PDLP Chapter 213 Martial Arts Performance
Chapter 213 Martial Arts Performance
Zhou Mingxuan never imagined that he would be brutally beaten because of his handsome face.
Strictly speaking, he was much more handsome than Liu Jinghong.
Yang Silang pointed this out tactfully.
Fu Hongying has her own set of logic.
"Master, he's so handsome; if he were to commit evil, wouldn't he be even more dangerous?"
"I'm going to be harsher now, so he won't dare to have any crooked ideas in the future."
She's like someone who's been bitten by a snake once and is now afraid of ropes for ten years; she's gone straight for the big move.
Yang Silang didn't know how to teach this disobedient disciple, so he waved his hand.
"He's still my mentor's friend, so go easy on him next time."
"You may leave..."
Fu Hongying took her leave in high spirits. After beating Zhou Mingxuan these past few days, she had become more and more proficient in her new Huanxi Hand technique, and had already vaguely grasped the essence of the fist and was able to unleash its spirit.
Previously, her skill level was about the same as Zhou Mingxuan's. It was only because she had practiced to the point of being able to deliver powerful punches that she was able to easily suppress her opponent.
Seeing Fu Hongying, the humanoid tyrannosaurus, leave, Zhou Mingxuan leaned over with a resentful look on his face.
He spat out a mouthful of blood and almost cried.
"Brother Yang, I have always treated you, my disciple, with utmost respect, without a trace of disrespect or lewdness in my eyes; my gaze is clear and pure."
"Why did she use such deadly force? You taught her way too well."
"If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have been so greedy for that half-price house. I'll have just paid the difference later."
"Spending the whole morning practicing with her made me feel even worse and less confident."
"How can I pass the military examination if I can't even beat a girl?"
Seeing Zhou Mingxuan's Dao heart collapse, Yang Silang hurriedly went up to comfort her, thinking to himself that he must order that brat to be more lenient next time.
Having driven away such a good sparring partner, where are we going to find a dirty punching bag?
"Brother Zhou, you must have shown mercy because she was a woman."
"Besides, it's actually a good thing that she's ruthless."
"A martial arts master once said that if you want to learn quickly, you have to be beaten badly."
Hmm, Long Yiyan said that. Wouldn't he be unhappy if we gave him the title of Martial Saint?
"Actually, I've been watching from the sidelines these past few days, and Brother Zhou, your martial arts skills have improved by leaps and bounds..."
"Really?" Zhou Mingxuan was skeptical, but the Martial Saint's words did indeed make some sense.
Yang Silang managed to calm Zhou Mingxuan down after a lot of persuasion.
Unfortunately, this fellow is skilled in longsword and palm techniques, and follows a light and agile style. Yang Silang does not have the relevant martial saint divine intent seed, so even if he wanted to guide and compensate him, he could not do so.
In the end, it was Yang Silang who gave Zhou Mingxuan a few large pills, and only then was the matter considered closed.
"Brother Yang... tell your apprentice that I'll definitely be his sparring partner before the exam," Zhou Mingxuan conceded, "but we can't let him break his promise again."
"If I'm beaten up like this, when I take the preliminary exam, they'll need to check my travel permit and take a picture of my face."
"I won't look like the person on my travel permit at all. How am I supposed to get into the exam hall?"
Yang Silang nodded repeatedly. This guy knows how to talk. Actually, he just can't bear to part with that handsome face.
For the next few days, Yang Silang enjoyed a period of peace and quiet.
Hu Jiaoniang didn't come to urge him to update, probably because something was going on in the palace, which allowed him to slowly conceive of the new book.
After all, the plot was too outrageous, completely ruining the original story. If they wanted to change the main storyline and replace the five members of the pilgrimage group with the Jinghe Dragon King, the Six-Eared Macaque, the Black Bear Spirit, and Sha Wujing and the White Dragon Horse, it would really drive people crazy.
Not to mention the Demon-Refining Banner behind it, which will send all sorts of demons, such as the Green Ox Demon, the Great King of Inspiration, Sai Tai Sui, and the Lion King, onto the banner.
How can we prevent the younger ones from being beaten and the older ones from coming out? How should we deal with those Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Laozi?
After all, these monsters come from all directions and have all sorts of origins. Whether it's Buddhism, Taoism, or the Heavenly Court, which wealthy family doesn't have some lackeys?
What if the five members of the pilgrimage group put someone else's lackey on the Soul Refining Banner? What will they do when these big shots come looking for them?
They can't even use an opponent's force against them.
No matter how you look at it, this journey to the West is doomed to fail halfway through. The five-person group might as well become saints, bodhisattvas, or arhats this time.
They'll probably be boiled into soup in a big pot halfway there.
Yang Silang could only practice his boxing while thinking. He would think when he was tired of practicing, and he would practice when he was annoyed by thinking. He had no thoughts about the new book at all, but his boxing skills improved by leaps and bounds.
In the past few days, I have completely refined the two seeds of water and fire divine intent in the true qi within my dantian.
Only the divine seed of the old pine tree remained, containing too much power that had not yet been fully digested; only the outer ring of it had been absorbed.
There was a martial arts training ground outside Fu Hongying's boudoir. Although it was not large, it was a rare find in such a prestigious place as the capital.
The figures crisscrossed each other, rapidly changing positions.
Yang Silang stood in the middle of the arena, adopting the stance of the Five Elements Fist, to fight against multiple opponents.
"Master, be careful..." Fu Hongying shouted sharply, and launched an attack with the Huanxi Hand. Her feet were as nimble as water, and her hands moved in front and behind, alternating between real and feint. If she succeeded, she would press down like a raging storm.
Blue energy flickered in his hands, indicating that he had used his full strength.
"Brother Yang, I apologize for the inconvenience..."
On the other side, Zhou Mingxuan also launched an attack.
His kung fu style is relatively uncommon, called Wind Chasing Leg. It mainly uses leg techniques with palm techniques as a supplement, and eight or nine tenths of his kung fu is done through his legs.
This is a technique that relies solely on agility and speed to achieve victory. His feet glowed with faint white true energy, and when he used it, it was like a greatsword slashing down.
The blade left a neat, deep cut on the blue bricks, several inches deep, and was quite sharp.
He learned this leg technique from a female master. It is extremely fast, but its lethality is somewhat lacking.
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When Yang Silang was present, the situation was quite different.
He used the Five Elements Fist, which incorporated elements of the Huanxi Hand technique, focusing solely on defense and not offense. Blue true energy surged from his hands, rolling like thick, continuous waves.
No matter how fiercely Fu Hongying and Zhou Mingxuan attacked, their true energy would vanish silently within a few feet of him, like a stone sinking into the sea.
Yang Silang used his palms to create circles, and in just a few dozen moves, two vortexes of energy formed around him.
Fu Hongying felt that her hand gestures for washing streams were no longer smooth.
It was as if layers of ocean waves were surging up around her, enveloping and melting her "little stream," causing her to be deflected every time she threw a punch.
Zhou Mingxuan's Wind Chaser Leg was too heavy to lift.
The Wind Chasing Leg technique was originally designed for lightness and speed, but now his legs and body felt as if they were being suppressed by boundless seawater, weighed down by thousands of pounds. Even standing was difficult, so how could he possibly be fast?
Seeing that the two could not put any more pressure on him, Yang Silang loosened his grip and released them, shouting.
"Use equipment!"
Without hesitation, Zhou and Fu drew their weapons with two clangs.
Zhou Mingxuan wields a two-handed sword.
The term "two-handed sword" does not necessarily mean that the blade is long, but rather that the hilt is extremely long. This allows for full use of the strength of the waist and legs, thereby increasing its lethality.
The moves mainly consist of chopping, thrusting, slicing, slashing, parrying, pointing, striking, and slashing.
The combination of Wind Chasing Leg and Wind Chasing Two-Handed Sword is like a whirlwind howling around you, accompanied by a barrage of wind blades crashing down on you, greatly increasing its power.
Zhou Mingxuan doesn't rely on his looks; he's truly put in a lot of hard work.
Now, as he unleashes his power, he spins like a top, his sharp hands forming a disc-shaped, cold metallic sheen that shreds anything that comes near him.
Fu Hongying wielded a thirteen-section soft red rope, an exquisitely crafted rope made of heavy gold, interwoven with black gold threads. When infused with true energy, it could be used as a whip, a entanglement, or a stab.
Because of its slender shape, it is particularly adept at breaking through the protective aura of martial artists, and its destructive power is even greater than Zhou Mingxuan's two-handed sword. However, it requires extremely high skill to use, otherwise it is easy to injure oneself.
When Fu Hongying unleashed her attack, a red rope swirled around her body, making her appear as if she were engulfed in a red cord, radiating a fierce killing intent.
"Good timing..."
Yang Silang's eyes lit up when he saw this, but he still did not use any weapons.
The blood and qi in the whole body are boiling, and the true qi flows through the Shaoyin Kidney Meridian of Foot. The blue water-like true qi surges to the hands and feet, forming a thick ball of qi, as if wrapped in a soft and thick layer of qi armor.
He moved with the fluidity of flowing water, effortlessly weaving through the two men's fierce attacks, while simultaneously catching weapons with his bare hands.
Whether it was a two-handed sword or a soft red rope, once it landed in his hands, the explosive true energy contained within it was immediately dispersed and disintegrated by layers of water-attribute true energy, and the sharp offensive momentum was immediately stopped.
Zhou Mingxuan and Fu Hongying felt as if their weapons had landed in a ball of cotton, initially soft and without any leverage.
On the contrary, the further you go in, the more it feels like hitting a soft, bouncy ball. Not only is it difficult to get into the ball, but it also contains a powerful rebound force.
With a burst of true energy, Yang Silang sent the two flying.
The two of them used almost the same method to push off the wall with their feet, and then launched themselves back at an even faster speed.
Yang Silang then used the true energy of water to flow with the current, guiding and pulling the energy.
He grabbed the soft red rope with one hand and caught the two-handed sword with the other, exerting force with both arms.
Fu Hongying and Zhou Mingxuan felt a powerful force coming from them, and they were involuntarily rushed towards each other.
Caught off guard, the two exchanged a fierce blow, staggering backward and leaving themselves wide open.
Fortunately, Yang Silang did not pursue them.
The two gritted their teeth and continued their attack.
Yang Silang's moves remained unchanged, but the true energy surging from his palms suddenly turned fiery red, and the temperature of the surrounding air immediately rose.
This time he used fire-attribute true qi.
Compared to water-based true qi, fire-based true qi is more explosive and fierce. With each alternation of the two palms, it resembles two fire dragons breathing.
This time, Yang Silang abandoned his previous gentle approach and unleashed a violent punch, shattering the air with each blow and causing the air inside the courtyard to howl.
They only exchanged a few moves.
Fu Hongying and Zhou Mingxuan were both extremely exhausted in terms of their true energy, and they were increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed, feeling powerless. This was because they were intimidated by the fierce and fiery intent in the opponent's fist.
The weapons in the hands of the two men were deformed as they performed their movements.
boom!
Yang Silang threw a punch with each hand.
Both the two-handed sword and the soft red rope were knocked out of their hands at the same time.
Zhou Mingxuan and Fu Hongying staggered backward, their backs slamming heavily against the wall, leaving them covered in dust before they finally came to a stop.
Yang Silang put away his boxing stance.
Zhou Mingxuan and Fu Hongying were both exhausted, and he hadn't even warmed up yet, so he didn't get to play to his full potential.
However, it did confirm his thoughts: he had completely absorbed the divine intent of water and fire, and he had fully integrated it into the Five Elements Fist, making it his own.
Another change.
After all, the true meaning of the Martial Saint also includes the spirit and will of the Martial Saint.
He discovered that he could keenly spot the weaknesses in Zhou and Fu's moves, and as if by instinct, he knew where to attack to be effective.
Furthermore, after watching the two perform martial arts for several days, he used his spiritual sense to deduce that he was able to use the Wind Chasing Sword and the Soft Red Rope with remarkable skill, even though he had never encountered them before.
It should be understood that a Grandmaster can at most cultivate one or two minor techniques, while only a Golden Marrow Grandmaster can achieve the ability to embrace all styles and learn from all sources.
Because of its vast internal energy, once cultivated to its full potential, it can penetrate the core of various martial arts, and master other techniques with ease and speed.
Yang Silang didn't know if it was a gift from Du Mohu, Mu Canghu, or the old pine tree, or perhaps all three. He had also vaguely grasped some of the true meaning. His true energy was several times that of ordinary people, and now it seemed as if he had touched this threshold ahead of time.
Even "simple" martial arts like the Washing Stream Hand and the Chasing Wind Sword can be basically reproduced after watching them a few times, and their power is even stronger than the original.