horrific scenes of the earth breaking apart and the sky collapsing.
Mysterious and magical Taoist techniques, physical training that can make people indestructible, and all kinds of bizarre existences
If the dream world really exists, there should be no problem in curing his brain tumor.

But when he thought of what the doctor said to him today, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He thought it was just an illusion caused by the tumor in his brain pressing on the nerves.

How could that world really exist?

He hadn't been back to this apartment for quite a while. After tidying it up casually, Qin Yang felt a little hungry.

Instead of ordering takeout, he went to the small restaurant downstairs to eat something.

With just this amount of exercise, Qin Yang felt his body becoming extremely weak and he was overcome by waves of sleepiness.

Qin Yang had long been accustomed to this state of his.

He forced himself to stay awake, took the medicine he got from the hospital, and fell asleep on the bed.

In a trance, Qin Yang seemed to see a mysterious man standing in the starry sky.

The mysterious man had flying black hair, his left eye was deep and dark, and his right eye was bright and sacred, as if flowing through the universe of life and death.

that moment.

Qin Yang felt that this mysterious man was the master of this starry sky.

A thought from the other party seemed to be able to cause the starry sky to collapse in an instant.

But when he saw the appearance of the mysterious man clearly, he was shocked.

It was actually me!
It’s just that the other party’s temperament is as deep as the abyss, as if all the heavens and the worlds are under his control.

"It must be the tumor in my brain pressing on the nerves again."

Qin Yang shook his head.

next moment.

But he felt as if there was some extra information in his mind.

Call ~
Qin Yang, who was sleeping, opened his eyes.

"Was that just a dream?"

Qin Yang covered his head and recalled the scene just now.

The feeling was so real that Qin Yang couldn't tell the difference between true and false for a moment.

This made the pain in his head even worse.

I felt better after taking painkillers.

Qin Yang thought about it and suddenly realized that there was some more information in his mind.

It turned out to be a boxing technique.

Arhat Fist.

"Did I also invent this boxing technique?"

Qin Yang was completely confused.

He got up from the bed, glanced at the alarm clock, and found that it was already half past six.

"It doesn't matter. We're all going to die anyway."

"Why not practice this boxing technique and see if it works."

Qin Yang said to himself.

No one is more open-minded than a dying person.

He came to the living room and began to practice Arhat Fist.

For some reason, Qin Yang had the feeling that he had practiced it countless times. He did not feel at all obscure and performed it smoothly.

It's just that his physical strength was a little lacking. He was out of breath after just one fight.

But he found out.

A transparent panel popped out.

Host: Qin Yang

Luohan Quan: Getting Started (1/100)

"What is this?"

"It seems like my brain is really going insane."

Qin Yang shook his head. But after thinking about it, he decided to continue practicing and see what wonderful changes would happen.

For him, the worst outcome is death.

After practicing over and over again, Qin Yang did not feel tired despite his weak physique, but felt full of energy instead.

Even my appetite improved a lot. By noon, I ate two large bowls of rice and a lot of meat.

Qin Yang thought about it and felt that he had mastered the Arhat Fist too well. Every movement could exercise the muscles without causing fatigue.

The days after.

Qin Yang practices Arhat Fist every day, but he knows that he can't rush it, so he only practices it twenty times a day.

In addition, his appetite became bigger and bigger.

As for that dream, he never encountered it again.

Five days passed in the blink of an eye.

Qin Yang finally mastered the Arhat Fist.

hum~~~
When the Arhat Fist on the proficiency panel broke through from entry level to proficiency, Qin Yang felt a surge of heat throughout his body.

There is a burning sensation in the muscles and bones.

Even my spirits have improved a lot.

"It doesn't seem to be an illusion. This Luohan Fist is really useful!"

Qin Yang felt that his body had suddenly become much stronger and he no longer had the sickly feeling he had before.

“Maybe this boxing technique is really my hope to survive!”

Qin Yang clenched his fists!

This transparent panel seems to be real, and continuous practice can enhance one's own strength.

He was determined to practice this boxing technique to perfection.

Every day after that, except when he went downstairs to eat, he practiced Luohan Fist in his apartment.

Proficiency, small success, great success, and perfection.

It took him more than two months.

"Huhuhu~~~"

Qin Yang looked at himself in the full-length mirror.

The muscles are clearly defined and full of strength.
Creak~~
He clenched his fists, feeling like he could break a brick with one punch.

In addition, he also discovered that after practicing Arhat Fist to perfection, a new magical power was formed.

Meditation.

This magical power can allow one to enter a deep state of meditation and become more focused.

"It's been three months since I started preparing and I'm feeling better and better now."

"It seems that this boxing technique really helped me change my fate."

"But how should I practice after this?"

After Qin Yang washed up, he lay on the bed, his mind gradually relaxed and he began to think.

Although now there is no such head-tearing feeling.

But I still feel pain from time to time.

So Qin Yang knew that the brain tumor was still there and had not disappeared because of his martial arts practice.

"Let's go to the hospital tomorrow and take an X-ray."

"You can't go to the same hospital you've been to before. Otherwise, you might be treated as a guinea pig."

Qin Yang is quite cautious.

After all, he was sentenced to death not long ago and only had three months left.

Still alive and well now.

If I go to the previous hospital, I'm afraid it will cause unnecessary trouble.

bang bang bang~~
Just as Qin Yang was thinking, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Who's out there?"

Qin Yang's eyes flickered.

He has no relatives or friends here.

Besides, it’s already late at night, who would come to visit me?
Qin Yang frowned.

He got up from the bed, walked to the wooden door of the living room, and looked outside through the peephole.

There is nothing, just empty.

"what happened?"

Qin Yang was stunned.

Did the person next door knock on the wrong door?
Qin Yang didn't think much about it and was thinking about returning to bed to sleep.

bang bang bang~~
The knock on the door sounded again. (End of this chapter)