Chapter 24: The Vast Ocean and Sky

Huang Yaoshi looked at the young man in green robes, who was extremely surly and arrogant. Thinking about the martial arts skills he had displayed, the few remaining doubts in his heart disappeared for no reason. He could not help but remain silent:
“When you eliminate all the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how unbelievable it is, will probably be the truth.”

"Only people like me would look down on themselves."

At this moment, the people around who were forced to retreat to the corner watched the whole thing from beginning to end. Although they were shocked that the green-robed boy's martial arts could actually defeat the East Evil, they also clearly understood the whole story.

At the same time, they couldn't believe that this boy was actually the young Huang Yaoshi. Such a fantastic thing was simply nonsense that most people could not believe no matter what.

"Your feet are on the Eight Diagrams, your fists are on the Five Elements. Although there are shadows of my Five Elements Fist, it has broken free from its confines and created its own style. The power of your boxing is even greater than the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and One Finger of Sun."

"You do have the ability to be arrogant and rebellious, but you are not qualified to criticize me."

Huang Yaoshi suddenly spoke:
"In addition to practicing martial arts, I also learn music, chess, calligraphy, painting, medicine, divination, astrology, and the Five Elements. I do whatever I like."

"The so-called century-long fame, millennium-long hegemony, and everlasting reputation are nothing compared to living your life the way you like." Zhuang Bu Ran said lightly:
"But you can't beat me, so you've wasted decades of your life."

"The winner has not yet been decided. Do you really think you have won?" Huang Yaoshi said in a serious voice.

Zhuang Bu Ran raised his eyebrows:
"You can fool me, but don't fool yourself."

Huang Yaoshi's expression froze, and he remained silent for a while before saying:

"If you have the guts, compete with me in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, medicine, divination, astrology, and the Five Elements."

"You can't beat me, so you're a defeated general. Why talk about fighting again?"

"As for chess, if I give you ten pieces, it won't take long before you give up."

"You can't beat me."

"Is that all you can say?" Huang Yaoshi laughed angrily.

"I just want you to recognize the facts." Zhuang Buyan said leisurely:
"Not to mention that Zhuang is still in the age of making great progress in his skills, the martial arts I created have become even more perfect after obtaining several unique martial arts during this period."

"I'm afraid it won't be long before I'm filled with loneliness and melancholy, wondering who in the world is worthy of a fight."

"Hmph, you are so arrogant! It won't be too late to say these words when the day comes that you are truly invincible." Huang Rong walked out from the corner.

Zhuang Bu Ran pretended not to hear, his eyes flickered with a glimmer as he said:
"Just now I said that my boxing style is unique. You really are worthy of being a barely qualified martial arts master."

"I call this boxing style Cangming, inspired by the vastness of the sea and sky. It transforms the ebb and flow of the tide into the fist's momentum. The hard and soft energies flow with the breath, like the moon guiding the tides, endlessly. It complements the superior internal energy Jiuyuan that I created."

Huang Yaoshi was speechless upon hearing this, feeling deeply that his younger self had been rather annoying. However, he could not help but recall the previous fight and nodded, saying:
"It seems to be the unfathomable depth of the ninth layer of the ocean abyss, so that one can hear the tide and discern its strength, creating thunder in the silence, as quiet as an abyss and as powerful as a tsunami."

"Good insight, worthy of me, I have excellent comprehension, able to understand the elegant meaning of music by just listening to it." Zhuang Bu Ran said slowly:
"This boxing style consists of thirteen moves, each with its own variations. The power of each move depends entirely on the practitioner."

"You were so focused on your attack just now that you probably didn't pay attention. Now I'll let you see it clearly."

"This move, 'Eighteen Throws of the Tide and Moon,' uses the waxing and waning phases of the moon to develop eighteen throws. It's the fierce crushing force of high tide, and the soft strength of low tide, which implicitly reflects the birth and death of the moon.

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man in green robes flashed to Mei Chaofeng's side silently. Before she could notice, he hit her shoulder with soft force, suddenly dissipated all her strength, and then grabbed her collar and threw her out.

Mei Chaofeng was thrown against a solid wall by an extremely violent force. When she was about to break all her bones and tendons and be crippled if not dead, Huang Yaoshi appeared in time and used all his internal energy to absorb the force, thus saving her life.

"Haha, using human skin to make paper, that's quite an idea." Everyone heard a joking remark and looked in the direction of the voice, and saw a man in green robe playing with a dagger wrapped in human skin.

"Thank you so much, Master, for saving my life." Mei Chaofeng was expressing her gratitude sincerely when, upon hearing these words, she realized belatedly that something was missing from her arms. She hurriedly said,
"Master, the human skin covering the dagger contains the text of the Nine Yin Manual. This belongs to you, Master. I wanted to return it to you when I see you again."

"Chao Feng, you have done great evil, and although you have suffered greatly, I cannot allow you to die so easily."

Huang Yaoshi patted Mei Chaofeng a few times, then threw her aside and looked at the young man in green robes:

"I know you wouldn't demonstrate any boxing techniques for no reason."

"It is true that only I can understand myself." Zhuang Bu Ran put the dagger into his sleeve and murmured:

"This is called the 'Raging Sea Blue Silk Style'."

In an instant, the young man in green robe threw out with both fists. One fist was as violent as a dragon's anger, while the other was like the softest water waves, like a rolling gauze.

Huang Yaoshi's body shook, and he learned from his previous lesson and no longer fought head-on. However, he saw his attack was a combination of hard and soft forces, the hard force could tear silk and shatter jade, and the soft force could bind him with a thousand pounds of force.

He used the "Falling Flower Sword Palm" to respond with a sharp palm technique that was both real and fake.

"Hahaha, although Zhuang doesn't like complicated and fantastical moves, there is a move called 'Mirage Thousand Illusions' in boxing."

As soon as he finished speaking, a mirage-like change of reality and illusion appeared on the field, and the fist shadow of the young man in green robe was like mist and illusion.

However, Huang Yaoshi, who was trapped in the fist shadow, could clearly sense that the strength in the fist was hidden in the soft light illusion. When it was difficult to distinguish the true from the false, he would directly attack his own vital point.

After a few breaths, a hint of smile appeared in Zhuang Bu Ran's eyes. He could see that Huang Yaoshi practiced a martial arts style that used many more fake moves than real moves. So when facing this move, he was obviously very calm and composed, and even quickly noticed the gaps in the punch's power.

But just as he was about to fight back, a casual yet domineering remark reached his ears:

"The Dragon Palace gauze is so soft that it can be woven around fingers, yet when it is bound, it can break mountains apart. This symbolizes the extreme softness giving rise to strength, like a deep sea undercurrent that crumbles a reef. This is called 'Dragon Gauze Wrapped Around a Mountain Style'."

Huang Yaoshi's expression froze, and he suddenly felt the soft yet hard fist force was like a huge undercurrent under the East China Sea. He immediately used all his strength.

"boom!"

The two men each retreated seven or eight steps, and the young man in green robe retreated one step less than Huang Yaoshi.

"Zhuang is just a martial artist. Please don't force me. Once I finish studying the second volume of the Nine Yin Manual, I will go to Peach Blossom Island. After all, it is a home to me."

Zhuang Buyan's voice was gentle:
"If you keep chasing them, your precious daughter and your abandoned disciples will probably have a hard time."

"Are you threatening me?" Huang Yaoshi's face was stern.

"It's just a friendly warning." Zhuang Bu Ran shook his head. "After all, even I'm afraid of myself when I go crazy."

Suddenly, he picked up Qiu Qianzhang and jumped up. His figure disappeared in a flash, leaving only a few words behind:
"See you at Peach Blossom Island. If you encounter the West Poison, remember to tell him that I killed his only descendant. If he wants revenge, be prepared to have your entire family wiped out."

Huang Rong's pretty face showed a strange expression when she heard this:
"Dad, weren't you too reckless when you were young?"

Huang Yaoshi: “.”

(End of this chapter)

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