(The descriptions of martial arts in this chapter are merely a reference point for the protagonist's growth and will not appear extensively in later chapters. Readers who do not like this chapter can skip it.)
The bet between Lin Dong and Ling Feifan did nothing to calm Ling Xiaoxiao's troubled mind, and Lin Dong's confident attitude only deepened her worries.
Regardless of whether Lin Dong's guess is correct, it's always good to be cautious.
If they discover that this land is a huge pit, the Ling family can still get out in time.
Ling Xiaoxiao immediately arranged for Ling Feifan to find an excavator, while also coordinating with relevant departments.
Before anything is settled, everything must be kept secret, especially from our arch-enemy Mo family.
...
While the Ling siblings were busy arranging work, Lin Dong and Nie Yongchun, one old and one young, stood under a sycamore tree and chatted idly.
"Young friend Lin, what is the name of the boxing style passed down in your sect?"
"Observing your movements, I find both the fierce power of Bajiquan and the subtle grace of Xiaoqinna (small grappling) techniques; it's quite unusual."
Nie Yongchun asked, puzzled.
“My master said that our school’s early techniques did indeed draw inspiration from Bajiquan and Dislocation Hand, but we have further integrated the two styles. The name of the technique is: Nameless.”
"nameless?"
Nie Yongchun's lips twitched slightly. Who are you trying to fool? If you don't want to talk about it, fine, but you're making up some nameless martial arts technique to evade the question.
"Elder Nie, don't disbelieve me, because my technique is actually not profound. The secret is only two words: fast and strong."
"Oh? What is fast? What is strong?"
"To be able to anticipate and attack before the enemy can react is called speed; to strike the enemy's vitals and kill them with one blow is called strength."
"Young friend Lin, you are mistaken. No matter how fast a person is, can they be faster than a bullet? No matter how strong a person is, can they be stronger than a nuclear bomb?"
Therefore, the path of martial arts progresses from the outside in, cultivating qi to reach all the meridians and internal organs. Only when one can achieve the state where the mind directs qi with the mind, transforming the intangible into the tangible, and then transforming the tangible into the penetrating, can one enter the pinnacle of martial arts, the realm of a grandmaster.
As Nie Yongchun was speaking, a sycamore leaf happened to fall in front of him, and he gently waved his right hand.
"call out!"
With a soft cutting sound, the withered yellow leaf was neatly cut in half, becoming two pieces.
This old man's palm strike was as powerful as a sharp blade cutting through paper; he truly deserves the title of "Hand Chop"!
"Young friend Lin, even the strongest fist can't break a soft leaf in two."
The sycamore leaf, cut in two by a knife, drifted down to Nie Yongchun's feet, just three inches away from touching the mud.
At this moment, Lin Dong moved. In a flash, he had already traversed several meters of space.
His right leg shot out like lightning, and two withered leaves that were about to fall to the ground mysteriously floated back into the air.
Then, a cracking sound rang out in the air, and dozens of fist shadows, indistinguishable to the naked eye, struck two broken leaves in mid-air.
"Crack! Crack! Crack... Bang!"
As the final punch was delivered, the two remaining leaves vanished from the air.
Two withered leaves have turned into countless yellowish fragments filling the sky...
From dodging and kicking out to shattering the fallen leaves, Lin Dong only took one and a half seconds to complete the entire process.
"If I'm fast enough, I can do what bullets can't. Similarly, even the lightest leaf is still an object. If I can't break it with one punch, I'll take dozens or even a hundred."
Lin Dong raised his eyebrows and said in a very pretentious manner.
Nie Yongchun was dumbfounded; Lin Dong's move just now was simply too fast.
His exquisite kick, with its powerful force, sent two fallen leaves flying back into the air. As a peak-level expert in internal energy cultivation, Nie Yongchun believed he could do the same.
But, is that speed of dozens of punches in the next second even human?
Nie Yongchun shook his head and smiled bitterly:
"Lin Dong, how did you develop such an insane punching speed?"
"Would you believe me if I said it was innate?"
"Pah, stop showing off."
...
The old man and the young man rolled their eyes at each other, then burst into laughter at the same time.
Suddenly, Lin Dong felt as if he were in a movie, as if he had entered the 1994 film "Fist of Legend":
In the movie, Funakoshi Fumio and Chen Zhen, one old and one young, admire each other and discuss philosophy in front of Huo Yuanjia's grave.
The current scene is strikingly similar to a scene from a movie.
The difference is that this discussion at the tomb is no longer about Huo Yuanjia's tomb, but about the soon-to-be-discovered ancient tomb of the Han King.
Whether it's virtual or reality, or the passage of a thousand years, everything seems to converge at this moment.
This feeling is strange, yet incredibly real.
...
Therefore, in the face of the system's cheat-like abilities, things like martial arts realms are all insignificant.
Because no one knows that his growth into strength all stems from the Black Gold System.
Theoretically, the more black gold he has, the stronger he becomes. But how strong can he ultimately become? Nobody knows.
(P.S.: This book does not focus on martial arts; it only has the passion and excitement of the underworld. The division of martial arts realms that appear in the book are only used as a reference for the protagonist to become stronger later on, and will not be described in much detail.)
Nie Yongchun's hand knife
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
