strokinit Chapter 114 Power Right Action
Chapter 114 Power Right Action
Lin Mu stood in the center of the training ground, with the pool of blood that Quan Youqing had spat out beneath his feet.
He straightened his back, his gaze passing over the silent Nascent Soul disciples, over the scattered swords, spears, and halberds, and over the Quan family's battle flags fluttering in the wind at the edge of the training ground.
Is anyone else here?
"You can't beat me even with the Transformation Realm."
The voice wasn't loud, but every word carried immense weight.
At the edge of the training ground, the expressions of several Core Formation disciples changed.
Quan Youqing was still lying on the ground, her right arm hanging limply at her side, and blood still dripping from the corner of her mouth.
He is the strongest cultivator in the Quan family, so it seems that what Lin Mu said was true.
They looked at each other in bewilderment, and finally a young man dressed in a light blue outfit, taller and thinner than Quan Youqing, stepped out from the crowd.
"Power moves to the right, condensing the elixir."
He didn't waste any unnecessary words.
With a tremor of his arms, the beast-like markings of the Golden-Winged Phoenix spread from the back of its neck to its arms, the pale golden lines gleaming with an extremely thin and sharp luster in the morning light.
The patterns on her wrists were denser and longer than those on Quan Youqing's wrists, extending from her wrists all the way to her shoulder blades, and then from her shoulder blades to the back of her neck, covering her entire upper body with pale gold patterns.
The golden-winged beast pattern of the Core Formation Realm cultivator caused a slight ripple in the surrounding air simply by standing there.
Quan Youxing took a step forward.
As he landed, the loess blasted open a crater the size of a bucket, and he transformed into a golden streak of light, covering ten feet in an instant, accompanied by a sharp sonic boom.
The streak of light left a long golden tail, splitting the yellow earth on the ground in two with the shockwave, and leaving the dust behind in mid-air.
The next second, he was already in front of Lin Mu.
"You hit it."
Some of the onlookers shouted excitedly.
"Quan Youxing's Golden-Winged Kite cannot compare to the fully formed form, but it can still easily defeat ordinary Core Formation experts."
Their excited chatter lasted for less than a moment before it abruptly stopped.
Quan Youxing's fist slammed into the chest of "Lin Mu," but the fist passed through nothing but air.
A phantom image.
The figure in the short, gray cloth robe vanished the instant his fist touched it, like a mirror struck by a pebble.
Quan Youxing's pupils suddenly contracted.
His speed just now had reached 70% of its maximum; it was impossible for someone with the Transformation Realm to dodge it.
But he caught a glimpse of a gray shadow out of the corner of his eye.
At the same instant he threw his right fist, Lin Mu had already used his sudden wind step to propel himself three zhang away.
It wasn't that it was faster than his punch, but that it had already moved before he even threw the punch.
Lin Mu touched the ground with his right foot, blasting a shallow pit in the yellow earth, and used the force to spin around.
The body-strengthening technique was activated instantly, and the cocoon of energy in the dantian suddenly tightened, with the cocoon chain spreading from the dantian all the way to the fist.
He threw a punch at Quan Youxing's astonished gaze.
The two fists collided in mid-air.
A deep, crisp sound reverberated, causing the flags beside the training ground to flutter wildly.
The moment their fists collided, Lin Mu felt that his fist was no longer empowered by the Book of Ten Thousand People, and he no longer had that overwhelming feeling of "all the mountains and rivers belong to me".
But what replaced it was a very subtle understanding.
As he pushed off the ground, he used the terrain to his advantage, and the earth gave him a strong reaction force unlike anything he usually experienced.
If it was originally a rebound, this time it seems like the land is pushing him out.
A tremendous force rose from the ground, flowing along the cocoon chain and into the fist, its power as heavy as a mountain.
Both men took a half step back at the same time, their strength evenly matched.
The training ground fell silent for a moment.
Then it exploded.
"How could he possibly go toe-to-toe with Quan Youxing?"
"You Qingxing's power has reached a thousand pounds. Although he has no forward momentum, it is simply not something that can be resisted by a master of internal energy."
Quan Youxing looked down at his fist, and when he looked up again, his eyes had changed.
His arms jolted again.
The golden-winged phoenix's animal markings continued to spread upwards from its arms, crawling from its shoulder blades to the back of its neck, and from the back of its neck to its cheeks.
Extremely faint and fine golden lines intertwine at the corners of the eyes to form two tiny golden feather patterns.
Faint, thin golden feather patterns appeared on his arms, each feather looking as if it had been carved by a blade, gleaming with a cold, sharp light in the morning light.
"Next, there may be a life-threatening situation."
He raised his eyes, and Lin Mu's figure was reflected in his pupils surrounded by golden patterns.
"To war?"
Lin Mu reached into his robes, pulled out the Broken Mountains and Rivers, and tightened the strap around his wrist.
The bone-forged gauntlets gleamed with a deep, dark gold luster in the morning light, with slight bulges at the knuckles. When the fist was clenched, dark gold patterns rose along the curve of the knuckles to the knuckles.
Then he put on the second one, raised his head, and his eyes were sharp.
That means, "If it's war, then let's fight."
Quan Youxing took a step forward.
The crater created by the explosion of the loess soil with this step was larger and deeper than before, and the person once again transformed into a golden stream of light.
Before the sonic boom in the air had even dissipated, he had already appeared in front of Lin Mu, his right fist aimed straight for his chest.
Lin Mu stepped aside, the fist grazing his clothes.
But Quan Youxing's left fist followed, then his right fist, left fist, right fist—clang clang clang, golden fist shadows poured down like a storm.
The punches didn't produce a muffled thud when they hit the air, but rather a sharp and dense clanging sound, like countless hammers striking an anvil simultaneously.
The punches were too frequent.
Lin Mu had no choice but to push his internal energy-transforming fist technique to its limit, spreading his mind to every part of his body, trying his best to capture every punch from Quan Youxing.
He dodged and weaved amidst the golden fist shadows, sometimes sidestepping by a hair's breadth, sometimes ducking to avoid a narrow gap, and sometimes using a sudden gust of wind to propel himself away and create distance.
As he observed, the golden-winged phoenix's animal patterns were constantly being disassembled, reassembled, and repeated in his mind.
But the other party was moving too fast, and the observation progress was extremely slow. It was like using an oil lamp to illuminate a wild horse, only occasionally catching a few blurry outlines.
Even more ferocious was the opponent's punching power.
The immense power that had been evenly matched just moments before now seemed to be slowly being crushed.
Quan Youxing's punches became heavier, and after the beast patterns spread to his arms, each punch was at least three times heavier than before.
Lin Mu took several punches head-on, and his hands began to go numb. He was also knocked back several steps.
He staggered backward on the training ground, each step carving a shallow furrow in the loess soil.
But as he retreated, the myriad methods of martial arts were slowly completing the final piece of the puzzle.
After observing, you can replicate the skill: Golden Wing Kung Fu.
Whether it will be a replica.
He silently said "yes" to himself.
A surge of extremely light, sharp, and fast energy memory flooded into his dantian. The power path of the Golden Wing Technique ran from his heart to his limbs, and the trajectory of the beast patterns and the timing of the speed bursts were all engraved into the myriad methods of martial arts.
Quan Youxing threw another punch.
This time, Lin Mu did not dodge.
He anticipated Quan Youxing's punch before he even threw it.
As he dodged the punch to the side, the short-range power of the Mountain-Crushing Fist was already unleashed.
Quan Youxing sidestepped to block, and their fists met, evenly matched.
Then came the second, third, and fourth punches. Lin Mu's punches became increasingly steady, while Quan Youxing's punches seemed to be subtly pushed back.
It's not that he's weaker; it's that his fighting style has been figured out.
Every punch from the Golden Wing Skill was within Lin Mu's expectations.
At the edge of the training ground, none of the Core Formation disciples who had been making a fuss just moments before uttered a sound.
Manager Lin Shan lowered his eyelids, suppressing the fleeting look of surprise in his eyes.