Infinite: Starting from Infiltrating Other Spaces

Li Xia has already used the combat power detection function a lot, and now he wants to try out this combat power assistance function to see how it works.

"No need, it's fine." The Scott Type I looks delicate and fragile, but it is actually very sturdy and durable. After all, people in Dragon Ball fight with it.

If it breaks at the slightest touch, what kind of combat support system is that?

"No need to pick them?" Tiger was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't feel slighted at all. On the contrary, he became more and more excited. This was a master!

That shows absolute confidence!

He's not stupid; the marble slabs outside are still there. Tiger Brother knew he couldn't do that kind of terrifying force.

"Hey, have you heard Tiger's story?"

Li Xia's ears twitched as Scott gathered up the faint whispers below.

"What story?"

"Tiger once joined a large SM group and was hailed as a top S within a month!"

"Hiss! Tiger... he has such a past?"

"Then he got kicked out!"

"Huh? Why?"

"Because the group admin discovered that Tiger didn't actually like this; he just genuinely enjoyed hitting people!"

"Pfft!" Laughter erupted simultaneously from the sidelines and the field. Li Xia felt a sharp pain in his stomach, and even his breathing became erratic.

He freaking likes to hit people!

Tiger paused for a moment, then asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Li Xia forced a smile, waved her hand, and straightened up:

"N-nothing..."

"Shall we begin?" Tiger's surging passion was already overflowing uncontrollably. He loved fighting and the feeling of every punch landing on the skin.

But ever since he learned boxing and became a disciple of Qi Guanjun to learn authentic Hung Kuen, fewer and fewer people have been able to fight him.

Tiger would never do something like throwing punches at the innocent and the weak, and he would never stoop to doing so. Now that he's finally met a 'master', how can he possibly hold back?

He then crossed his left hand over his right and tapped his hand three times: "I am Qi Hu, a fifth-generation successor of Hung Kuen, a disciple of Qi Guanjun! Today, I'll make friends through martial arts! Let's... no, let's have a good fight!"

What a reckless fellow! He didn't even ask where Li Xia came from before. He immediately stepped forward with his right foot, his toes touching the ground, forming a false step.

This is the starting stance in actual combat; the person has already pounced like a tiger.

Li Xia was startled, but he had just laughed so hard that he was out of breath and his breathing was all messed up. He had just calmed down and stepped aside to clear the middle path.

With a whoosh, Qi Hu, who had been passing by, pivoted on one foot and lashed out with his arm like a python.

So fast! Li Xia's pupils contracted, and he crossed his arms to protect himself, but the force of this attack was surprisingly great.

With just that one movement, Li Xia staggered back several steps.

"oh----"

Exclamations of surprise rang out from the sidelines. Tiger looked puzzled, wondering why something felt off.

But his instinctive reaction from years of martial arts training still got his body moving. Nan Hong Quan emphasizes a long bridge and a hard stance, resulting in powerful and fierce strikes.

Qi Hu shouted loudly, channeling his inner energy to unleash a powerful palm strike, yelling at the same time:

"Young man, if you think highly of me, Qi Hu, then go all out!"

"hiss--------!"

The sound of airflow, like a whale sucking in water, echoed in the martial arts hall.

'Boom! '

My heart pounded like a drum, and my blood seemed to boil. In an instant, everything around me seemed to slow down.

Qi Hu's hands resembled claws but were not quite; the veins on the back of his hands were prominently bulging, and his sleeves were pressed up to his arms by the wind, revealing his strong arm muscles.

Sunlight streamed through the skylight overhead, seemingly fixing the tiny dust particles in place.

"call----"

With a heavy stomp of his left foot on the bluestone slab, a crisp 'crack' sound was heard, and cracks appeared on the bluestone slab.

The power originated from his feet and traveled up his spine. This was the first time Li Xia had thrown a punch using the correct method of generating force.

Complete Focus - Breathing!

The fist grew larger and larger in Qi Hu's eyes until it filled his entire field of vision.

Am I... going to die? The shadow of death instantly loomed over my heart.

But the fist grazed his cheek and stopped near his ear. The wind from the punch stung his face, and his ears were filled with a booming sound.

Qi Hu stood frozen in place, his body stiff, and the once noisy martial arts school fell silent.

The disciples stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape.

What just happened?

In what seemed like an instant, the young man appeared directly beside Senior Brother Qi Hu, as if in a still frame.

And that huge inhalation sound, is that something a human could make?

"You...you look at the floor..."

A disciple pointed tremblingly at the ground where Li Xia had just stepped.

"Hiss—" The gasps of the crowd were unusually synchronized, and the sound was much louder than Li Xia's breathing just now.

Good heavens! This is a top-quality bluestone slab; it would be difficult to even smash it with a hammer, yet it cracked with just one step?

Many young disciples couldn't help but swallow hard, their gazes towards Li Xia now seeming almost divine.

Li Xia slowly withdrew his fist; the punch had left a faint stinging pain in his arm and left leg.

Upon checking his health points, which had decreased by about 3%, Li Xia had a sudden realization.

That punch just now exceeded the limits of the body. Even in the original work, the Pillars and Tanjuro of the Demon Slayer Corps underwent extremely arduous training to hone their bodies in order to unleash the power of the breathing techniques.

Even so, there is still an upper limit.

However, I am different. Ordinary humans have an upper limit, but I do not. As long as I have enough attribute points, I can keep getting stronger!

Qi Hu finally came to his senses. His body seemed to have lost all strength, and he staggered back a few steps, a side effect of the excessive secretion of adrenaline.

His gaze seemed to radiate light, burning with a fiery intensity, as devout as a believer seeking enlightenment, respectfully inquiring:

"How... can one train to reach your level?"

Before Li Xia could answer, she heard a strong voice coming from the doorway:

"Next life!"

Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw that someone had appeared on the sidelines at some point, with his hands behind his back.

"master?!"

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1. Monthly pass 2. Recommendation vote

There will probably be one or two more chapters before the urban portion ends. There won't be as many urban scenes later on, mainly because we need to lay the groundwork for some things this time.

We also need to explain some things clearly.

Chapter Twenty-Five: The End of Skill (Please continue reading!)

If you didn't know his age, it would be hard to believe that the man in front of you is already seventy years old.

Li Xia looked at Qi Guanjun sitting in front of her. His hair was still black and shiny, with only a few gray hairs visible at his temples.

The outline of his muscles was faintly visible beneath his T-shirt.

"Young man...have some tea."

Qi Guanjun pushed a cup of tea over, his gaze peaceful. Only at this moment did he act like an old man who had experienced seventy years of ups and downs.

"I saw that punch just now. Young man, you haven't practiced martial arts, have you?"

"Yes, I haven't practiced it."

Li Xia picked up the small teacup and took a sip.

"When I saw that coin outside, I thought it was some senior coming to see me and playing a little joke on me. But when I went inside and saw the fist, I knew I was wrong."

Young man...you're on the wrong path, you've gone astray. To be able to generate power with just a breath is truly a genius!

Wrong turn...? A prodigy?

"Using qi to generate power is the essence of boxing, but martial arts practitioners emphasize cultivating internal qi, and this qi must not be dissipated. Although your method is fierce and your progress is rapid."

However, once one cultivates to a high level, it may deplete one's vital essence and shorten one's lifespan. For you to achieve this at such a young age demonstrates your exceptional intelligence and extraordinary comprehension.

Li Xia slowly raised his head. "Awesome! Is this what a master is like?"

Breathing techniques are indeed like that; once the Demon Slayer Mark is activated, death is even faster. The Demon Slayer Corps strengthens their physique through medical treatment, hot springs, and rigorous training, but even so, those who activate the Demon Slayer Mark still don't live past 25.

But... I am different. The temple is a magical place with infinite possibilities.

"I know everything the old man said, so I came here to—"

"Learn martial arts?"

Li Xia paused for a moment and then nodded:

"Yes"

"it is good"

Qi Guanjun poured Li Xia another cup of tea, and couldn't help but laugh when he saw the expression on Li Xia's face.

Have you ever read any martial arts novels?

"Of course, which one are you referring to?"

Lao She, "The Broken Soul Spear"

Li Xia recalled that Lao She... also wrote martial arts novels?

"The last master craftsman practiced the Soul-Severing Spear technique one last time in the empty courtyard, saying to the night sky, 'I won't pass it on, I won't pass it on...'"

Qi Guanjun picked up his teacup as if he were holding a glass of strong liquor:

"But why should these things, passed down from generation to generation, be cut off?"

In the past, Chinese martial arts were clearly divided into various schools and styles, but now... the hardships of learning martial arts are too much for most people to bear.

Master Qi sat up straight and said in a firm and resolute voice:

"If someone is willing to learn seriously, I will teach them!"

Li Xia's eyes lit up. He took a deep breath and demonstrated what it means to "strike while the iron is hot" and "push the iron further."

"Master Qi, do you know any other styles or schools of martial arts? I'm willing to pay tuition!"

Qi Guanjun's smile froze, and the old man looked up, suddenly bursting into laughter out of anger.

"Fine, I'd like to see how many skills this prodigy can actually learn!"

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"Watch closely, this is Hung Kuen."

Withdraw your hands to protect your chest! Step on the "Two-Character Peg Yang Horse" stance, exhale the turbid air, and let out a "ha!" sound!

The right fist hooks inward from the outside, while the left fist presses out and simultaneously pulls upward!

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"The foundation of Xingyi Quan is Zhan Zhuang (standing meditation)! If you don't do Zhan Zhuang well, all your boxing practice will be in vain."

"Sink your Qi to your Dantian! Feel the power rising from the Yongquan acupoint on the soles of your feet, passing through your legs and waist, and then transmitting to your hands, forming a complete and continuous power transmission path."

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"The spirit of Bajiquan is 'loyalty, courage, selflessness, and courage in the face of danger.' Learning martial arts begins with cultivating the spirit! If you don't have this spirit, don't learn it!"