I completely understand where you're coming from, my striking form, well one can never say one knows Kung Fu given it's nature, but I will say work is coming along much more preferably than when compared to my strength. I think where you see fallacy, there mostly lies uneducated fear. I've worked hard on my MA. My past instructor didn't know a lot about exercise and the human body. Just Kung Fu. I admit now, the belief that any form of weight lifting, though monks trained with sand bags, simply served to slow one down and shred any hope of flexibility was one that was constantly reinforced.
My first three sparring matches were three older men of 6ft and over and heavy set, myself being 5.7 and lean and wiry from my training (this was a hard goal to reach, my genetics are a very very stocky build) this fight was a set-up to mimic the real-life scenario that often it is normally someone bigger than you that is going to pick a fight with you. During the fights, Speed was my ally, strikes were targeted (lightly) at bone joints (implicating limb destruction), muscle-heads (implicating momentary paralysis), repeatedly the sternum (implicating starvation of oxygen requirements for a larger, heavier, muscle-hungry (O2) target in an unbroken round).
Obviously due to the height differences I was also able to get within guard, do my damage and leave but sticking to the point of muscle growth/flexibility/size essentially I played the scenario that one cannot knock out the Oak, but one could cut it down to size. This worked so well, I think I began to fear any loss of my abilities through any gain of theirs.
That is, until I sparred a man my size. I'd sparred others my size before of course, but this man was different. He was me, if I had gone with my genetics. My size, but thick set, solid muscle. But most intimidatingly, still fast. To this day, I will never forget my sparring match with him and here's why. I punched, it hit, he didn't move. Not a jot. Not a fraction. I hit this man thirty times in a row at least. He blocked a few sure but as I said I'm not exactly slow. But the thing is it didn't matter. It was like punching stone.
I was in so much disbelief, I forgot to pace as I continued. I wore myself out. That's when he unleashed, and to this day it still remains so much a blur I wonder if I'd been fully conscious at the time, even though I remained on my feet, barely. The speed was faster than mine. I'd never been so confused in my life. Since then I've been trying to train to reach that ability. Packing on muscle isn't hard, not for me, and I'm not talking about "newbie-gains". Keeping the fat off is often difficult but I've only recently learned how to control my nutrition so time will tell on that one. But I've not worked out how to pack on muscle, and retain my own speed let alone gain his even with drills.
But if I can find a way to get to that point, I will be a very happy man indeed.
Thank you for the book advice it's my preferred method of learning so I really appreciate that and hopefully I can grab them on a kindle so I can get at them today.