The Girl They Ignored Returned as the Woman Seven Men Would Die For novel Chapter 146

Mika stepped her legs apart, extended an arm, and clenched her fingers into a fist.

As she engaged her muscles, her normally slender forearm instantly tightened. The underlying tendons and bones shifted, displaying a striking, squared-off muscular definition. Beneath her wide-leg trousers, her thighs underwent the exact same transformation.

This was the ultimate physical state pursued by the Aeon Fist—arms like vines, bones and sinews bound together.

The arms moved loosely and fluidly like vines, but the internal structure twisted and bound together tightly, springing back with the resilience of a coiled wire, every joint perfectly connected.

Traditional martial arts never sought the grotesque, bulging muscles seen in Western gyms.

Instead, the Aeon Fist revered the aesthetic of a scholar—a body as precious as gold.

When relaxed, there was absolutely no exaggerated muscle definition or visible sign of martial arts training on the body.

Even seasoned masters who had practiced for decades preferred wearing loose, flowing garments to conceal their physiques.

Just like Silas Charles—when he wasn't fighting, he looked like a perfectly ordinary old man. But when engaged in combat, clad in his traditional uniform, his opponents couldn't even read the shift in his muscles, making it impossible to predict his next move.

It was a deeply understated martial wisdom.

Given Mika's current physique, when she wasn't exerting force, she looked like a delicate, incredibly slender, ordinary girl.

No one looking at her would ever suspect she knew martial arts.

But through the intense internal twisting and structural conditioning that developed the major tendons and deep muscle tissues, her frail-looking body now harbored an explosive, terrifying power.

This allowed Mika to strike hard and fast, easily overwhelming an opponent much larger and stronger than herself without having to dodge their brute force.

Steel wrapped in cotton. That was exactly how her grandfather, in his prime, could send a massive, two-hundred-pound man flying with a single punch.

Given the sheer power of the system, it wouldn't have been difficult for Mika to simply ask it to generate a generic combat upgrade path.

Having her grandmother mail the ancient texts was technically the long way around.

But Mika remembered how desperately Silas had wanted to pass on his martial legacy.

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