Starting from becoming a god, I travel through the heavens.

After having tea with Old Xiao for a while, Zhao Sheng left. When he arrived at the small square, the elderly people had not yet left, and many of them were even practicing Tai Chi in the square.

Although they are old, they are healthy and energetic, more so than some young people, and they exude a fierce and ruthless aura.

Martial arts best embody a person's spirit and will. Their martial arts are grand and powerful, capable of swallowing the seven deadly stars. Ordinary people would be so frightened by such martial arts that they would lose control of their bladder and bowels.

Even some martial arts masters and boxers are easily affected by this kind of boxing style, which can disrupt their mind and even terrify them. It would be quite good if they could unleash 50% or 60% of their strength.

Zhao Sheng walked to the side and started practicing his boxing. His boxing style had the influence of various schools of martial arts. Although he had not yet created his own unique stance training, his stance training in other boxing styles was sufficient for the time being.

He didn't shy away from his boxing, which quickly attracted the attention of some elderly people who were practicing boxing. They all stopped their boxing and carefully looked at the young man in front of them.

"Who is this young man? I don't recognize his boxing style," one elderly man asked. Other elderly men shook their heads, also indicating that they did not recognize him.

They didn't know what kind of boxing the young man was practicing; it had some resemblance to Xingyi Quan, as well as Bagua Zhang, Bajiquan, Taijiquan, and many other martial arts styles.

"Could this be a style of boxing he created himself?" a sharp-eyed old man said. His words made some old men nod in agreement, while others pondered.

To comprehend and create one's own martial art at such a young age—what a genius!

You should know that creating your own boxing style is something that a master of internal energy should consider. The young man in front of you looks to be only in his twenties.

But if it wasn't a self-created style of boxing, how could they not recognize its origin? They had seen a lot during their time with the Red Army, traveling all over the country.

"Stop guessing, let's ask him after he finishes his boxing match. Besides, I think his boxing style is still in its early stages, and some parts are not yet perfected," said a dignified old man dressed in a simple green military uniform.

The dignified old man held a high position, and many of the elderly people here had once been his soldiers. Naturally, they all nodded in agreement, saying, "The old commander is right."

Zhao Sheng was completely absorbed in his practice, almost shutting out his external senses, focusing all his attention on his boxing. Sometimes he moved as slowly as a tortoise, sometimes as slowly as a dragon swimming in the sea, and sometimes as slowly as a whirlwind sweeping away the clouds.

The skin, muscles, bones, and internal organs tremble, accompanied by the thunderous sounds of tigers and leopards, the two breaths of "hum" and "ha", and the five sounds of "xu", "he", "hu", "xi", and "chui" that are produced by squeezing the internal organs and expelling impurities.

call!

for a long time.

As Zhao Sheng exhaled a breath of turbid qi, his punching movements gradually stopped, and he looked radiant. Ordinary people grow up eating grains and cereals, and their internal organs must accumulate toxins and impurities to varying degrees.

He used a unique method of internal organ training in boxing to expel toxins and impurities, and immediately felt his body feel a little lighter. With continued training over time, his internal organs will eventually regain their vitality.

"Young man, who is this old man's grandson?" The dignified old man stepped forward with a kind face and asked Zhao Sheng after he finished his boxing.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Sheng snapped out of his daze and looked around. The old men had stopped practicing their boxing and were now watching him practice, their eyes filled with curiosity, as if they were looking at some kind of animal.

"I was brought in by Old Master Xiao, I'm not anyone's grandson," he said, shaking his head.

"That old guy Xiao Haicheng brought you in? That's rare! We hardly ever have young people coming here anymore; it's usually just us old folks chatting together."

"By the way, what level have you reached in martial arts? Your fist techniques seem to be in their early stages; you should already be a Grandmaster of Internal Energy, right?"

Old Yan sized up Zhao Sheng and saw that his hands were calloused on both sides and that his whole body was surrounded by a murderous aura. He knew that the other party had killed many people and seen a lot of blood.

He had led troops in battle for many years and was quite sensitive to murderous aura. No matter how well he hid it, it would still show a little. But he didn't dislike Zhao Sheng. How could a martial artist not kill people?

"I arrived at the Huajin level a couple of days ago. I came to the military dependents' institute to exchange martial arts techniques, to fill in the gaps in my martial arts knowledge, and to perfect my own martial arts style and path," Zhao Sheng nodded in reply.

"Exchange martial arts techniques?" The old men looked at each other. Some of them were masters of Hua Jin (化劲), while others were experts in An Jin (暗劲). They were no strangers to self-created and perfected martial arts techniques.

"Let me go first. I happen to be a Grandmaster of Transformation Realm, and I've been at that level for many years. You can watch me demonstrate and feel the essence of my boxing style. I think it will help you improve your skills."

After saying this, Old Yan put down his coat and waited for the surrounding elderly people to make way before he began to practice his self-created boxing style. As he punched, his fists were filled with a murderous aura.

His path was to defend against foreign enemies and protect his homeland. His martial arts were to stop war with killing and bring peace to the world. His killing prowess was awe-inspiring, and a lack of courage would easily lead to injury to himself and others.

Zhao Sheng watched silently, occasionally following Master Yan's movements to absorb the essence of his boxing techniques, refining his own skills as he practiced.

Although his boxing intent was lofty, it was rootless and incomplete, more like a castle in the air, all show and no substance.

A short while later, Old Yan finished his set of boxing moves, his face slightly flushed. He coughed a few times to calm his breathing, then looked at Zhao Sheng, "You're getting old! Young Zhao, did you see the essence of the boxing?"

His boxing style was too aggressive, and extremes always lead to their opposites, so he rarely boxed and mostly practiced health-preserving Tai Chi to nourish his body.

"To protect the country and stop war with killing, Elder Yan, your fist intent is too murderous. Too much of a good thing can hurt others and yourself." Zhao Sheng pointed out the essence of the fist intent after only reading it once.

"That's right, but at that time, only killing to stop killing could save China. The country was in turmoil, surrounded by foreign enemies, and Japanese pirates invaded our land, killing my parents and slaughtering my compatriots."

"In such an environment, only killing can end everything, and only by killing to stop killing can the world be at peace! It was in such an environment that I came to understand my own path and created my own style of boxing."

Old Yan spoke calmly, even after many years, he still couldn't forget that bloody scene.

Zhao Sheng remained silent. In that environment, killing was indeed the only option. If you didn't kill, you would be killed. If he had been born in that era, he would have followed the same path as Elder Yan.

"Alright, I'll rest for a bit. You can continue." Old Yan calmed himself down and sat down on a stone bench. He didn't want his grief and anger to affect everyone else.

In the following time, the elderly men who had reached the Huajin level came forward one after another to demonstrate their boxing techniques, all of which were their own creations. After years of refinement, their boxing techniques had become much more complete.

Their boxing techniques were all related to the environment of China at that time: killing enemies and stabilizing China, with a majestic and powerful momentum and surging killing intent.

Zhao Sheng absorbed the essence of their boxing techniques and perfected his own. Gradually, his boxing intent acquired a chilling aura and nurtured a killing intent.

The fist technique now carries an offensive intent, which can be considered to compensate for the mind-shaking effect of the Dao-Severing Seal. It's either death or the end of one's path to enlightenment; it's not just killing someone, it's destroying their spirit.

If you are truly defeated by him, even if you survive, you will never have a chance to rise again!

Zhao Sheng didn't hide his path, martial arts, or intent. When Elder Yan and the others heard his intention, their expressions were strange. This young Zhao is really something else!

The Severing Path Seal, the Severing Path, the Severing Path, the fist seal that severs the path of humanity! If other boxers knew this, he would be destined to be an enemy of the world, with no possibility of turning back.

The boxer and he could only survive.

Seeing Zhao Sheng's firm resolve, Master Yan figured that the path he had chosen must have been well-prepared, so he couldn't very well advise him to give up his own path and martial arts.

After chatting for a while, Zhao Sheng bid farewell to Elder Yan and the others, then returned to Elder Xiao's residence to say goodbye, and finally left the military dependents' compound. He had gained a lot from this trip and accomplished his purpose in coming to the capital.