With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 477 The fist must first break the shackles with intent, and the qi and blood will soar to the sky and transform into rainbows!
The situation on the field was constantly changing, and the two exchanged hundreds of punches.

Meng Chuan's offensive became increasingly fierce, and he gained more and more momentum with each attack.

With proper coordination of the waist and hips, the body moves like a drill.

His Bajiquan fighting style is not just fast, but like a rhythmic storm, striking continuously.

The hammer was used to exert force, and the air rumbled with a continuous, muffled sound.

With a single punch, he pushed aside the air in front of him, creating a vacuum.

Then he retracted his fist, drawing all the air back in.

The human body pulls all of this together, like a mythical dragon manipulating the clouds.

Ma Hongju, on the other hand, focuses on defensive counter-attacks, looking for weaknesses in the opponent's defenses.

After taking over a hundred more punches, a glint flashed in his eyes. He wrapped his arm in a semi-circle and hooked Meng Chuan's arm, unleashing the power of Tai Chi grappling to completely lock Meng Chuan's arm in place.

As he grasped her hand, he was suddenly startled.

The feel of the skin on Meng Chuan's arm was completely unlike that of a "human".

The cold, solid feedback felt no different from gripping a steel pipe.

Even a solid steel pipe would be easily crushed by his palm strike.

At this moment, no matter how hard he tried, Meng Chuan's arm did not change at all.

Looking up suddenly, the other person's expression was completely blank.

He then tried to entwine and lift Meng Chuan, unleashing his binding force, but still failed to move him. He secretly thought something was wrong.

Meng Chuan's body was like a pillar of strength, his feet firmly planted on the ground, and with the force he exerted, a dent was created.

Instead, he pulled his arm down and pressed down, causing Ma Hongju to stumble.

Then bend your arm and extend your palm upwards to support the sky.

His true energy erupted like a geyser, sending him flying.

Within a straight line of nearly 100 meters, the trees that were touched collapsed in large numbers, as they were all knocked down by Ma Hongju's back.

With one hand, he slapped down the opponent's attacking hand; with the other, he supported the sky.

This technique is known as the "Heaven-Reaching Palm" in the Bajiquan school.

Before Ma Hongju could even stand up straight, his martial arts instincts kicked in, and he instantly bent his elbow and raised it to his head to block.

Meng Chuan appeared like a shadow, landing a heavy punch on his arm. The pain sent a jolt through his brain, causing him to grit his teeth and try to get up.

Just then, Meng Chuan swung his leg down in a downward chop, the blow whistling like a battle axe as it struck the shoulder.

Ma Hongju immediately demonstrated a level of agility that surpassed what ordinary people could comprehend.

With an odd half-squatting, half-sitting posture, he rolled away awkwardly to avoid the danger.

Before he could even regain his footing, Meng Chuan's figure flashed up and struck him down with lightning speed.

The two resumed their entangled fight, but Ma Hongju was not in as good condition as before.

He had practiced Wudang Tai Chi for a long time, and Yin and Yang energy flowed continuously from his body to repair damage.

However, they were never able to catch up with Meng Chuan's offensive.

His fists were so heavy that even without regulating his internal energy, each strike of the Bajiquan style would create a huge crater if it hit a concrete floor, let alone a human body.

On the other hand, even without activating his hard armor, his skin and flesh were enough to withstand Ma Hongju's punches.

Since the opponent does not possess the True Martial Art, they have an innate advantage in remaining undefeated.

It can only be said that Brother Ma's external martial arts skills are still not up to par and he needs to practice more.

At this moment, Ma Hongju felt that his body was a bit "weak" and his Yin-Yang internal energy was beginning to be deficient.

This internal energy is transformed into true qi, which is used to both enhance the power of punches and kicks and repair injuries to the body.

He was not a being with boundless inner energy; at this moment, the internal energy gushing from the spring of his consciousness was gradually changing from the state of a faucet opening a floodgate to the state of shaking after releasing water.
"hiss"

Ma Hongju was struck in the waist and abdomen by another "Shaking River and Breaking Cable Elbow," a vicious move transformed from the traditional Baji Liangyi Ding, with astonishing destructive power.

He swayed involuntarily, and the foundation he was on crumbling.

Ma Hongju gritted his teeth, arched his waist backward sharply, releasing his strength while using his back as a stake to firmly root himself in place, and wrapped his two hands around Meng Chuan's neck from the left and right.

Unexpectedly, Meng Chuan was prepared. He ducked to dodge, then suddenly raised his knee high and struck at Ma Hongju's waist and abdomen again. Ma Hongju pulled back his hand to block downwards, leaving an opening above him. Meng Chuan had already anticipated this, and his heavy punches were delivered the instant he raised his leg.

Ma Hongju immediately turned his head to the side, dodging the swaying punch. Meng Chuan then instantly twisted his wrist into a palm, gripping the opponent's shoulder while simultaneously pressing his left palm against his chest, unleashing a burst of energy.

This time, he was held tightly by Meng Chuan and could no longer escape.

Ma Hongju's body moved almost horizontally, gliding along the ground for nearly a hundred meters, turning everything he touched—rocks, grass, and trees—into ashes.

"Brother Huma, you flatter me!"

Meng Chuan's shoulders rose and fell, releasing large amounts of steam, and wisps of white mist generated by his frequent exertion swept wildly like dragons.

Startled by him, it vanished completely.

It was a thoroughly enjoyable and exhilarating fight.

Throughout the entire fight, he was highly focused, his punches and kicks were so fast they were almost instinctive, even as if he could foresee the future, surpassing his instincts.

"Everyone, please step back a bit. I have an idea I want to put into practice."

A rare flush appeared on Meng Chuan's face.

He cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to the three astonished figures in the distance.

Wang Ye and the others snapped out of their daze from the intense fighting and retreated to a distance as he instructed.

In the distance, Ma Hongju also stood up, supporting his back, his gaze towards Meng Chuan extremely complex. He muttered to himself, "The younger generation is truly formidable."

Despite their reluctance, they still retreated backward.

Meng Chuan still has the power of the Yi Jing to use, and even if he uses his trump card, he probably still won't be able to win.

Besides, he had already lost.
If the opponent's final palm strike were aimed at my neck...

Difficult to live
Meng Chuan stood still, his closed eyes seemingly straining, and the veins on his temples bulging.

"The technique of striking by breaking through the form and rhythm is not that difficult; the fist must precede the intention, the fist must precede the intention."

It's not simply about having a thought or idea first, and then expressing it through physical fighting techniques.

The intention is the consciousness of the mind; it is to use the mind to make the body react in sync with the thoughts, almost as if it were a prediction.

He had previously reached this level of attainment.

In summary, it is a closed loop of "intention, fist, and momentum".

This is the concept of "the fist precedes the intention" that ordinary people can understand.

At this moment, Meng Chuan comprehended the essence of his own martial arts techniques!
what is that?
The routines of boxing and kicking become instinctive, and the fist precedes the intention, which is still "following the rules".

To achieve the desired effect, paint a unique "tiger".

It is necessary to break the rules and record the unique and authentic feedback from the body between techniques.

During his fight with Ma Hongju, he practiced with the habit of prioritizing intention over technique, secretly recording every moment when things didn't go his way.

For example, when a certain move is executed according to standard, it is always countered by the opponent, or you notice a lack of coordination in your body during extremely fast combat.

These feedbacks are also meant to remind myself that there is a mismatch between the routine and my body.

At this point, ordinary people want to further develop their understanding of rhyme.

It requires a combination of practical experience and mental focus, through extensive simulations, to speculate on whether "changing the posture and body position to generate power would be smoother?"

In a broader sense, "following" means that the body's movements and actions are more in harmony with nature and conform to the laws of nature.

Thanks to the permanent validity of the certificate and the accumulation of a lot of boxing practice.

Meng Chuan has perfectly grasped this point during this fierce battle.

Then came what he had just realized: the final key to mastering the rhythm.
Forget the techniques, let your mind and body become one.

When the adjusted movements become new instincts, there is no longer a need to consciously think about what to do. As soon as the mind moves, the body naturally makes the most suitable response.

Meng Chuan, in a state of profound understanding, had some insight:

"At this point, the fist is focused on the mind and my fighting technique has been completely integrated."

From then on, routines were no longer a constraint, but rather, the "intention" became a readily available and reconfigurable resource for martial arts, a state of "attaining the essence while forgetting the form."

To achieve a rhythmic quality, one must first "forget".

He closed his eyes and practiced boxing in place, emptying his mind and banishing all thoughts, performing the technique purely on instinct.

This punch was like a wild horse parting its mane, and the next punch turned into an elbow strike.

In his hands, various boxing techniques and moves became a hodgepodge, without any rules, yet they were executed with a certain "rhythm".

Time slowly passed, ten moves, a hundred moves, even a thousand moves!

During the performance, Meng Chuan gradually felt a warm current flowing down his spine.

As the force of his punch surged upwards, it eventually rushed towards the back of his head, like a sudden enlightenment in the opposite direction.

Although his body had not undergone any "mutation," he inexplicably felt as if he had broken through another shackle.

Muscle cells and nerve fibers become active and regenerate continuously.

At the same time, wisps of blood and qi were continuously generated from within, nourishing the limbs and bones!
Meng Chuan was surprised. Could a well-executed martial art also induce the regeneration of qi and blood?
This was something he had never expected.

Furthermore, as Principal Yang of Yunjing once said, everyone is unique and cannot be replicated.

Therefore, he never asked his teacher or anyone else about the changes in the rhyme scheme.

Upon internal observation, this energy seemed to be inherently contained within these microscopic structures, but he had never been able to perceive it.

Now, stimulated by the rhythm of the fighting technique, he broke through the window paper attached to its surface and released it completely.

Guided by this new life force, it circulates around the internal organs, repairing minor damage, and then disperses to the limbs and bones, strengthening the parts of the body it passes through.

Ultimately, they surged into a torrent, rushing straight towards the Martial Arts Heaven.

One by one, the stars lit up the night sky.

At the same time, Meng Chuan's mind exploded with a "buzz," his consciousness trembled, and his hands and feet went numb.

Nearly fifteen stars were lit up in an instant.

With each breath, he immediately began to pant heavily.

White vapor, resembling a long, rosy cloud, billowed from his mouth and nose, accompanied by scorching, boiling mist.

This spring, transformed by the boiling flames, is now erupting like a volcano, uncontrollable.

More than 1,500 points of Qi and Blood were instantly added to his physical body, and the enormous boost he received made him feel like he was floating on air.

Meng Chuan closed his eyes and concentrated, a smile playing on his lips.

I haven't experienced this explosive thrill of an "upgrade" in a long time.
After a few breaths, the changes in his body suddenly appeared as he broke through the limits of [Shaking the Eight Extremes].

His muscles rippled like waves on a river, first inflating like air, then bulging and swelling from his neck all the way down to his Achilles tendon, like a human version of Mr. Michelin.
With a thought, it contracts again in the next instant, the muscles undulating like mountains, and the blue veins are the veins of the mountains.

(End of this chapter)