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Chapter 146 Mastery

On the wall of the garrison fort, Han Luheng was leading his personal guards on patrol while frowning and thinking about something.

As the right-hand man of Wei Zhifei, the commander of the Fiery Army's vanguard, Han Luheng has always been an intelligent brain among the vanguard generals.

This is not to say that Han Luheng was extremely intelligent, able to anticipate the enemy's moves, or good at fighting, but rather it was due to his outstanding domestic management ability.

People who are familiar with Han Luheng say that this guy is like having ten brains. Whether it is the logistics supply, marching arrangements, camp construction, personnel transfers, material distribution... no matter how complicated and intricate the matter is, Han Luheng always has the ability to manage it in an orderly manner.

It is also because of this that Han Luheng has always been known as the general manager in the front army of the Fiery Army.

This time, the wormhole of the You Clan was opened in an abandoned ancient city west of Yishan City. The front army mobilized in a large scale, preparing to set up a second line of defense in the direction of the ancient city, and to build Yishan City into a rear base camp. Han Luheng came to fight in the front.

Han Luheng has done this kind of thing countless times and is already very familiar with it.

What troubled him was that he found that among the four counties of Xiazhou, Bei County was located in a remote area, and the three cities of Yishan, Huoniu and Xisai were all small cities. The local sects and families were relatively weak in strength and status in the whole Xiazhou.

This means that with the arrival of sects and families from all over the place, a situation will inevitably emerge in the future where the guests are strong and the hosts are weak.

Han Luheng was not interested in the relationship between these noble families and sects, which was not a good thing for the internal affairs he was in charge of, because it would inevitably mean some competition for interests.

People are like this. If something is in the hands of a strong person, everyone will know about it and dare not have any objections. But if it is in the hands of some people who are not as good as oneself, even if one should not try to get it, one will be tempted to try.

Just like this time, in just one day...some people have already begun to envy the business that the Yishan City Su family has taken over in the army, and have started to have inappropriate thoughts. Some words have even been delivered to him.

"These idiots probably don't understand who gave the Su family the business." Han Luheng was a little annoyed. He thought to himself that he had to find an opportunity to give these people a good beating.

At this moment, Han Luheng saw one of his men hurriedly coming up the stairs. He walked quickly to him and reported, "Sir, there was a conflict and fight between the sect disciples in front of the fortress gate."

Han Luheng's face darkened and he strode towards the gate of the garrison fort.

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Outside the gate of the Garrison, more and more people gathered to watch. In the central open space, the two battles became more and more intense.

As for Su Daoyu and Bao Shouyi, they were both at the upper seventh rank. In addition, the Mohu Sword Sect and the Yunjing Sect had been enemies for many years and had done in-depth research on each other's martial arts. Therefore, the two were evenly matched and neither could do anything to the other for a while.

As for Su Daoshan and Ma Wenrui, the onlookers watched with great interest and excitement.

On one hand, the party with a lower martial arts level attacked continuously. On the other hand, the party with a higher martial arts level was dodging. On the other hand, everyone found that after the initial awkwardness, the young scholar with a righteous face became more and more skilled and fluent in boxing.

Before, everyone thought that he wouldn't be able to hold on for long, but he just kept punching one after another. Not only did he not get exhausted, but later on, even his skin wasn't as red, the sweat and white mist on his head decreased, and the energy running through his body wasn't as frequent as before.

However, the power of his punches seemed to have been reduced a lot. Many moves that Ma Wenrui did not dare to take head-on could now be taken on easily.

What worries everyone the most about this young man is that he seems to only know this one boxing style. After the first round, he was unable to defeat Ma Wenrui, so he started the second round. Now after the second round, he clenched his fists and swung his arms, using another move, "Blood Sea Ringing Bell", and started the third round!
People all shook their heads secretly, thinking that the young man had run out of tricks.

If the fight continued like this, even if Ma Wenrui was a fool, he would have figured out the routine. As long as there was an opportunity and a counterattack, Ma Wenrui would win without even waiting for the boy to be exhausted!

However, what people didn't know was that when Su Daoshan started to play for the third time, the already stunned faces of Meng Qiaofu and Han Gu's disciples outside the crowd became even more excited, as if a color palette had been overturned.

"Mastery!" Xue Yu felt a chill creeping up his back, his hair stood on end, and his eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost. "See the meaning! He has understood the meaning!"

No one answered him.

Everyone, including Meng Qiaofu, was stunned.

As we all know, the easiest way to improve any martial arts is to practice and perform it continuously, and to deepen your understanding in the process. It can be said that the level of comprehension of martial arts determines the upper limit of a martial artist's mastery of martial arts.

If one can only see the form, then the martial arts can at best reach the level of rough proficiency.

In order to achieve proficiency, at the very least, one must understand the meaning of the martial arts - it is impossible to practice a martial art to the point of being proficient and at ease if one only understands the form but not the meaning.

But normally, even if you reach the level of insight, it will take a long time to master martial arts. After all, comprehension is comprehension, and actual combat is actual combat. It is said that knowing is easy, but doing is difficult. Sometimes, just because you know how to do something doesn't mean you can do it.

But now, what do you see?
Facing Ma Wenrui, Su Daoshan's boxing became more and more fluent and more and more flexible. As he moved, every sound of his Qi burst out was perfectly matched with the stretched boxing, and even if you just watched from the side, you would feel a sense of pleasure.

More importantly, at this moment, a kind of artistic conception has begun to clearly appear between Su Daoshan's moves.

Every time he threw a punch, it was as if there was a mad demon standing behind him, looking down on all living things. It was so vicious, so bloodthirsty, and so violent. However, Su Daoshan, who was standing in front of it, was neither hurried nor slow.

Whether it was the breath of the devil or the fist power that continued to accumulate like a frenzy, they were all firmly controlled by him.

But everyone knows that once Su Daoshan needs it, this accumulated power will burst out like a volcanic eruption, and it will be unstoppable!

The first time is for basic proficiency, the second time is for mastery...

What a damn talent!

"This kid..." Meng Qiaofu muttered, feeling both pleasantly surprised and troubled. He already knew that no matter how much Su Daoshan suppressed him, Ma Wenrui was no longer worthy of being his sharpening stone.

The knife hasn't been sharpened to its sharpest point yet, but the whetstone is about to break!
In addition to Meng Qiaofu, Ma Wenrui, Su Daoshan's opponent who has always been at the center of the storm, also discovered this.

When Su Daoshan began to repeat the Crazy Eighteen Hammers for the third time, Ma Wenrui thought that his chance to fight back had come. But he soon found that for some reason, it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to cope with it. It felt like he had been silently sunk to the bottom of the water without anyone noticing. At first, he didn't feel anything, but later, he felt heavier and heavier, as if a mountain was pressing down on him.

Those ordinary drops of water, now every one of them has become a death warrant weighing on your body.

On the contrary, the opponent's momentum was getting bigger and bigger, making people shudder. It was as if he was not facing a thin boy, but a demon god who was like a mountain, giving people endless oppression and violence!

Bang, bang. Ma Wenrui clapped his palms continuously, turning into phantoms in the sky, and slapped twelve palm prints in succession in the air, easily dissolving Su Daoshan's one-handed heavy hammer.

Just as the crowd around him suddenly burst into cheers, Ma Wenrui felt a sense of extreme danger.

It was as if his move did not knock away the opponent's fist, but opened a door to a fiery hell. Inside the door, a pair of cold and crazy eyes were looking at him greedily. At the same time, a violent breath came like an erupting volcano!
"run!"

At this moment, Ma Wenrui felt as if all the hairs on his body stood up. A thought flashed through his mind, and he immediately wanted to withdraw.

However, it's too late.

Bang! Su Daoshan, who had been boxing in a tepid manner, suddenly kicked his feet. His figure was like a vicious tiger and he approached Ma Wenrui's body. The next second, he bent his knees, lowered his shoulders and bent his waist. The whole person was like a strong bow with a full string, and punched out with both fists!

The seventh move of the Eighteen Crazy Hammers: Mad Bull Crashing into a Tree!
With a loud bang, everyone around felt that at this moment, the aura of this young man was like a bonfire that was about to burn to the end, and was suddenly doused with kerosene. The raging arrogance burst out so recklessly.

And the two fists he punched out were like the horns of a charging mad bull, directly breaking through Ma Wenrui's parrying palms and hitting him hard in the chest!
With a cracking sound, Ma Wenrui's chest was like a sack hit by a heavy hammer, and was directly deformed. Everyone could even feel that the force of the fist was almost coming out from his arched back.

However, this is just the forerunner of this move!

After a successful move, Su Daoshan kept moving, his hands turned from fists into claws, and suddenly grabbed Ma Wenrui's arms...

"stop!"

"Boy, how dare you!"

At this moment, several disciples of the Yunjing Sect nearby shouted in unison and rushed forward. Bao Shouyi's eyes were red with anger as he tried to rush to the rescue.

As a warrior, everyone knows what it means to have both arms grabbed in this situation.

However, Bao Shouyi was entangled by Su Daoyu.

"Your opponent is me." Su Daoyu said calmly with a smile on his face. However, his men were aiming at Bao Shouyi's vital points with every move, even at the risk of his life, forcing him to panic and not have a chance to withdraw.

Almost at the same time, there was a "click" sound.

Su Daoshan pinched and shook his hands, and a terrifying energy flowed through his arms to Ma Wenrui's arms, which suddenly exploded. Ma Wenrui screamed miserably, and the muscles in his arms exploded, and his bones broke, drooping in a strange twisted posture. Especially at the elbows, you could even see the broken bones protruding from the skin.

It's not over yet!
The next second, Su Daoshan punched Ma Wenrui in the nose, hitting his face. His nose was crooked and his teeth fell out. Tears flowed from his eye sockets and his brow bone was broken.

Seeing this, Su Yu and Su Daochun on the side clenched their fists tightly. How could the two siblings not know that this was Su Daoshan venting his anger for them!
Cutting off his hand was a revenge for his previous disrespect to Su Yu.

And this punch in the face was revenge for beating Su Daochun black and blue before!
"Kill him!" The disciples of Yunjing Sect were almost crazy and rushed forward.

Seeing this, several disciples of the Mohu Sword Sect nearby shouted in unison, ready to join the battle. At this moment, Su Daoshan flashed, and instead of retreating, he rushed into the crowd of Yunjing Sect disciples. This charge was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. With the muffled sound of fists hitting each other, the two weakest Yunjing Sect disciples were already flying backwards.

Su Daoshan is on full fire!

For a moment, the onlookers could only see him pointing south and north, punching and kicking.

It was clearly the same boxing style and movements as before. But if the previous one was like a slowly rotating windmill, then now it was like a windmill that was caught in a storm and was spinning wildly. That thin body contained an endless violent aura, and his fists and legs were like four flying and rotating hammers, each of which was terrifyingly heavy.

The punches and kicks made sharp whistling sounds, and the sound of Qi explosions was continuous and dense. In the blink of an eye, another Yunjing Sect disciple was knocked back by a punch, and like a cannonball, he crashed directly into the crowd, causing people and horses to fall to the ground.

There were five Yunjing Sect disciples who rushed towards Su Daoshan. Their strength was originally lower than Ma Wenrui's. Now they rushed forward in a rage, but unexpectedly Su Daoshan's fist burst out, and three of them fell in an instant.

Seeing that the remaining two were also being hit pale by Su Daoshan's hammer after hammer, at this moment, a figure flew down from the top of the crowd, like a wall, blocking Su Daoyu and Bao Shouyi who were fighting.

The man was in his forties, wearing a conical hat, and was tall and strong.

There were continuous bang sounds, and the attacks from Su Daoyu and Bao Shouyi were all taken on by this man with ease.

Immediately, the man stretched out his left arm and grabbed Su Daoyu's shoulder. With just a light squeeze, Su Daoyu felt his internal energy scattered, his blood and qi ebb, and his hands and feet became sore and weak, as if they were falling apart. He couldn't even lift a muscle.

After subduing Su Daoyu, the man reached out and gently pushed Bao Shouyi.

"Hurry! Your fellow apprentice is in danger!"

Bao Shouyi only felt that his body was lifted by a gentle energy, and he flew into the air, flying towards the direction of Su Daoshan. He was surprised and happy for a moment.

"Thank you, senior!"

(End of this chapter)