super optimized

Chapter 201 Bloody Battle [1]

"Gurgling~~"

There was an inexplicable sound of bones shaking, just like a tiger stretching and shaking its body!
"Wow!"

He bent his legs, jumped violently, grabbed with both hands, and leaned back. Sun Dewei burst out with all his strength, and Zhang Wufeng could clearly feel the sonic boom!
The terrifying internal energy really frightened Zhang Wufeng to the extreme.

This time, what he saw was no longer a human, but a tiger, a ferocious predatory tiger. The brutal movements were so shocking.

Even when the performance was over, Zhang Wufeng was still shocked.

If I were to describe my feelings, I would use just one word: like!

Really! Really too much like it! For a person to play a tiger to this extent, it is not just lifelike, but vivid!

At that moment, Zhang Wufeng felt as if he heard the roar of a tiger and the roar of a tiger pouncing on its prey. The shock in his heart was self-evident.

Su Ru was relatively calm, but her beautiful eyes were also deeply stimulated.

"Spiritual! It really is spiritual, but humans are not tigers after all. No matter how much the imitation is, it is not a tiger!" Su Ru muttered to herself, which made Sun Dewei, who felt that he had fought well, suddenly freeze in place.

His face turned red, white, blue, and purple. He was sometimes happy and sometimes confused. He stood like this for nearly ten minutes.

"Hu~~"

He exhaled a long breath, which lasted for nearly three minutes. The horrifying exhalation made Zhang Wufeng feel deeply moved.

It's not that there are no strong people in this world, but that people who are not qualified and have little experience cannot see strong people. People of the same level can only know people of similar level.

……

After exhaling this breath, Sun Dewei's whole body felt as if he had fallen into a river, and sweat dripped down like rain.

He took a few deep breaths and gradually calmed down. He looked at Su Ru with a smile and didn't say much, but nodded respectfully towards her.

Su Ru smiled generously, and her bright eyes showed a little more joy as she said, "Grandpa Sun, congratulations!"

"Hahaha, no problem. You just woke me up! I feel comfortable competing with those eight dirty old guys again." Sun Dewei said happily, and Zhang Wufeng was in a very good mood as well.

It seems that when teaching others, the bottleneck that has troubled Sun Dewei for a long time has been completely broken through.

Yes, no matter how much you learn to be like a tiger, if you are not a tiger, what’s the point?

For most people, it is better to give up on such a realm as soon as possible. First, just focus on learning the tiger's form and spirit, and then consider the question of whether it looks like a tiger or not.

Because this is a gradual process, it does not mean that Grandpa Sun’s practice method is wrong.

Zhang Wufeng was now trying his best to imitate the tiger form. He was most impressed by the tiger form. Cai Zhiqiang's martial arts training memories had become his. He had mastered all of Cai Zhiqiang's special skills, so naturally he was deeply impressed.

However, Cai Zhiqiang is similar in appearance, to a realistic level, but not in spirit.

The actual process is divided into four types: similar in form but not in spirit, similar in form but not in spirit, similar in spirit but not in form, and similar in spirit and in form.

Sun Dewei has reached the fourth level, and now that he is seeking a breakthrough, he has returned to the first level. The form is not similar, the spirit is not similar, but reaching the first level is a return to the original.

Of course, there has been some improvement in strength, but it is not the true return to nature as mentioned in the legend.

When boxing, there is no trace of deliberate imitation, and there is no need to care about whether it is similar or not. Only in this way can the punches you throw be given spirituality with all your heart!
Teaching others is also teaching yourself, breaking through the shackles, perhaps this is what it means to be a good person and get rewarded.

"Xiao Zhang, how do you feel?" Sun Dewei asked with a smile.

"Well, I'm deeply touched. I can feel the meaning, spirit and energy of the fist. The fist thrown in this way is indeed extraordinary!" Zhang Wufeng said with deep agreement.

"Yes, so this spirit is what warriors pursue and cultivate. It may seem ethereal, but it is not. When you practice, you must make it an instinct and integrate it into your bones!

When you eat, sleep, walk, go to the toilet, etc., you can think carefully and brew the mystery between each move, so that you can attack instinctively, and you can randomly perform any move to connect into different ways to fight the enemy..." Sun Dewei said seriously and carefully.

Zhang Wufeng listened attentively, while Su Ru looked deeply at Sun Dewei and listened to his story attentively. Her lively eyes seemed to reveal real spirituality.

"The half-step collapse fist I taught you is different from the Xingyi collapse fist. In terms of technique, many people think that the route of the collapse fist is a straight line, a straight punch action. In fact, this view is one-sided. Analyzing from the technical movements of the collapse fist, it does not move in a straight line, but contains a certain arc in its movement process. When the forward-step collapse fist changes to the twisted-step collapse fist, or the twisted-step collapse fist changes to the forward-step collapse fist, the back fist is thrown forward along the forearm of the front hand, which contains a downward pressure force, and the fist surface has a forward push force. At the moment of exerting force, the forearm has the force to wrap forward and drill upward. To exert these forces, it is not possible to do so in a straight line..."

Sun Dewei's lecture lasted from noon to around three in the afternoon. Even though the servants brought him food, he did not eat. Zhang Wufeng and Su Ru were also hungry and listened attentively.

Especially Su Ru, her concentration in listening made Zhang Wufeng slightly surprised. Su Ru was transformed. Could she become a genius in cultivation?
After Sun Dewei finished explaining the secrets of the Half-Step Collapse Fist, it was already 3:40 in the afternoon.

And Zhang Wufeng, according to Sun Dewei's instructions, focused on practicing the Half-Step Collapse Fist, and he was very good at it. At least, Sun Dewei nodded in praise.

Zhang Wufeng has no internal strength. His internal strength is actually crystal power. The little internal strength generated in his body is not enough for the crystal power to absorb, but the crystal power he exerts is more powerful than internal strength.

With strength, reaction, speed and wisdom, the so-called Half-Step Collapse Punch is actually not as difficult as imagined.

Perhaps Su Ru was optimized thoroughly, her comprehension ability improved, and she could grasp a kind of "spirituality" in everything. She just subconsciously put on airs, which made the muscles on Sun Dewei's face stunned for a moment, and then twitched for a long time before recovering. That extremely wonderful expression was really funny.

"Alas, I shouldn't have agreed to Lao Liu's request. Xiaoru, you have such great talent, but I drove my own apprentice away. I feel so ashamed!"

Sun Dewei's muttering to himself made Zhang Wufeng and Su Ru laugh.

"Grandpa Sun, in Su Ru's heart, you will always be her master." Su Ru said with a smile.

"Haha, Xiaoru, you are still sensible. Your teacher is very pleased!" Sun Dewei was so happy that the gaps between his eyebrows disappeared and his eyes narrowed into a line.

Although Su Ru did not perform the breaking punch, neither Zhang Wufeng nor Sun Dewei had any doubt about her talent.

At this time, Zhang Wufeng also vaguely knew that the optimization of crystal mist, for a person, might only target a special attribute, and Su Ru might be a kind of "spirituality".

Su Ru bears the most energy, and it is directed in one direction. Her soul has been tempered by the hard life she has experienced since childhood. Once she has mastered the laws of things, it is normal for her to become stronger.

Zhang Wufeng thought to himself, and he was also very pleased. For him, because he had many abilities and the crystal force and crystal mist were still needed to maintain the crystal space, it was understandable that he could not compare with Su Ru in a special place.

But although Su Ru is smart, her IQ may not be that much higher. When she meets Sun Feifei, she might still be tricked by her.

Therefore, if you focus on genetic optimization in one direction, the optimization effect will be terrifying!
After some random guessing and calculation, Zhang Wufeng understood these doubts and felt relieved.

At this time, Zhang Wufeng was about to speak when he suddenly felt a dull, oppressive, bloody smell coming. He looked up and saw a group of eight people coming into this not particularly large courtyard.

Of the eight people, five were dressed in black, black coats, black sweatpants, and black sneakers, while three of them wore blue cloth coats and had crew cuts.

Among these eight people, except for two old women in their sixties wearing black clothes, the rest were all men between the ages of forty and seventy.

The one walking in the front was an old man who looked to be in his seventies, with white hair and wearing a black cloth gown. He had a bright and reserved look in his eyes, a prominent gleam on both sides of his temples, a shiny forehead, a high eagle-like nose, and prominent cheekbones on both sides of his face.

Seeing this man, Sun Dewei's face darkened and he said, "Ding San'ou, you brought a group of Bajimen here, what does this mean?"

"What do you mean? Old man Sun, you came here to make friends through martial arts! I heard that there is a master who is very good at fighting. I, Ding, am not very talented, but I would also like to learn a few moves from him!"

The old man nicknamed 'Ding San Elbow' spoke in a cold tone, and an invisible warrior's majestic aura emanated from him as he spoke.

Zhang Wufeng looked at this person and felt a little nervous. His eyebrows suddenly twitched without any warning.

Sure enough, after beating the old one, an even older one comes.

"Wufeng is a junior, just a disciple of the Eight Elders of Xingyi School. He is only a second-generation disciple. You are bullying the weak with your strength. You are really disregarding the ethics of the martial arts world!" Sun Dewei said in a cold tone and without any politeness.

"Old man Sun, others are afraid of your Half-Step Collapse Fist, but I want to feel what's so scary about it. I hope I won't be beaten and unable to fight for three years like a few years ago! As for the second-generation disciples, I, Ding, am also a second-generation disciple now. I just worshipped Ding Dahe as my master today, and he taught me the Three-Legged Kung Fu! Hahahahaha, second-generation disciples against second-generation disciples, this is not considered bullying the younger generation!" The old man in the black coat said with a sneer.
-
Today is the 6th update. I am about to vomit blood...

(End of this chapter)