The First Sage of Military Strategists

Chapter 60 Battle with Yang Wu

On the panel, the proficiency level of Zhige Jing began to rise rapidly.

Han Qing returned to his room, sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes slightly, and calmly felt the improvement in his level of understanding of the Zhige Jing.

Inside the temple, the power of the Dharma rapidly increased, and the length of the second incense stick also kept increasing: six zhang three, six zhang four... seven zhang, seven zhang one, seven zhang two!

"Dacheng!"

Han Qing opened his eyes, his gaze clear and bright. He could clearly feel that his magical power had suddenly grown stronger, and his five senses had become clearer.

The conversion is still ongoing, but at a slightly slower pace.

About an hour later, Han Qing took a deep breath, his eyes bright and sparkling with confidence.

"Seven feet four inches! The Great Completion of the Ceasefire Manual!"

"Luo Sheng, can you still take me down now? In a one-on-one fight, the outcome is still uncertain!" Han Qing thought to himself.

"No rush, the opportunity will come eventually!" Han Qing thought for a while and then put the matter aside.

Don't rush things; improving your skills is the key.

Day two.

Han Qing continued his life as usual. After preparing medicine for Master Fang, he would immediately go to the training ground of the soap shop to practice martial arts.

Two days later.

According to Yang Wu's rules, there is a practical battle every three days. Today is the day of the practical battle again, but this time, the target is Yang Wu himself.

Yang Wu let Sun Xiao make the first move, and the two fought for more than ten rounds without a clear winner.

Seeing this, Yang Wu decided to take the stage himself.

"Han Qing, I will not hold back. You don't need to worry about me being your master. Go all out. Only in this way can we achieve real combat effectiveness," Yang Wu shouted.

"it is good!"

Upon hearing this, Han Qing pounced forward first, employing the same tactics he used against Sun Xiao: hit-and-run maneuvering.

However, Yang Wu's strength was clearly far superior to Sun Xiao's. While Han Qing kept circling around him, looking for an opening, Yang Wu reacted faster and was more agile than Sun Xiao. He was always able to turn around and confront Han Qing face to face at the first moment.

Han Qing was faster than Yang Wu, but the difference wasn't significant, while Han Qing was clearly at a disadvantage in terms of strength.

As their fists collided, Han Qing clearly felt a tremendous force surging from the front, causing him to uncontrollably fly backward.

Yang Wu pursued, and Han Qing continued to fight on the move. However, he was constantly being pressured, while he was able to gain a certain advantage when facing Sun Xiao.

They went back and forth like this for more than a dozen rounds.

Han Qing finally revealed a weakness, and Yang Wu seized the opportunity, striking him in the chest with a palm strike, sending him flying and crashing to the ground not far away.

However, the instant Han Qing was struck by the palm, he first used his strength to protect his body, and then secretly activated the thick membrane of his body from his external martial arts training. This double-layered protection and layer-by-layer force dissipation directly reduced most of the force of Yang Wu's palm strike.

Therefore, the moment Han Qing fell to the ground, he immediately flipped himself up and rushed towards Yang Wu as if nothing had happened.

"Hmm? Good lad, you didn't feel a thing when I struck you with my palm. Then continue!"

Yang Wu's palm strike was carefully controlled; it could injure, but wouldn't leave any real internal injuries. Han Qing could recover after taking a bath and resting for three days.

However, Han Qing's physical defenses greatly surprised him. When he struck with his palm, it felt as if he had hit a lump of copper, with an unusually high hardness.

However, Yang Wu didn't ask or think too much about it. First, everyone has secrets, and there's no need to pry. Second, some people are born with strong physiques, excellent bones, and skin and flesh that are far stronger than ordinary people. Han Qing might be such a person.

So the two clashed again, and before long, Han Qing was blasted away once more. This happened repeatedly until Han Qing was exhausted and could no longer stand up.

"Today's combat training is over. Han Qing, you still need to work hard. You are a veteran soldier with rich combat experience, so you can't be careless," Yang Wu said.

"Okay." Han Qing nodded solemnly. He would not let his guard down and dared not underestimate anyone.

"Alright, come with me. Let's not practice today; recovering is the priority," Yang Wu said. "Okay."

Han Qing followed Yang Wu to his cell, and Yang Wu wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Although he seemed relaxed and at ease, Han Qing was actually much more difficult to deal with than he had imagined. He was agile, resilient, and capable of both offense and defense, which explained why Sun Xiao was being suppressed.

"If this keeps up, it won't be long before I, the team leader, can't keep up either," Yang Wu thought to himself, but a rare smile appeared on his face.

Han Qing followed him, silently reviewing the battle in his mind, summarizing the gains and losses.

Reflection is the fastest way to improve one's abilities.

"My strength is not much different from my master's. According to my understanding, Yang Wu should be at the fourth level of the Body Dao Realm, and Luo Sheng is about the same."

"I can only make a move against Luo Sheng when I can defeat my master!" Han Qing thought to himself.

Luo Sheng, this scoundrel, has targeted him time and again; how could he let him get away with it? He must find a way to get revenge and take his life.

...

time flies.

More than a month has passed in the blink of an eye, and Han Qing's daily life has been incredibly fulfilling.

He used almost every available moment to improve his strength, and with the help of elixirs and the Seven Killings Stele, his physical cultivation realm and Dharma mind realm were also steadily improving.

On the martial arts training ground.

Ma Er and a large group of people formed a circle, with Han Qing and Yang Wu facing each other, preparing for a sparring session to improve their combat skills.

"Master, be careful!"

With a whoosh, Han Qing lunged forward, his body leaving a trail of afterimages, like a gust of wind, and rushed directly in front of Yang Wu.

Yang Wu was alarmed, because Han Qing's speed had increased and his movements had become more agile.

"Faster and more agile with each attempt—is this what a martial arts genius is all about?"

A thought flashed through Yang Wu's eyes, and he raised his hand and threw a punch.

Han Qing feinted, his body flashing with azure-gold light, and suddenly took a step forward, moving to the left to Yang Wu's side, and struck out with another palm.

Yang Wu hastily turned around to meet the attack, but this time Han Qing did not choose to dodge. Instead, he launched a fierce attack and threw a punch.

Snapped!
Fists and palms collide, forces clash, and immense power collide.

Both of them swayed, but neither of them retreated.

"Good!" Ma Er shouted from the side. A month ago, the two went head-to-head, and Han Qing couldn't withstand Yang Wu's punches. But now, the two are evenly matched.

clap clap clap!
Han Qing dodged and weaved, relentlessly throwing punches around Yang Wu. His unleashed limit-breaking fist technique caused Yang Wu to show signs of being unable to defend himself.

With a sudden thought, Han Qing created an opening, and Yang Wu seized the opportunity to punch him in the chest, sending Han Qing flying and crashing to the ground not far away.

Han Qing struggled for a few moments and slowly stood up, but in fact he was not injured at all.

He grew increasingly confident, and his eyes shone even brighter.

"If we continue fighting, I'm afraid my master won't be a match for me. However, if I defeat him in front of so many people, my master will lose face. It's better if I lose," Han Qingxin thought.

In the past month and a half, he has made rapid progress and has now mastered the Jade Void Skill. He also has several limit-breaking combat techniques at his disposal. Even though Yang Wu is a level higher than him, he is no match for him.

And this was not his limit. His Zhige Jing Baimai Realm was already perfected. If he went all out, he felt that Yang Wu might not even be able to withstand it for ten breaths.

Yang Wu glanced at Han Qing, his expression somewhat unnatural. He understood that Han Qing was deliberately going easy on him to save him face.

(End of this chapter)