Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 449 Wild Boar
Wang Boxiong continued, "In the end, he stopped at the Innate level."

"Indeed, he is pitiful. The root cause is his parents, and we cannot blame him."

"But another reason is that he gave up on himself; he never believed he could become a grandmaster."

Wang Boxiong sighed and said, "This person was my classmate who died in the Sea Demon City. Do you know what he often said? He often said that he would never become a Grandmaster and would definitely die in the Sea Demon City. He set a path of certain death and defeat for himself. His life could only be one of certain death and defeat."

"In contrast, Chen Shouhu's brain is full of dog shit compared to his; he's incredibly stupid. However, he has a good mother who always encourages and accompanies him."

"You've met Chen Shouhu, a rough, burly man who always looks like a wild man, unkempt and unreliable. He was even more outrageous during his student days."

"Back when we were chatting in Yunhua, do you know what this rough guy said when he first mentioned his mother?"

Zhou Leng shook his head.

Wang Boxiong said, "We all remember that sentence, we've always remembered it, 'My mother loves me very much.' We were all a little stunned at the time, it felt like a wild boar was snuggling in your arms."

"I was young back then, and I always had a question in my mind: how could an idiot like Chen Shouhu be stronger than me?"

“He has connections and martial arts resources. There are many people with stronger connections than him. Even though they consume so many pills, I still beat them until they cry for their parents.”

"It wasn't until many years later that I finally understood that the fate of the two of us was already determined when we were children."

"Do you know what Chen Shouhu said most often when he was young?"

Zhou Leng shook his head.

He said, "I will definitely become a martial arts master, and my mother thinks so too."

"I never understood that sentence until my classmate died in the Demon City Army, and then I suddenly understood."

"So, ever since then, I've always told myself that I will definitely become a Martial Saint."

"Belief. Many times, when you have belief, you may only have a one in ten thousand chance. But without belief, your chance is zero."

"so……"

Wang Boxiong stared at Zhou Leng and slowly asked, "Do you think you can become a Martial Saint?"

Zhou Leng was stunned for a moment. Such a simple question felt like a torrent crashing into his mind.

Scenes from the past flashed through my mind.

The father, dressed in camouflage and carrying a backpack, gradually walks away from the distance.

The mother held Dahuang gently.

My uncle, lying in his hospital bed, smiled and said, "Live well."

Holding little Xu Qingjin's hand as they crossed the street.

Zhang Xinglie and I went swimming in the river naked.

They talked loudly and enthusiastically in class.

They were eating a large box of braised pork that Hu Yi's mother had sent.

Fighting Feng Wenhao for the last steamed bun.

The sound of bells ringing in the examination hall, the clanging of weapons in the martial arts hall, the sounds of battle in the Demon Castle...

The light that shines on others.

Those gentle breezes that slip through your fingers.

Those sleepless nights.

Those clenched fists.

Countless ordinary scenes reappear in my mind.

After a long pause, Zhou Leng slowly said, "Of course."

In his eyes, the dawn star shone.

Wang Boxiong said, "Very good. Always remember how you feel right now. From now on, no matter what difficulties you encounter, you should always think, 'Of course I can,' and then you will have a chance."

Zhou Leng nodded slightly.

Wang Boxiong asked, "Then, can you master the Tong Jin and the perpetual motion of Zhen Qi?"

“Of course,” Zhou Leng said.

Wang Boxiong said, “Okay. Generally speaking, achieving Tongjin is much more difficult than achieving perpetual motion of Zhenqi. You may need to reach the Great Innate Realm before you can break out in a sweat for the first time. The so-called Tongjin means that the whole body is as one, and the power flows through the head and feet, reaching even the smallest hair.”

As he spoke, without activating his inner energy, a single eyebrow hair on his left eyebrow slowly stood upright, then swayed and circled before finally returning to its original position.

The control over each and every hair is so precise that it is as easy as using one's own arm.

Zhou Leng blinked and said, "Actually, I broke out in a sweat once when I was in the Tree Man World."

"Huh?" Wang Boxiong was stunned.

“Really,” Zhou Leng said.

Wang Boxiong thought for a moment and said, "Don't use your true energy, just use the strength of your whole body to punch me. Remember, it's the strength of your whole body."

As he spoke, he raised his right palm, and his true energy surged forth, forming a true energy cushion about one foot square.

Zhou Leng withdrew his true energy, took slow, deep breaths, and adjusted his physical state.

Then, a glint flashed in his eyes, his whole body snapped like a bowstring, and he took a step forward, delivering a powerful punch.

At the moment of throwing a punch, all the muscles in the body suddenly contract, like blocks of iron.

When the fist hits the air cushion, all the muscles in the body open up at once.

Like ink seeping into paper.

The fist struck, the air cushion swayed slightly, but Wang Boxiong remained completely still.

Beads of sweat, round and plump, emerged from all over Zhou Leng's body, hanging on his skin, motionless and still, glistening all over.

Jade beads adorn armor.

Wang Boxiong stared at Zhou Leng, speechless for a long time. His previous guess was wrong, and all the words he had prepared for half a day were stuck in his stomach.

I've never seen anyone reach the Tongjin stage so early; the perpetual motion of true qi is impossible.

As expected, Shanheyuan and Zhang Xinglie definitely have excellent Qi perpetual motion, but their Tongjin is definitely not comparable to Zhou Leng in front of them.

Wang Boxiong said, "Your situation is a bit special. Let me think about it some more." After a long while, Wang Boxiong said, "How about this, we will fight without true qi. I will suppress my physical strength to the level of Bone Forging Stage... um, Muscle Stage... or even Great Innate Stage."

Zhou Leng said, "Senior brother, Chen Shouhu said the same thing when he sparred with me."

"How can that be the same? He was just itching to beat someone up, I was giving you pointers."

"I believe it."

Then, the two began to fight, relying solely on their physical bodies and not their internal energy.

At first, the two were just testing the waters, but soon they went all out.

Even without using their true energy, the two of them could easily tear apart bears and tigers, and fight lions and elephants.

Wang Boxiong is usually meticulous and even nicknamed "Bad Bear" because of his scheming nature, but when he fights, he is as fierce as a giant bear pouncing, creating immense pressure.

His punches and kicks were powerful and unrestrained, his ferocity no less than that of Chen Shouhu.

Zhou Leng was ultimately less experienced than Wang Boxiong. Although his palm techniques were superb, he was completely suppressed by Wang Boxiong in terms of momentum.

In just a moment, their skin turned red, and veins like earthworms crawled all over their bodies.

They quickly entered a phase of exchanging blows, with each punch landing hard and making loud thuds.

In just a moment, their shirts were smashed to pieces and scattered all over the ground.

Zhou Leng possesses a powerful physique and even greater regenerative abilities than the Tree Man; a punch landing on him leaves him unharmed.

As a grandmaster, Wang Boxiong's entire body had been transformed into qi. Even though his physical body and recovery ability were not as good as Zhou Leng's, he remained unharmed and unbroken after being hit.

The two moved like a whirlwind, leaping, running, dodging, and shifting their stances throughout the training hall.

In the end, the two abandoned defense and launched an offensive.

Wang Boxiong punched Zhou Leng in the eye socket, but Zhou Leng headbutted him and punched Wang Boxiong in the chest.

He then bent down and delivered a powerful elbow strike to Wang Boxiong's lower back.

Wang Boxiong fiercely raised his leg and kicked Zhou Leng in the groin. Zhou Leng clamped his leg and pushed back, and the two of them hit each other at the same time, staggering backward.

The two of them were panting heavily, staring at each other.

Both of them were slightly red all over, but apart from that, there was no bruise or purplish-red discoloration.

"Junior brother, you've been hiding quite a bit of your strength."

"Senior brother, your body wasn't this strong when you were at the Great Innate Realm, was it?"

Wang Boxiong let out a long breath, and the red color on his body quickly subsided.

The two finished their practice.

Wang Boxiong said, "During the battle, I repeatedly listened to your strength. I roughly judged that there was no problem with your body and strength. Even if there was a problem, it was with your internal energy. Your internal energy has undergone many changes after the perpetual motion of internal energy, hasn't it?"

Zhou Leng nodded slightly and said, "Changes have occurred three times in the Treeman World, the Demon Spirit World, and Xiongjing, and the changes have not stopped yet."

Wang Boxiong said, "Then there's no problem. It's just that your body hasn't adapted to the changes in true qi. Once your true qi changes are complete and it settles down a bit, you'll be able to achieve perfect, perpetual true qi movement."

"I see, that's quite possible." Zhou Leng said, recalling the events.

Wang Boxiong said, "Unless you fight to the death, you should hold back your punching power before you advance to the Grandmaster level."

"Yes."

Zhou Leng also discovered that since the Star Power entered his body on the Path of the Otherworld, his physical strength had increased significantly.

The increase in normal strength is not significant, but the explosive destructive power is somewhat abnormal.

Several times during my training sessions, I would practice hitting the demonized sandbags, and they would inexplicably shatter, leaving me unable to find the reason.

Zhou Leng asked for some more martial arts advice before taking his leave.

Wang Boxiong slowly walked towards the office.

"That kid is really cunning. Luckily, my body's defense has been raised to the Grandmaster level."

"At his level, he can probably become a grandmaster in two years. If he accumulates another two years, I'm afraid he won't even be able to beat me."

Wang Boxiong was thinking when he started typing in the "Ten Extremes Disciples" group chat.

"Our junior brother..."

He typed halfway through, then deleted all the text.

Let's talk about it when we reach the Grandmaster level.

He silently recalled that genius classmate.

"If you had a few more years, and hadn't died in the Western Sea Demon City, perhaps you could have advanced to the Grandmaster level..."

Wang Boxiong suddenly saw his son's message, which earned him a little red flower, and shared it in a video.

He coughed a few times, toned down his usual sternness, forced a smile, pressed the call button, and laughed heartily, "Another little red flower? Son, you're amazing..."

After replying, his smile vanished, replaced by a cold expression, making him seem like a completely different person.

Students passing by were terrified and hurried away with their heads down.

After replying to his son, Wang Boxiong read several messages from his subordinates. The operation to capture the Demon Worship Cult had been successful in some cases and unsuccessful in others.

Wang Boxiong inquired about the situation with a dark face. He offered a few words of comfort to those with minor issues, and pointed out the problems to those with obvious errors.

The recent activities of the Demon Worship Cult have increased significantly, which is quite different from the past. The failure rate of arrests is getting higher and higher, but he has not been harsh on his subordinates.

He walked into the office, projected the screen onto the wall, and slowly flipped through the information while looking at the projection.

The tyrannical bloodline is about to ascend to the Martial Saint realm, but the opposing forces have searched in secret and found nothing.

The innate abilities of the various factions are preparing to enter the great battlefield.

The Trial of Divine Blood Magma in the Dwarven World is about to begin.

The calamity messenger from the Demon Prison traveled to the orc world, held a three-day closed-door meeting with the orc demigods, and then departed.

The sirens and orcs suffered heavy losses in the Ten Realms Youth Battle, and their investigation yielded no results. However, they learned that humans had benefited the most from the Youth Battle, and that some information about the Ancient River Sect had been leaked, leading both races to suspect that the Blue Star humans were responsible for slaughtering their elite youths in the Youth Battle.

(End of this chapter)