booktalesy Chapter 63 Fist Stance
Chapter 63 Fist Stance
The wood shavings on the broken pear tree stump, which had been torn apart by claw marks, were pulverized by the residual force of the punch, and fine wood chips rose up in the moonlight and fell all over the ground.
The dark golden patterns that appeared when Yan Hua activated his demon bloodline and his speed and power surged were somewhat similar to the very faint golden layer on his fist just now.
This punch was extremely powerful, more than three times stronger than usual.
At the same time, the booklet warmed slightly.
He closed his eyes and pulled up the booklet.
The original patterns on the translucent light screen disappeared, replaced by an old-fashioned thread-bound book with four characters on its dark brown cover: "Martial Arts of Ten Thousand Methods" written in a bold, flowing style.
Turning to the first page, the entries are the same as before, densely listed with various martial arts such as fists, legs, palms, and claws, with a line of small print at the bottom: Replicable slot 7/25.
He turned to the second page.
The words "fist stance" are displayed in the middle.
The handwriting is simple and ancient, the ink is dark gold, and next to it is a line of very fine annotation: The power of the fist is comprehended from the resonance of many fist techniques, which will multiply the power or speed when punching.
1/10000 of the punch.
Tonight's punch was a powerful strike, but the progress was rather slow.
With his fist technique, he was no longer afraid of Yan Hua and could also contend with Quan Feng's yellow markings.
And since there are fist stances, are there also leg stances? Spear stances?
He was still pondering when he suddenly felt weak and collapsed in the yard.
That punch almost drained him of his strength.
He swallowed a Qi and Blood Pill, and warmth spread from his dantian, gradually easing his exhaustion.
Stand still, inhale, and throw a punch.
He needs to master the power of the punches.
But this force did not appear.
After several more attempts, the punches were still fierce, but that alluring golden color was still nowhere to be seen.
By this time, the sky in the distance was already turning a pale white, so he had no choice but to rest.
......
The next morning, the gong sounded twice more in the drill ground.
Lin Mu put on the Black Impermanence mask and mingled in the crowd in the waiting area.
In order to shed his identity as a disciple of Changfeng Martial Arts School and freely practice martial arts, he participated in the martial arts course under the identity of Hei Wuchang and was assigned to the sixteenth group.
The rotation of Group 16 is faster than that of other groups.
When he entered the ring, his opponent was already standing in the center.
A martial artist with the Ming Jin skill used a set of Wind Eagle Claws, his fingertips wrapped in a faint trace of blood and qi, making a hissing sound as he gripped the air.
The referee waved to signal the start, and the opponent made the first move, crouching low to the ground as he swept in, his right hand's five fingers slightly curled into a claw, aiming straight for Lin Mu's throat.
Lin Mu did not dodge.
He assumed the stance of the Wind-Riding Fist, trying to recapture the feeling of that punch from last night.
It didn't work out.
Zhenshan Fist, Mangniu Fist, Fanyun Hand...
He tried out each punching style one by one.
It still didn't work out.
At this moment, the opponent's claws were already at his face.
He dodged to the side and then knocked his opponent down with a backhand Wind-Riding Fist.
The referee raises a flag to indicate the winner.
......
The second match was in the afternoon, and he participated as Lin Mu of Changfeng Martial Arts School.
The sunlight shone obliquely from the direction of the viewing platform, creating distinct light and shadow on the arena.
Almost everyone from Changfeng Martial Arts School was there.
Senior Brother Zhou and Junior Brother Liu took a good spot at the front. Senior Brother Bai Yungui leaned against the wooden stake by the arena and took a sip of wine. Even Miss and Wanruo came and stood at the back of the crowd, tiptoeing to look at the stage.
Lin Mu slowly walked onto the stage from the north side.
Cui Yong was already standing in the center of the ring.
He ranked second among the hidden strength generation at Zhenshan Martial Arts School.
His Zhenshan Fist was more stable and solid than Quanfeng's, with hidden strength condensed on the surface of his fist but not yet released, and two shallow pits were crushed into the rammed earth beneath his feet.
Discussions rose and fell around the high platform.
"Cui Yong has already been matched against Lin Mu so quickly? This draw is quite interesting."
"Could it be a covert operation...?"
"It's not impossible."
"Cui Yong's Zhenshan Fist has reached the fourth level of Bengjin. Among the generation of Anjin practitioners, there are very few who can withstand it head-on."
"Although Lin Mu had defeated Zhao Lie and Xue Yuan before, Cui Yong is stronger."
A rogue cultivator nearby nodded in agreement: "Apart from the people from Changfeng Martial Arts School, I don't think many people have high hopes for him."
Senior Brother Zhou turned around and glared at the rogue cultivator, but didn't say anything.
Because he himself had a worried look on his face.
Upon hearing this, the fellow students at Zhenshan Martial Arts School gained even more confidence.
Ye Zhaoxi pulled out a handful of peanuts from somewhere, peeling them while glancing around the arena, mumbling that Senior Brother Cui had it in the bag, and that he'd probably be done before he even finished eating the peanuts.
A tall, thin disciple standing next to him hadn't looked directly at the stage since the beginning, saying that Cui Yong would definitely be able to join forces with Quan Feng.
Several Ming Jin disciples didn't even sit down, cupping their hands to their mouths and shouting towards the arena, "Senior Brother Cui, send him down with one punch, save your energy for the next round."
......
The referee waved.
Cui Yong pushed off the ground with his left foot, blasting a shallow pit in the rammed earth. He collapsed like a mountain, throwing out his right fist straight out.
The first level of Zhenshan Fist, the explosive force, pierced through the air and arrived.
Lin Mu's air membrane was activated instantly. The force of the collapse was immediately dispersed by two-tenths of the spiral force of the wind-controlling spear as soon as it touched the membrane surface. The penetrating force of the long wind fist drilled back along the way it came, and the fierce force of the fierce tiger fist hard-hit the remaining force.
He took a half step back, and two fine cracks appeared in the rammed earth beneath his feet.
Cui Yong, however, took a step back.
There was a moment of silence around the arena.
Cui Yong looked down at his fist, and when he looked up, his brows were furrowed.
He used the first two layers of explosive force in that punch, but it felt like hitting cotton when it hit his opponent.
He no longer held back.
He pushed off the ground with his left foot, his body suddenly lunging forward, and he threw out both fists at the same time, each punch heavier and more ferocious than the last.
Lin Mu ignored the attack and let the opponent attack, then recklessly used the Slanting Wind and Drizzle to counterattack.
This is a perfectly legitimate opportunity to find the right stance in boxing.
The explosive force of the Zhenshan Fist penetrated his body layer by layer, and he tried his best to transform it.
With each gust of wind and drizzle, he used his mind to adjust his strength, trying to unleash that punch.
Cui Yong's offensive intensified, and his drizzling rain intensified.
The off-stage discussions gradually turned into confusion.
"What is Lin Mu doing?"
Why keep using the same move?
"Are you looking down on Cui Yong?"
Using only one move from beginning to end is considered disrespectful in the martial arts world.
Like an insulted wolf, Cui Yong roared and threw out both fists at once, unleashing the full power of the fourth level of his explosive force. The force of his punches made the flags beside the arena flutter loudly.
Lin Mu advanced instead of retreating, unleashing a barrage of slanting wind and fine rain at an extremely tricky angle.
Just as the blow struck Cui Yong's wrist joint, he suddenly felt that mysterious sensation again.
His fist power suddenly surged, and the lightness of a gentle breeze and drizzle transformed into a devastating, explosive punch, striking Cui Yong's body with hidden force.
Cui Yong froze, staggered seven or eight steps, and clutched his arm, indicating that he had given up.
His meridians were being recklessly damaged by powerful internal energy. If it was not resolved in time, he would be unable to cultivate in the future.
In the crowd, Quan Feng, who had been lazily leaning against a wooden stake with a foxtail grass in his mouth, suddenly straightened up as the faint golden hue flashed by. The foxtail grass slipped from the corner of his mouth.
Is it golden yellow?
He squinted at Lin Mu, his gaze sharp for a moment, then lazily leaned back.
The people at Zhenshan Martial Arts School fell silent.
Ye Zhaoxi stood by the arena, the smile on his round face vanishing at some point.
Several disciples with internal strength whispered among themselves.
"Was that a light drizzle just now?"
"Senior Brother Cui went all out, and he didn't even change his second move?"
Cui Yong mastered the Zhenshan Fist to the fourth level of Bengjin (collapsed energy), and among the generation of Anjin (hidden energy) practitioners at the Zhenshan Martial Arts School, no one except Quan Feng was his match.
Lin Mu used a basic boxing technique to force Cui Yong to admit defeat.
Meanwhile, the Changfeng Martial Arts Academy was filled with joy.
Hu Xiaoying squeezed her way from the back of the crowd to the front, standing on tiptoe to look at the stage.
Zou Wanruo's gaze fell on the figure on the stage, lost in thought.
Yan Hua stood under the shade of a tree on the other side of the training ground from the very beginning, watching the entire competition from a distance, his brow furrowed the whole time.
He only turned and left the moment Lin Mu withdrew his fist.
However, Lin Mu was completely unaware of all of this.
He activated all martial arts techniques, and his fist technique improved by 2/10000, showing a doubling of progress...