My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 402 - 272 I’ll Teach You

Chapter 402: Chapter 272 I’ll Teach You

Looking at the man who was taking himself so seriously in front of her,

Yan Weiwei’s fists, hidden behind her back, clenched and then relaxed, and then clenched again...

Even though she couldn’t beat him, she really did want to hit him...

Feeling the gaze from beside him, Meng Lang cleared his throat.

"Ahem! Actually, when you think about it, it’s not as exaggerated as you say, right? I’ve never even learned Light Force or Dark Energy, so how could I possibly have developed Transformative Force? Martial Arts should be about progressing in an orderly manner, after all.

Could it be that you mistook something?"

Meng Lang definitely didn’t want to carry the strange title of being some once-in-a-thousand-years martial arts prodigy.

He wasn’t here to farm for fame today!

What if those people in the National Martial Arts Circle fall into their usual habit of exaggeration and then, along with the entry of various novelists named Jin or Gu, start to fantasize?

And then they come out with a line like, ’Of all the heroes in the world, only the Old Ancestor and Meng stand unmatched’...

At that point, I fear I might become an internet sensation...

"Mmm-hmm!" Fan Shigang at his side also couldn’t help nodding repeatedly.

Even though he was shocked that Meng Lang was a more formidable expert than Master Yan, if you said he was an expert in Dark Energy, he would reluctantly believe it, but to claim he had achieved Transformative Force, which only appears once in a millennium...

Looking at Meng Lang’s age, just over twenty, even if he had been training since he was in the womb, it couldn’t be so monstrous, right?

It was just too illogical.

"I’ve fought against experts of Dark Energy before!" Yan Weiwei pouted.

"Although they have stronger control over strength than we do, their consciousness is still within the range of a normal person. They definitely wouldn’t make it impossible for me to touch a single edge with thirty moves.

You just said... my flaw was that I was too slow?

Which normal person would think my movements just now were slow?"

"Ah! You’ve touched upon the crucial point! Actually... there’s a trick to it!"

Meng Lang, seeing the topic finally being pulled back from something 1,500 years ago to the present crucial point, hurriedly spoke in a coaxing manner.

"A trick?" Yan Weiwei tilted her head.

"Right! You may not believe this, but I’ve never learned anything about Light Force, Dark Energy, or Transformative Force. It was just that in the instant I was hit by a bullet that night... I had an epiphany!" Meng Lang said earnestly.

"An epiphany?" Yan Weiwei looked at him with a blank face.

"Yes! Have you heard of near-death experiences? Seen bullet time? Ever heard of a burst potential?

There was an instant, under a great sense of crisis, when I felt as if the entire world had slowed down. It was a very amazing experience.

You know I’m someone with a strong sense of curiosity.

So after that day, I’ve been trying hard to recreate the unusual sensation my body felt that day.

After endless attempts and exploration, I finally found the key to triggering this amazing state!"

"You mean to say... what you used just now wasn’t Transformative Force, but rather... you burst your potential?"

"That’s one way to put it!"

Yan Weiwei’s expression immediately became weird.

"Hmm... so you mean to say, you’re particularly afraid of dying, had a peculiar near-death experience, and then, you just randomly studied for a couple of days, and finally mastered the method to ’burst potential’ at will?"

Are you pulling my leg!

Why don’t you just say you’re an Adjuster?

As an Earth person who can’t burst potential, am I embarrassing Earth or what!

Please, come up with a better excuse. It’s 2018 for goodness’ sake; humans haven’t colonized the Moon yet...

Looking at the earnest-looking man in front of her, Yan Weiwei couldn’t help but mentally unleash a torrent of sarcasm.

"No, what do you mean ’particularly afraid of dying’... okay, although it really was because I was afraid of dying, that’s not the point.

The point is, it wasn’t that I casually studied for just a couple of days!

Mathematics, biology, physics, computer science...

Do you know how to stimulate increased nerve activity? Are you aware of the mysterious connection between God’s forbidden zones and biological hormones? Have you heard about the positive correlation curve between SB protein concentration and nerve reflexes?

Alright, I know someone like you who specializes in physical education definitely wouldn’t understand.

In short, this is an ability that integrates knowledge from various disciplines, combines theories from the cutting edge of human science and technology, utilizes advanced research concepts... plus my own unique talents, and a bit of chance that was both accidental and inevitable.

Only then was this ability finally developed!

I’ve named it ’brain overclocking,’ involving the central nervous system—pretty scientific, don’t you think?"

What’s wrong with bursting out?

Looking down on bursting out, huh?

You think bursting out is just a ’heat of the moment’ thing for adjusters?

The key lies in the vast and mysterious gene chain!

Everything... is guided by science!

"Hmm..."

I have to admit, Yan Weiwei, being a "sports-specialty student," was initially baffled by a barrage of scientific terms.

But she’s naive, not stupid!

No matter how flowery your speech, you can’t avoid the fact that your so-called research, at best, hasn’t exceeded two months...

"I believe you, my ass! Dharma meditated for nine years, and you’re telling me you got results in less than two months? You’re treating me like a three-year-old!"

"Hey! That’s the advantage of standing on the shoulders of giants.

How can people from 1,500 years ago compare to us, who start learning calculus from a young age?

If you’re talking about research time, ask Dharma to do a multiplication of ten-digit numbers, how long would he need? I use a computer now, do I need even a second?" Meng Lang argued with confidence.

emm...

He makes such a compelling argument, I can’t even refute it...

Yan Weiwei felt as frustrated as a child incorrectly counting "one time seven is seven, two times seven is forty-eight, three eights are International Women’s Day."

She knew this guy was probably conning her, but she just couldn’t find a reason to rebut.

Although she still harbored doubts, compared to this not-so-reliable explanation...

Are you saying that Meng Lang, who even Yuan Li could knock down with a kick, suddenly became a master of transforming energy? Doesn’t that sound even more preposterous?

And true to his word.

Although he had just defeated her, what he relied on was superior "eyesight" or "neural reaction speed."

From start to finish, he never displayed the "destructive power" that a practitioner of transforming energy should have.

In terms of physical strength, he really doesn’t seem much different from an ordinary person.

After all, control over strength, the technique of exerting force, and coordination of the body all require long-term muscle memory to develop, and it can’t be achieved overnight.

Could it be... that he really just grasped a part of a transforming energy master’s abilities thanks to sudden enlightenment and fortunate coincidences?

Science... can it really enhance one’s comprehension that much?

"So you came up on stage today to defeat me just to show off this so-called ’bursting out’?" Yan Weiwei looked at him.

Based on her understanding of Meng Lang.

This guy always prefers to avoid trouble when he can, and he’d rather keep a low profile than be conspicuous.

Without actively digging, you would never know how much he’s truly capable of.

In normal circumstances, with such a strong ace up his sleeve, how could he, with his "severe paranoia," possibly show it off so easily?

"You guessed right! I did intend to show you the power of this ability! I believe you’ve had a firsthand experience."

"Uh... why?" Yan Weiwei asked, puzzled.

To blow his cover just for show-off doesn’t seem like Meng Lang’s style.

"Hehe! Think about it, with your skills, if you mastered my unique ultimate skill, then reaching the top... would it not be as easy as turning your hand over?"

Meng Lang revealed a smile like the Big Bad Wolf tempting Little Red Riding Hood.

What?!

Yan Weiwei’s breath... suddenly quickened.

"You... you mean..."

"That’s right! If you want to learn... I’ll teach you!"