Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 10: A Draw Ends in Concession
"May I use a weapon, junior?"

Tang Zongyi pointed to the weapons rack next to him: "Take whatever you like."

Han Yun shook his head: "I have my own weapon, so I hope you will be just as careful, senior!"

Tang Zongyi nodded, then his palms, sharp as knives with an iron-gray tinge, cleaved straight for Han Yun's throat.

It is Shaolin Iron Palm!
When it comes to Iron Palm, many people may think it's a common martial art, but that's not the case. Practicing Iron Palm requires a lot of medicinal herbs, so it's not something that only wealthy people can learn.

This iron sand is no ordinary substance; it is a special type of steel sand with toxicity. When heated, cultivators must use their innate Qi to absorb the toxicity of the metal and stone within.

After each training session, it is necessary to nourish the hands with top-quality medicinal herbs, which has excellent therapeutic effects on the meridians and skin. Therefore, the hands of a truly mastered Iron Palm practitioner are extremely fair and tender.

With a single strike, the toxic metals and minerals within the primordial Qi directly seeped into the flesh and bone marrow, causing ulceration and even invading the lungs, rendering the condition incurable.

Taking the Benliu Palm of Jiajia Village in Northwest China as an example, there are many similar palm techniques that can penetrate the body with force, but those as insidious as the Iron Sand Palm are extremely rare.

Moreover, Iron Palm emphasizes the changes in hand movements, with the decision made at the wrist. The sharp bone at the base of the palm is the wrist strength, which is lively and agile, with both hardness and softness concealed.

When grappling and striking, everything should be done smoothly. Only when the palm and wrist work in harmony can one subdue the opponent. If the wrist is stiff and the strength is weak, all efforts will be in vain.

In other words, this is not Iron Palm at all, but clearly a steel dragon claw infused with deadly poison!
Before the palm strike even arrived, Han Yun sensed the danger. His innate ability allowed him to turn his head half a second in advance. The palm blade grazed his earlobe, and he used the momentum to spin around, drawing a scalpel from his sleeve. Like a viper spitting its tongue, he aimed straight at Tang Zongyi's wrist pulse point!

"clang!"

The blade and palm collided, producing a metallic clang, as if striking fine steel. Tang Zongyi frowned slightly, the blade leaving a red mark on his palm.

He glanced at the knife in Han Yun's hand, and then, thinking of Han Yun's movements, he seemed to realize something and couldn't help but frown.

The two then clashed again.

Tang Zongyi struck down fiercely with the Mountain-Splitting Strike of Shaolin Iron Sand Palm.

But Han Yun seemed to have known he was going to strike. The moment Han Yun's shoulder moved, Han Yun had already slid to the side, the palm wind brushing past his clothes without even touching his collar!
"Strange!" Tang Zongyi thought in surprise, "How can he always manage to dodge in advance?"

Tang Zongyi no longer held back, his legs firing like a barrage of bullets.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Twelve consecutive leg strikes erupted, each kick like a cannon exploding, the air being sucked up and exploding incessantly, the leg shadows like a storm enveloping Han Yun!

But Han Yun was like a wisp of smoke, a shadow, moving freely among the shadows of his legs. His footwork was extremely strange, sometimes like a snake moving, sometimes like a swallow soaring.

Tang Zongyi's every kick felt like hitting cotton; he couldn't even touch the hem of Tang's clothes!
"This kid... is as slippery as an eel!"

Han Yun did retaliate, repeatedly slicing Tang Zongyi's upper body with a scalpel. In no time, Tang Zongyi's jacket was tattered and reduced to strips of cloth.

Seeing this, Tang Zongyi simply tore off his jacket, revealing his iron-like arms. Despite being over fifty, his muscles made him look like a man in his twenties, covered with numerous marks.

"His striking skills are highly proficient, and his bones and muscles are as strong as iron. No wonder a scalpel can't cut into him; he even has external martial arts skills!"

The art of striking is a form of hard, external strength, belonging to the category of masculine power.

Although it is an external hard-strengthening exercise, it actually possesses the internal strength of soft-strengthening exercises. Its training method uses striking and punching techniques to make the muscles and tendons firm, similar to the techniques of striking various parts of the body. Tang Zongyi's body, as hard as refined iron, seems to have been forged through countless hammer blows.

His hand techniques are Iron Palm, his leg techniques are Cannon Leg, and he also uses other body-strengthening methods such as Strike and Hit Techniques. His body is like refined iron, and his bones are like refined steel. He is good at both offense and defense. It seems that this head of the Tang family is a tough nut to crack!
They're really tough.

Everyone says that the best external martial arts technique is Chai Yan of the Chai school, but who would have thought that there is such a person in this small Yuyang?
Seeing the other party's demeanor, Han Yun couldn't help but admire the depth of their family's scholarly background.

Why did I choose this person as my first opponent?
Han Yun felt a chill run down his spine and dared not fight head-on. He changed his footwork and circled behind Tang Zongyi like a fish. With a flash of cold light, the scalpel pierced straight into Tang Zongyi's vital point in the back!
Although Tang Zongyi did not turn around, it was as if he had eyes in the back of his head. His body suddenly trembled, and his muscles rolled like waves, actually shaking the blade off by three points.

He turned around and delivered a powerful back kick, his right leg shooting out like a cannon, creating a whistling sound!
Han Yun quickly retreated three steps, using the tip of his knife to propel himself into the air, his clothes fluttering as he leaped to the top of the weapon rack.

Seeing this, Tang Zongyi sneered, his palms crossed like millstones, and he actually cleaved the iron weapon rack in half, causing weapons to fall like rain.

Han Yun lightly touched the shaft of his spear with his toes, his body darting like a hawk in a somersault, and landed steadily three zhang away.

"What a magnificent sight to see a swallow skim across the water three times!"

Tang Zongyi's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he said with a double meaning, "Young friend Han's skills remind me of the legendary Yanzi Li San from back in the day!"

The two figures moved like lightning, exchanging over a hundred blows in the blink of an eye.

Sweat beaded on Han Yun's forehead, and he was secretly alarmed: "This patriarch of the Tang family is as if he were made of iron and bronze. I lack offensive methods. Should I just keep at it like this?"

"unless………"

Han Yun silently glanced at Tang Zongyi's eyes, ears, and groin, then quickly banished those thoughts from his mind. If he really did that, he would make an enemy.

Tang Zongyi was also secretly anxious: "This kid is slippery. It's utterly shameful for me, a dignified successor of the Northern Shaolin, to be locked in a stalemate with a junior for so long!"

In fact, Tang Zongyi knew that with Han Yun's speed, the outcome would be decided in an instant, as long as the opponent was ruthless enough. But this kid just kept going like this.

I'm not as good as I was when I was young, especially since those who practice external martial arts tend to decline in skill as they get older.

In addition, he used all kinds of powerful and unrestrained moves, and every move he made had great power. He had exchanged more than a hundred moves with Han Yun, and he felt that his physical strength was gradually failing.

"Must I admit defeat myself?"

Thinking of this, Tang Zongyi couldn't help but frown.

Han Yun seemed to have noticed the other party's predicament. He turned his hand and suddenly shot out three identical scalpels, forming a triangular shape and aiming directly at Tang Zongyi's eyes and brow!
Tang Zongyi had no choice but to withdraw his palm to block, and Han Yun seized the opportunity to rush forward, pressing the scalpel three inches against his throat.

Meanwhile, Tang Zongyi's iron palm stopped half a foot from Han Yun's heart, and the two were locked in a stalemate.

Leaves fell softly in the courtyard, and time seemed to stand still.

After a long silence, Tang Zongyi suddenly burst into laughter, withdrew his palm, and stepped back: "Good! Truly, the younger generation is to be feared!"

Han Yun also sheathed his sword and stood up, giving his opponent face by cupping his hands and saying, "I also want to thank you for holding back, senior!"

(End of this chapter)