Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 128 No Return
Zhang Xinglie let go of his hand and said helplessly: "It naturally stimulated the power of body refining, and I couldn't control it well."

"Is the burst of body training so fierce? I feel like your strength has suddenly doubled."

Zhang Xinglie retreated while saying, "My physical talent is quite strong, and it has become significantly stronger since I entered the body refining stage."

"Come, let's have the second match. I want to see how your mind-image is. If it were in our Yunhua, how far would it rank?"

"Come!"

The two men circulated their true Qi, but did not release it externally. They only competed in martial arts moves.

There were Bagua clouds under Zhou Leng's feet and body, and his fists and palms were rushing like mountains and waves. Occasionally, he raised his legs to fly like clouds, using the purest attacking moves.

Zhang Xinglie also used Chongshan Fist, and his feet were so strong that the ground was cracked.

Different from Zhou Leng's graceful movement, Zhang Xinglie's footwork was extremely ferocious, and at first glance it looked like he might kick someone at any time.

It is indeed true, the ground cracks, the ground cracks when you step on it, and people crack when you lift your feet.

Combined with the corresponding Fenyue Leg, it is extremely fierce.

The two men's fists collided, their arms collided, and the sound of popping was endless.

The two figures, one leaping like a bird, the other charging like a rhinoceros, were fighting back and forth, difficult to tell apart.

"I'm going to use the split-leg kick!"

After Zhang Xinglie finished speaking, his aura suddenly changed, and he became like a giant mountain.

Every step, every punch, every kick, is filled with an indomitable spirit.

Zhou Leng was not afraid at all and took the initiative to meet him.

bang bang bang...

clap clap clap...

The loud voice echoed throughout the martial arts room.

After a while, Zhou Leng actually gained the upper hand and Zhang Xinglie kept retreating.

After more than thirty moves, Zhang Xinglie's momentum increased again.

Zhou Leng began to retreat slowly, with even a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Because, although Zhang Xinglie cannot split his mind and merge multiple images into one, he gives people the feeling that he is very much like the man in black in the Heavenly Stage.

I am the only one in the world, and once I punch, there is no turning back.

Slowly, Zhang Xinglie's moves became faster and faster.

The advantages of the body refining period are fully unleashed.

Zhou Leng’s consciousness could keep up, but his body was ultimately no match for Zhang Xinglie, who was in the body refining stage and had super physical talents.

Finally, both sides stopped.

Zhou Leng asked doubtfully: "How did you do it?"

Zhang Xinglie chuckled and said, "You had a great encounter in the Heavenly Stage, and I got Xiantian's guidance. I also made progress by fighting with masters every day in Yunhua. This is the 'No Return Fighting Method', which is very simple to explain."

"It means having an invincible and fearless heart. It doesn't mean that you can definitely defeat the opponent now, but that you firmly believe that you will defeat the opponent one day."

“With this mentality, no matter who I meet, I will feel that if I win this battle, I win, and if I don’t, the experience I have accumulated will give me a better chance of winning the next battle.”

"Even if I meet Li Shenkong, I will still fight with all my might, unlike others who shrink back."

Zhou Leng nodded, recalling the black-clad man's tactics.

There are more or less shadows of the no-return tactics.

Zhang Xinglie asked, "Your mind-splitting skills are also very strong, but this kind of indoor battle is not suitable for you. If I were in a complex environment, my reckless fighting style would be restricted and I would probably fall into your hands."

"Losing is losing, no excuses. Come on, let's fight."

The two men took a horse stance, stretched out their arms, and pressed their four palms against each other.

As the two sides fought, their hearts were shocked and their eyes became more focused.

In Zhou Leng's perception, Zhang Xinglie's Ten Directions Storm Art was swift and fierce, like a passing typhoon, destroying everything in its path. If he were a little weaker, he would be smashed to pieces in an instant.

In Zhang Xinglie's perception, Zhou Leng's true energy was vast and boundless, layered upon layer, endless, like a vast ocean.

Zhou Lengxin moved, and used the method that old man Song Juesi had used before, combining the properties of the Dielang Palm and the Zhenhai Map to transform his true energy.

Like a whirlpool, like a river, like a wave, like an undercurrent, like a mighty sea, like a long river...

At the beginning, Zhang Xinglie could still hold on, but Zhou Leng's true Qi was not weaker than his, and his control over true Qi was far superior to his.

But after a moment, Zhang Xinglie's body began to shake.

Like a lone boat in the stormy sea.

Not long after, Zhang Xinglie fell backwards and quickly put his hands together to support himself on the ground.

"There's something wrong with your true Qi. Has it reached its limit?" Zhang Xinglie looked at Zhou Leng in surprise.

Zhou Leng nodded.

Zhang Xinglie grinned and said, "Amazing! I thought I was the only one among us who was at the extreme level. Great! I have a feeling that the quality of your true qi is actually better than mine. It's just that you haven't practiced for enough time and haven't been able to fully integrate it."

Zhou Leng said: "Your vision is indeed extraordinary."

Zhou Leng now visualizes the Zhenhai Map every day, and he knows very well that what he has learned is not even a fraction of what it actually is.

The power of Zhenhaitu is far beyond imagination.

However, such a powerful Zhenhaitu seems to be only a part of the complete technique.

Zhang Xinglie looked at Zhou Leng carefully and said, "Your overall strength now can only be ranked in the lower level in Yunhua. In terms of actual combat, you can be ranked in the middle. In terms of potential, you are definitely not inferior to me."

"You're such a compliment."

"No, no, no, I calculated it based on your growth over the past few months and your Heavenly Rank."

Zhang Xinglie continued: "Although the Heavenly Stage is only the first level, the weakest Heavenly Stage, it is not an ordinary thing after all."

"Look at Rao Mingxian. He didn't have much potential back then, but now he's making great strides and is even on the verge of breaking into the top 20 of the Rucheng Freshman Ranking."

"You're one step ahead of him. You're in the top ten in potential. That's reasonable, right?"

Zhou Leng said, "Rao Mingxian must have accumulated a lot of experience, and the accumulated medicinal power has begun to take effect." Zhang Xinglie frowned and said, "Maybe it's been a long time since we met, I feel that Rao Mingxian seems different from before. Forget it, forget about him, let's continue to spar."

The two of them exchanged ideas and learned from each other.

After the exchange, they discussed martial arts with each other.

Zhou Leng mainly talks about his experience in splitting the mind, controlling the true qi and gaining the heavenly rank.

Zhang Xinglie focused on the momentum, techniques and what he gained from Yunhua Wuda.

The two of them confirmed each other's ideas, and from time to time recorded each other's content on the magic watch to be studied repeatedly in the future.

They practiced until the second half of the night, and the two simply asked the martial arts gym for mats and thin blankets and slept directly in the martial arts room.

In the morning, they woke up.

They found the nearest bun shop and continued to talk about martial arts while eating.

As they were talking, they talked about Shanheyuan, the top freshman in Rucheng.

Zhang Xinglie said with emotion: "Shanheyuan is very strong. Not only is his strength strong, but his Qi is also strong. With these two advantages, Qi control is no longer a shortcoming."

Zhou Leng put down the bun and asked, "If you fight him in real life, how will you win?"

Zhang Xinglie thought for a moment and said, "I am sure of the new life under Shanheyuan. As for Shanheyuan, it is hard to say. I guess I can only use guerrilla warfare to consume his physical strength and true energy. If I can't outlast him, it is hard to say."

There were four young men sitting at the next table. One of them laughed and said, "Dude, you are quite arrogant."

Zhang Xinglie smiled and said nothing.

Zhou Leng glanced at the man and said, "He just came back from Yunhua."

The four of them were stunned for a moment, then they all lowered their heads to drink their porridge.

There was one person whose bowl was clearly empty, but he still lowered his head and drank.

After eating, the two walked out of the bun shop and continued chatting.

"If we want to win Shanheyuan, there are basically only two ways."

"One is speed and flexibility. Humans mainly rely on this method when fighting larger opponents. Those battlefield videos are almost all like this."

"The second is to obtain a powerful extraordinary body. No matter which of the four types of Qi, blood, body, or strength, one is qualified to compete."

"Shanheyuan's strength is based on the body of a giant. It is equivalent to having an extra body of a strange body over us. If we can make up for the difference in body of a strange body, everything will be fine..."

The two returned to the martial arts room in Minghe Martial Arts Hall and started sparring again.

Soon, people who had eaten yesterday arrived one after another.

Zhou Leng stepped back, and Zhang Xinglie gave instructions to everyone.

Zhang Xinglie occasionally asked Zhou Leng for guidance, but Zhou Leng declined.

Zhang Xinglie knew that Zhou Leng didn't like Zhang Yang, so he didn't invite him again.

The others looked at Zhou Leng with regret. He was poisoned and was afraid that he would not be able to make any further progress.

At noon, everyone had a simple lunch and then saw Zhang Xinglie off.

Zhou Leng and Rao Mingxian are familiar with each other and they run back to Ruda together.

The two chatted as they ran, from martial arts to school, from life to miscellaneous matters.

We both gained a lot from communicating with other friends over the past two days.

There are those about martial arts and those about life.

Rao Mingxian said with emotion: "I always thought that Zhang Xinglie would be like a tiger with wings and a fish in water after going to Xiongcheng. Who knew that he would also have a hard time and be careful everywhere, just like us."

"I didn't expect it to be so difficult for him. In fact, if you think about it carefully, I'm afraid he didn't tell me the real difficulty."

"Yes, Zhang Xinglie has always been of this character, never bowing his head. But with this kind of character, he is bound to suffer in a place as good as Xiongcheng."

"He's a quick learner, nothing will go wrong."

Rao Mingxian sighed, "I'm just afraid that he has too strong a learning ability. He is obviously a good candidate for the ultimate martial arts. If he learns something else, doesn't follow the martial arts path, joins a martial arts school or starts a development company, humanity will lose a master or even a martial arts saint."

"I believe he can make the best choice." Zhou Leng said.

Rao Mingxian looked ahead and said slowly: "Didn't he also say that many times, it's not that we don't want to choose, but that we have no choice. We are all the same."

Zhou Leng also looked ahead silently.

The asphalt road extends forward to Ruge Mountain.

One side is as small as a village, and the other side is as big as a campus.

When they were near Ruda, the two separated, and Zhou Leng went to Xiaoru Village and entered the world of ferocious beasts.

Standing under the giant frost tree, Zhou Leng slowly practiced boxing to consolidate his gains from the past two days.

Zhang Xinglie and Yunhua Martial Arts University were indeed well-known for what they were, which greatly opened Zhou Leng's eyes and helped him advance to a higher level in martial arts.

Especially Zhang Xinglie's "No Return Fighting Method", combined with his combat experience against the men in black, made Zhou Leng gain a deeper understanding.

"The fighting method of the man in white is mainly based on the mind splitting shadows."

"The fighting method of the man in black also has the power of mind splitting, but it has the fighting method of no return."

"No wonder I can never find the shadow of many-in-one."

"Without the indomitable spirit of the Wuhui Fighting Method, it would be impossible to achieve the multi-in-one..."

"Before, I had no idea about how to combine many things into one, but after studying with Zhang Xinglie, I have vaguely touched the threshold..."

“The essence of being multi-in-one is to see through all techniques, give up all illusions, and fear no consequences.”

"Like many into one, it's not about choosing the most correct punch, but, everything I throw is correct."

Zhou Leng vaguely understood the highest realm of the Wuhui fighting method, and his vision became more open.

After the training, Zhou Leng flipped through the magic bag and took out a blood-stained backpack.

This is the trophy of fighting back against the nine people who were chasing him.

I was struggling with evil spirits these past few days and didn’t have time to take inventory.

(End of this chapter)