Chapter 383 Fist of Steel

After Wei Feng finished today's class, he took Zhou Wen to the practice ground. However, the practice ground he took Zhou Wen to was not the one for students, but a practice ground specially for instructors.

Students naturally cannot come here on normal days, only instructors can practice here.

"How do you want to practice?" Wei Feng used a separate practice room and asked Zhou Wen after changing into combat uniform.

"Pure boxing combat training." Zhou Wen said.

"We can have actual combat training, but you are still only at the Legendary level. I can only suppress my own strength..." Before Wei Feng finished speaking, a human-shaped light and shadow appeared on Zhou Wen's body, and then the human-shaped light and shadow merged into Zhou Wen's body, making Zhou Wen's entire body seem to be radiating light.

"You have condensed your soul and advanced to the epic level?" Wei Feng looked at Zhou Wen in surprise. When he was Zhou Wen's age, he was still just a mortal. Zhou Wen had already condensed his soul. This was really too fast.

Even though Wei Feng had seen many geniuses in his mentoring career in recent years, this was the first time he had seen someone promoted to epic level at such a young age as Zhou Wen.

"Yes, so please do your best, Master, and don't show any mercy," Zhou Wen said.

"Don't worry, I won't show any mercy." Wei Feng laughed, thinking to himself, "To be able to advance to the Epic level at such a young age, you can be said to be an unparalleled talent. However, you are still too young. Level does not represent your true combat power. Let me teach you a good lesson and let you know how important actual combat experience is in battle."

Wei Feng looked at Zhou Wen's clothes and said, "Do you have an armor-type companion pet?"

"Yes." Zhou Wen replied.

"Put it on. In actual combat training, it's inevitable that you won't be able to stop yourself in time. It would be bad if you get hurt." Wei Feng said.

"Okay." Zhou Wen felt that this was correct, so he summoned the mutated stone demon armor and put it on to ensure his safety.

"Well, let's start now." Wei Feng was not like other mentors. He did not wait for Zhou Wen to make a move first, but punched him directly. However, he did not use his own soul.

Wei Feng's punches were fast and powerful, but they were just pure boxing techniques without using any vital energy skills. With the blessing of the ancient emperor's soul, Zhou Wen used the Seven Scattering Palms he had learned.

These seven palm techniques are the essence extracted by Wang Mingyuan from seven different palm techniques. Each move has its own unique features, and the seven moves have seven different artistic conceptions. Zhou Wen has practiced them very proficiently and can bring out the characteristics of the seven palm techniques, but when it comes to comprehending the artistic conception, he is naturally still a little short.

It’s not that Zhou Wen’s comprehension is not good enough and he can’t comprehend the artistic conception of the Seven Scattering Palms, but because he usually doesn’t have many opportunities to use the palm technique.

With sharp weapons like the Bajian and the bamboo sword in his hands, he would naturally not fight against the dimensional creatures with his bare hands when killing monsters, and he rarely had the opportunity to use palm techniques.

Wei Feng initially wanted to use his experience and boxing skills to teach Zhou Wen a lesson, but after fighting for a while, he found that he could not gain the upper hand over Zhou Wen in boxing.

Zhou Wen's palm technique seemed varied and could cope with various situations. What was even more terrifying was that this guy didn't look like a student at all. He looked more like a veteran who had been tempered on the battlefield and survived. His combat experience was not inferior to his.

Wei Feng and Zhou Wen fought for more than ten minutes, and Wei Feng could not find any flaws in Zhou Wen. Zhou Wen was not only experienced in combat, but also incredibly steady. There was no trace of impetuousness in his palm techniques. Wei Feng tried to set a trap several times to lure Zhou Wen into taking the risk of attacking him, but Zhou Wen was completely unmoved.

"Is this guy really only sixteen or seventeen years old?" Wei Feng found it a little hard to believe. Firstly, Zhou Wen had too much combat experience, and secondly, he had such a calm personality, which was not what a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy should have.

He had also "educated" other talented young men. Even if those talented young men appeared calm and composed on the surface, they would become hot-blooded if provoked a little in actual combat, and he would seize the opportunity to teach them a lesson.

The Zhou Wen in front of him was completely different. He was as calm as a mountain, so steady that he could not be more steady. No matter how Wei Feng tempted him, he remained unmoved.

Wei Feng had no idea that although Zhou Wen was young, he had extremely rich combat experience in the game. The reason why he was so calm was partly due to his personality, but the main reason was that he had experienced too many deaths in the game and had experienced all kinds of death trials, which made him think more than the average young man and gradually developed a habit of caution.

Seeing Zhou Wen's expression, Wei Feng felt that if he continued to fight him like this, even if the fight lasted until the end of the world, there would be no result.

"We really can't underestimate the young people nowadays. Since he has already used his life soul, I don't need to be polite anymore." Wei Feng thought and summoned his life soul.

His soul was a boxing glove that appeared on his right hand. It looked like it was made of steel, wrapping up his entire right fist and the back of his forearm, making it look like a mechanical arm.

"You have to be careful. My soul is called Steel Fist. Although it is not very eye-catching, it has powerful abilities." As Wei Feng said this, his right hand wrapped in Steel Fist suddenly slammed towards Zhou Wen.

Wei Feng's boxing style looked vigorous and powerful, but in fact, it was very subtle. Coupled with his rich combat experience, Zhou Wen could only barely block Wei Feng's attack with all his strength, and could not find any chance to counterattack for the time being.

Now that Wei Feng had used his Life Soul, Zhou Wen was not surprised but happy, because the pressure Wei Feng had put on him before was obviously not enough. Now that he had used his Life Soul, he should have used all his strength.

Originally, Zhou Wen was still wondering what the purpose of Wei Feng's Steel Fist Soul was, but when Wei Feng punched over, he saw holes around the Steel Fist that spewed out white smoke like steam, pushing Wei Feng's fist, and it suddenly burst out with unparalleled speed, more than twice as fast as before.

Because they were practicing fighting, Zhou Wen did not use any body movements to dodge, but forcibly took Wei Feng's punch with his palm.

Bang!

When his fists and palms collided, Zhou Wen felt a huge force that made his arm numb, and his body involuntarily lifted off the ground and flew backwards.

Zhou Wen tumbled in the air for a few times, unloading the huge force. When he landed on the ground, his arms were still numb and his palms were trembling slightly.

"I told you to be careful. The Steel Fist has a great effect on enhancing my speed and strength. I only used one-third of my strength just now." Wei Feng said with a little pride.

"Come again." Zhou Wen took a step forward and attacked again. He had already sensed the ancient emperor's soul's restlessness, and his heart was beating violently.

I got up late, and the next chapter will be out about half an hour later.

(End of this chapter)