Minglong

Chapter 215 Clouds follow dragons, winds follow tigers (2)

Dragon Breath Without Form is a unique skill that Wei Wuyi comprehended from the Martial Arts Divine Scripture, and it is classified into protective qi.

However, unlike the normal protective qi which can only defend against stray arrows and the aftershocks of qi, this technique uses extraordinary qi control to make true qi condense instantly on the body surface, forming an impenetrable protective layer, equivalent to the external release of 'Panlong Henggang', combining the effects of a domineering body and protective qi.

Because sealing off all areas of the body would prevent one from moving and would consume too much energy, true qi is condensed instantly at the point of impact. Its release and range are entirely at one's discretion. It is one of the most advanced qi techniques in martial arts and is also Wei Wuyi's signature technique.

Xie Jinhuan's "Dragon Coiling the Mountain" can be used for both defense and offense, and it is an extremely powerful move. However, it is not very effective against martial artists. If he tries to use the Dragon Breath without form against the Dragon Breath, he will only be continuously injured by the shockwaves and will have no chance of winning.

The experts present could all see the trick, and their eyes were focused on Xie Jinhuan, wanting to see what other hidden skills this young man could pull out.

Xie Jinhuan lived up to expectations, and after briefly sizing up his opponent, calmly said:

"This move is famous throughout the Great Qian Dynasty, but it has too many flaws and cannot be considered a superior technique."

"Ok?"

This time, not only the onlookers were taken aback, but even Nangong Ye was surprised, thinking to himself:

You little brat, you're getting a bit cocky!

This is Wei Wuyi's signature move. Wei Wuyi is standing on the stage, and you're telling him to his face that it's not top-notch?

Wei Wuyi's expression was indeed a bit complicated. He wanted to respond, but since the occasion wasn't right, he decided against it and just took it as innocent childish talk.

Upon hearing this, Wei Yin, as the apprentice, naturally glared angrily and asked in a cold voice:
"Brother Xie, don't speak too confidently. This move is universally acknowledged in the martial arts world of the Great Qian Dynasty as being difficult to break. In your eyes, it's not even considered top-notch?"

Xie Jinhuan slid his feet apart and assumed a rock-solid boxing stance again:

"A martial artist uses his inner energy to surround himself within three feet for seamless protection, without affecting his own activities, and without having to think about how to defend himself. The Dragon Breath Without Form is indeed exquisite, but it tests experience and skill too much, losing the 'great skill without artifice'. To achieve invulnerability to all methods, one must first have a sharp mind."

"To unleash the Dragon Breath Without Form, one must first capture the opponent's trajectory and control the range so as not to affect one's own actions. Its defensive power is indeed unparalleled, but if it fails to defend, it is as good as having none."

Wei Yin knew that Dragon Breath Without Form relied on skill, but he didn't think Xie Jinhuan was strong enough to overwhelm his mind, so he responded calmly:

"When these words came from Ye Sheng's mouth, my master and I had nothing to say, but Brother Xie's words were a bit presumptuous."

Even the onlookers, including the Seven Heroes of Martial Arts, felt that Xie Jinhuan was being too disrespectful to Lao Deng.

After all, anyone can talk big, but to break this move, one must be able to beat Wei Wuyi and his disciples so badly that they can't find their way back. Who among their generation has that kind of strength?

Xie Jinhuan didn't explain to the others. After a moment of hesitation, he launched a preemptive attack!
Boom——

The surrounding martial artists watched as the white-robed figure, who had been standing still, almost vanished from his spot, charging forward with a thunderous stomp. At the same time, a muffled thud of a fist shattering the air echoed from afar.

Poof——

Wei Yin was closely watching Xie Jinhuan's movements, but this sudden attack still took him by surprise. Almost as soon as Xie Jinhuan made a move, a powerful punch with superhuman strength was already at his heart.

Wei Yin neither dodged nor avoided, but instead gathered his energy to seal his heart gate, while simultaneously unleashing a powerful punch to his chest and abdomen.

But the white-robed figure in front of him seemed to be a different person. While dodging, the seemingly unchangeable heavy punch suddenly bounced off and turned into a hand katana, like a boneless snake, swirling left and right within three feet in front of him, making six turns, and finally stepping on his toes, instantly stomping his shoe half a foot into the ground!
"hiss--?!"

Wei Yin was completely focused on finding the point of the hand strike, and had no idea that Xie Jinhuan's ruthless snake-like hand was a feint. He immediately pulled back and kicked, but saw Xie Jinhuan seize the opportunity to strike his throat hard. He immediately countered with a backhand.

As a result, Xie Jinhuan seemed to be blind, looking to the right, and suddenly punched the air on the left, then changed his move midway to a chop to the neck, and then somehow stepped on his right foot...

???

What are you hitting?!
Wei Yin's eyes darted around, and he was instantly thrown off balance by the flurry of punches.

The crowd around them heard a muffled thud, and then Wei Yin began to dance wildly, causing a string of firecrackers to explode on the loess ground:
Bang bang bang bang bang...

Ninety percent of the onlookers couldn't see the movements clearly, but they could see that Wei Yin's clothes and trousers were instantly shattered, and that his muscular chest and even his shoulders and arms were constantly covered with dents from fists, palms, and fingers. Before the skin could bounce back, another dent would appear.

The so-called invincible Dragon Breath Formless Form was nothingness and couldn't be stopped even once.

Wei Yin suffered repeated blows and fought back while retreating, his arms like heavy hammers, trying to strike the white figure in front of him.

Xie Jinhuan's footwork was unpredictable, his hands moved like lightning, seemingly capable of knocking someone down with a single touch, yet each move was a combination of deflection and attack.

bang bang bang bang...

The muffled sounds continued throughout the arena. Because the key to defeating the enemy was speed, the sound was not particularly impressive, but the speed was so fast that the two seemed to have three heads and six arms as they attacked and defended each other.

When the seven martial arts masters saw this, they initially thought Xie Jinhuan was just throwing punches randomly, but after watching a few moves, they realized that there was something wrong with this haphazard punching.

Although seemingly haphazard, each move hit its mark, but the targets were not vital and thus did not inflict significant damage.

Wei Wuyi had studied under Ye Sheng and was very experienced; he recognized the school of thought at a glance.
Blinding Sword Technique!

Although Xie Jinhuan was using fists and palms, the core of his technique was clearly the same as the famous martial arts of the Twin Saints Ye Temple—not seeking to severely injure vital points, but only to strike unexpectedly. He would not use any of the optimal solutions that the opponent could predict, but would instead strike the unexpected, even if it could only humiliate the opponent without causing any damage.

This unique skill has no set moves; it trains one's experience, reaction, thinking, and acting skills in responding to and countering moves, and it is not simply about 'winning without moves'.

The best strategy is to defeat others by having no moves, relying on absolute experience to break through their defenses and achieve victory.

The blind sword technique aims to achieve 'surprise' by disrupting the opponent's rhythm through proficiency, dragging the opponent into a state of blind fighting, and then defeating the opponent with absolute rich experience. The more experienced the opponent is, the more difficult it will be to encounter them. If you can break their moves, it means that you have not mastered it yet.

Xie Jinhuan's fluid and skillful techniques of "attacking from the left and right, feinting to the east and striking to the west, avoiding the weak and attacking the strong, and striking high and low" were clearly mastered. Even Ye Sheng himself, standing before him, would probably only manage a draw. Could this young man be Ye Sheng's direct disciple?!
Wei Wuyi observed carefully, and the more he looked, the more similar it seemed. The technique, acting skills, and thought process were exactly the same as Ye Sheng's. He absolutely did not believe that Ye Sheng had not sparred with him for thousands of matches.

Wei Yin was hit dozens of times in the blink of an eye. Although he was not seriously injured, he was stunned!
Xie Jinhuan attacked haphazardly, and he couldn't just parry indiscriminately. He could only avoid vital points and pull back, trying to find a way to break through Xie Jinhuan's moves.

However, this martial art was Ye Sheng's painstaking creation. Xie Jinhuan had fought thousands of bloody battles on the Immortal Island and the only solution he found was "playing the ox to the zither." He didn't try to counter or break the moves, but relied on absolute strength and speed to forcefully strike the center. If he could withstand it, he would die; if he couldn't, he would die. Trying to counter Ye Sheng's moves was just asking for humiliation.

Although Xie Jinhuan had forgotten that experience, the skills he had honed remained in him.

As expected, Wei Yin's skill was outrageously strong, but faced with this unorthodox style that completely defied common sense in martial arts, he quickly became overwhelmed. Seeing Xie Jinhuan throw another straight punch, he immediately withdrew his foot, and the result was:
bang——

A powerful punch slammed into his chest, accompanied by a loud bang.

The fist sank in more than an inch, and the force penetrated into his body, causing Wei Yin, who was in a daze, to fly backward again and crash onto the yellow earth.

bang...

Wow…

His body slid to a stop and then flipped up again, and the surrounding area was completely silent.

Nine out of ten people didn't understand the move; they only saw Wei Yin gesturing wildly and then flying away, completely baffled.

The Seven Martial Arts Masters could see that this was the style of Ye Sheng's lineage, which was unpredictable and difficult to defend against. However, to become a master, one must first have the ability to see the whole picture and lead the opponent. If one is even slightly off, it is just fancy moves. Ye Sheng's lineage had only managed to make a name for themselves by blindly following Wu Zheng's example.

The leaders present were surprised to discover that Xie Jinhuan also had this skill. After all, this technique could not be said to be able to counter the Dragon Breath Without Form, but Wei Yin's mind was clearly not able to keep up, which showed that there was a gap in experience and technique. If they could not break the deadlock with force, they would have almost no chance of winning this game.

Xie Jinhuan didn't pursue further. He casually tore off the tattered strips of cloth from his body, revealing his perfectly sculpted chest, abdomen, and shoulders, eliciting a series of "Oh~"s from the young lady and lady, a hint of disappointment in their eyes.

"The God of Supervision has nurtured this for many years. If it can only suppress me to less than half a grade, then this thing cannot be considered a great opportunity."

"call……"

Wei Yin rolled over and stood up, his body covered in bruises, and his eyes no longer held the contempt he had shown before the battle.

After staring at Xie Jinhuan for a moment, Wei Yin's breathing became heavy, his muscles bulged, and his eyes turned blood red, like an enraged tiger, exuding a chilling murderous aura, as if a thousand troops were besieging a city.

"I was just exchanging blows with you. If you want to see what kind of power the Divine Gift of the Guardian has, I can show you."

As he spoke, Wei Yin's aura grew stronger and stronger, as if an invisible force was descending upon him. The sandstorm was stirred up, and from a distance, it looked like a fierce tiger crouching down, its eyes meeting Wei Yin's tiger eyes as it gazed at the tiny figure in the distance.

"Oh..."

This scene not only startled the surrounding martial artists, but even Coal Ball shrank back, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

Nangong Ye had initially thought Wei Yin was in trouble, but seeing this situation, his heart skipped a beat, and he realized something was wrong—Wei Yin had just been unwilling to expend the divine power that was only diminishing and not increasing, and had only used his well-nurtured physique to fight the enemy.

Now that the White Tiger has truly possessed him, not to mention his fighting prowess, his mere aura is enough to ward off evil spirits and make all living beings tremble with fear.

Xie Jinhuan could only gain an advantage through technique before, but he couldn't seriously injure this beast. Now, facing a demigod with his mortal body, he has almost no chance of winning against the beast, given that brute force can overcome all techniques.

Seeing this, Bu Yuehua also sighed softly.

Wei Wuyi knew of the divine power bestowed upon the supervisory soldiers, and perhaps wanting to demonstrate the magnanimity of an elder, he interjected at this moment:

"Young friend Xie's skill far surpasses that of my humble disciple; he only lacks a bit of luck. If you were to acquire this item in the future, you might very well be able to take the top spot again."

This isn't exactly a halftime celebration for Wei Wuyi. After all, Wei Yin had been nurtured by the divine gift of the Jianbing God since he was six years old. Unless Xie Jinhuan also received the gift of the Jianbing God at the age of six, even if he used all his strength to fight ten times, his skills would be useless. Panlong Henggang could no longer stand firm, and if they really fought, he would become a ball and be hit all over the place.

Xie Jinhuan's resume is clear: he lived in the capital city before the age of sixteen. It would be impossible for someone at the eighth rank of martial arts to have such an opportunity. His only chance to turn the tables was that he had collected a set of Five Elders' Divine Gifts in the last three years.

But that's impossible. Xie Jinhuan couldn't gather them all on his own. Even if Xian Deng doted on his disciple, he wouldn't give the Xuanwu to his descendants. After all, it's not very useful for young people, and if he loses it, he'll die on the spot.

Wei Wuyi was a man of considerable experience and knowledge, and he couldn't fathom how Xie Jinhuan could possibly turn the tables.

The same applies to the remaining seven martial arts heroes. The Five Elders' divine gift is already a top-tier opportunity that would make one a sect leader. Xie Jinhuan couldn't possibly pull out something even more powerful, could he?
Everyone stared at Xie Jinhuan, wondering if he would back down.

After all, admitting defeat now is a victory in martial arts, only losing a chance. It is still an honorable defeat.

If a real fight breaks out and you get kicked around like a football, that would be a bit embarrassing.

Xie Jinhuan was clearly perceptive, able to discern the terrifying suppressive power of the invisible force surrounding Wei Yin—a power that even he couldn't suppress, causing his soul to tremble. He immediately nodded slightly.
“This is more like the supervising deity who oversees the conquests of the mortal realm. I originally intended to test his strength with my mortal body, but now it seems that a mortal body is indeed difficult to shake the Five Directions Deities. In that case, I will go all out and meet Brother Wei.”

?

Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback, thinking to themselves:

Huh? You weren't really going all out just now?

Wei Wuyi frowned, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.

As he expected, Xie Jinhuan had the confidence to come and wouldn't give his apprentice a reputation for nothing.

Everyone looked up and saw that after Xie Jinhuan finished speaking, he stripped to the waist, raised his arms, and his perfect shoulder and back curves were bathed in the autumn light. His aura flowed around him, and his cold, clear eyes stared at the fierce tiger-like figure opposite him, his tone clear and bright:

"Dragon Soul Conceals Its Veins, Blood Qi Surges to the Spirit, Heavenly Gang Breaks Through Evil, Shining Brightly Among the Seven Stars! Yao Guang, Open!"

(End of this chapter)