Playing with fantasy beasts in the martial arts world

Chapter 220 Who is the God of Wind?

What followed was a tedious winning streak.

Cha Nan knew and was familiar with masters of leg techniques like Dugu Yifang and Zhuiming.

Besides them, there were several other leg technique masters whom Cha Nan had never heard of and was unaware of before, all of whom were defeated by Cha Nan.

After winning ten consecutive matches, the virtual world notified Cha Nan that he had entered the top thirty in the virtual world's leg technique rankings and was now able to access the virtual world shop.

It's not that there are too few masters of leg techniques in the myriad worlds, which is why Cha Nan was able to enter the top thirty after winning only ten matches.

Rather, the winning streak itself is not a gradual challenge, where the strength of the opponents encountered gradually increases, but rather a multiplication of strengths in a certain sense.

For example, Cha Nan's first opponent, Kuli Qiang, wasn't even a grandmaster, but he had superb leg techniques and his own unique skills, which is why he was able to be pulled into the virtual world to participate in the battle.

However, Wang Xiaohu's skill level improved significantly. Wang Xiaohu's strength was below that of a Grandmaster, belonging to the peak of the Innate Realm. He not only knew a lot of leg techniques, but they were also very strong. On the other hand, Bai Lu Timur was a true Grandmaster. His Nomadic Leg Technique was quite different from many common leg techniques, making it very valuable for research and learning.

Later on, Dugu Yifang and Zhuiming were undoubtedly master-level leg techniques, and being able to defeat them was further proof of one's formidable strength.

In the tenth battle, Cha Nan defeated a Shaolin monk named Xuan Ming. Although Xuan Ming used divine will to suppress him, the Shaolin monk's leg skills were incredibly solid. He used the Vajra Kick and the Shadowless Kick alternately, combining strength and flexibility. He had both the appearance of a Vajra and the humility of a Buddha, making him very difficult to deal with.

It took Cha Nan about ten minutes to defeat him, which was quite a difficult fight.

I opened the virtual world shop, intending to empty it, since Cha Nan had more 'Yuan Qi Stones' than he could use.

However, the store is empty and will be refreshed in three months.

"Damn it! It's a limited sale, do we have to be quick to grab it?" Cha Nan recalled the fear of being controlled before Singles' Day.

"This virtual world store is no good either! They're so stingy with their store!"

After making a couple of complaints, I returned to the challenge interface.

This time, the challenge scene has changed, and a very spacious and expansive training ground has appeared.

The training ground is located on a mountaintop, and it is not surrounded by walls, but rather by a bottomless cliff.

A handsome man with long hair and dressed in blue, with a folding fan tucked into his waistband, was already waiting in the center of the training ground.

"Cha Nan!"

"Nie Feng!"

Both of them announced their names at the same time.

Although Cha Nan had some vague guesses the moment she saw the man, she was certain when he introduced himself, and she couldn't help but feel a little excited.

He admitted that his Wind and Cloud Divine Leg technique was initially somewhat imitative of the Wind and Cloud Divine Leg technique.

But now, it's time to set the record straight.

In the virtual world, whoever loses is a piracy player.

Nie Feng, his blue robe fluttering slightly, stood on the east side of the field, his presence as serene and imposing as a mountain.

He had no imposing aura, yet he seemed like a wisp of wind solidified into human form. Within three zhang of his feet, the dust was undisturbed and the morning dew was unmoved. Only by getting closer could one feel a silent yet penetrating, sharp chill. It was a sign that the Wind God Leg Intent had been accumulated to its limit, and its sharpness was concealed in silence.

This is a battle in the virtual realm. Everyone has a clear objective, and there is no real danger of death or serious injury, so there is no need for unnecessary talk.

Looking at the handsome Nie Feng, Cha Nan shook his blue robe and deliberately found a handsome angle to let the light fall softly on his face, highlighting his pride and confidence.

His feet seemed to casually tread on the damp, cold bluestone slabs, and within a few feet of his feet, the dew quietly evaporated into a very faint, chilly white mist.

The ground was slowly freezing outwards from him.

The selection of the battle environment in the virtual world is not fictional, but provides a real and tangible feedback.

This training ground is located high in the sky, atop a cliff, where not only is the wind howling fiercely, but the frost and dew are also heavy, and the clouds are hazy.

It can be said that this has a beneficial home-field advantage for both Cha Nan and Nie Feng.

It all comes down to who performs better.

Suddenly, the wind stirred.

Nie Feng's figure suddenly blurred!

There were no afterimages, no whooshing sounds; it was as if a piece of that space had been "wiped away" by an invisible giant hand!
In the next instant, he transformed into a streak of azure lightning that tore through the air, spanning several meters and rushing straight towards Cha Nan!

Fast! So fast that its trajectory was completely out of sight; only a sharp wind, condensed to its extreme, pierced through time and space like an arrowhead, aiming straight for Cha Nan's throat.

Wind God Legs, catching the wind and grasping shadows! Where the mind goes, the leg follows; the leg is the wind!

Cha Nan's pupils suddenly contracted to needle size. Before the leg even arrived, the invisible sharpness had already made the hairs on his throat stand on end. On the verge of life and death, his entire body suddenly emitted a series of low, explosive sounds. His right leg seemed to defy the normality of joints, and it lashed out from below at an impossible angle.

The leg rose like an earth dragon turning over, bringing with it a muffled thunderous wind; wherever the toes passed, the air was brutally squeezed, compressed, and exploded!
Cha Nan initially wanted to compete with Nie Feng in speed, not just in speed itself, but also in the will of the wind and the freedom of the wind.

But the moment Nie Feng moved, Cha Nan knew very well that he could not use his weakness to attack his strength.

His Wind and Cloud Martial Body was a fake given to him by Yun Hailu.

Nie Feng's destiny as the Wind God was innate, and he was favored by a world of high martial arts.

Although Cha Nan possesses divine power, the Winter Summoning Beast does not control the wind; it is the god of ice and snow. Therefore, Cha Nan's current advantage does not lie in the wind.

For this reason, driven by the instinct between life and death, Cha Nan went against her initial intentions, changed her course, and condensed the power of frost and dew under her feet, choosing to stand there like a hundred-foot ice cliff, waiting for the wind to come and then freeze it.

boom! ! !
A dull bang, loud enough to stop a heart, exploded between the two!

The bluestone ground suddenly dented downwards from the point where the two feet struck each other!

Countless spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread several feet.

The gravel and dust shot upwards as if struck by an invisible giant hammer, and a visible ring of air mixed with blue and white qi spread wildly in all directions.

The clouds that had been hanging over the training ground atop the cliff were cleared away in an instant.

The force spread outwards, as if crumpling the paper of the sky, which was made of white clouds, into a ball of wrinkles.

Their legs separated the moment they touched!
Using the momentum, Nie Feng leaped backward, like a blue feather caught in a gust of wind, landing lightly back on the spot, his clothes fluttering as if he had never moved. Only a hint of surprise flashed deep within his gentle eyes.

Cha Nan grunted, and with a "crack" under his foot, he crushed the already cracked bluestone into dust. His right foot sank slightly into the gravel, and the muscles in his calf twitched slightly. Clearly, he had suffered a minor loss from that hard impact.

This was the first time he had suffered a loss since entering the virtual realm to challenge others.

Surprisingly, the divine will of ice and snow did not give him any significant advantage.

The will that Nie Feng poured into his leg techniques was not much less than his divine will.

Without the ability to achieve absolute dominance, the competition naturally comes down to skill and level.

Without a doubt, Cha Nan's actual skill level in leg techniques is still a step behind Nie Feng's.

With the same amount of force, Nie Feng can unleash 200% of the destructive power, while Cha Nan can only reach a maximum of 150%.

The blue robe fluttered in the turbulent air, but Cha Nan's eyes grew even calmer and sharper.

He wasn't obsessed with winning, but he enjoyed the feeling and strong opponents. He wasn't particularly talented, so he needed someone strong and talented enough to put pressure on him and force him to grow.

Powerful divine beasts can help him practice his skills and master unparalleled divine techniques that he could never have mastered otherwise. However, he also needs to work hard himself, successfully comprehend multiple powerful artistic conceptions, and fuse them into one, thus becoming a grandmaster or even glimpsing the breaking of fate.

"Impressive leg strength!" Nie Feng's eyes blazed with fighting spirit. He shouted and moved again.

This time, it wasn't about extreme speed. His movements were as elusive as a ghost, circling around Cha Nan and creating countless afterimages of blue light that were hard to distinguish from reality. Each afterimage seemed to contain a sharp kicking intent, sometimes sweeping down like a whirlwind, sometimes splitting a mountain like a divine wind, sometimes striking the waist like a swirling snow.

Wind God Legs, Strong Grass in the Wind!

Leg shadows blurred, like the wind passing through a dense forest, penetrating every crevice, lurking with deadly intent everywhere!
Cha Nan's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He stopped being on the defensive and instead advanced, lowering his waist and standing on his horse. His feet seemed to be rooted to the ground, and his legs moved in a circular motion, creating streaks of bluish-black leg shadows.

His legwork at this moment had completely abandoned its graceful and agile style, becoming like a collapsing mountain or a falling meteor.

Each kick unleashed a heavy whistling wind and snow, the air churned and exploded, the leg movements were wide and straight, like a giant axe splitting a mountain, a heavy hammer beating a drum, not seeking exquisite variations, but seeking to overcome skill with force and overwhelm with momentum.

The so-called "Wind and Cloud Divine Leg" can be executed in three moves.

Although the nine moves are not yet complete, Cha Nan has already integrated the leg techniques, and there is no longer any difference between the three moves.

The same move, whether it's as fierce as a gust of wind or as hard as an ancient iceberg, is entirely up to him.

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!
The dull, heavy thuds, like a downpour of rain hitting banana leaves, instantly merged into one continuous sound!
In the arena, only the green shadows flickered like ghostly winds, while the black shadows remained as steady as a rocky mountain.

The two figures' legs collided and struck each other, moving so fast that they almost merged into a blurry blur of light and shadow.

The violent energy surged forth, stirring up a sky full of broken stones and dust.

Nie Feng's legs were as swift and unpredictable as the wind, finding any opening and slipping through with cunning and ruthlessness, repeatedly attempting to tear apart Cha Nan's fortified defenses.

Cha Nan held the center position firmly, her legs moving like a windmill. Each strike was powerful and heavy, bringing with it a muffled thunderous force. She forcefully blocked and dispersed Nie Feng's elusive leg power time and time again. The collision of their legs and the explosive energy plowed the bluestone ground around them into fragments and potholes!

Suddenly, Nie Feng's swiftly moving figure stopped abruptly, all afterimages vanished instantly, solidifying into a single point. His entire body seemed to transform into an extremely condensed azure whirlwind, his figure soaring into the sky from the ground!

Wind God Leg, the divine wind roars!

A powerful, unstoppable gale erupted from his body, suspending him in mid-air. His right leg was raised high above his head, the leg's momentum drawing in the air currents of heaven and earth, as if he were wielding an invisible, colossal blade that could split the heavens. The incomparably sharp leg intent locked onto Cha Nan below.

In an instant, the airflow in the entire training ground seemed to be sucked away by this kick, turning into an invisible cage.

At this moment, Cha Nan felt that even breathing had become extremely difficult.

Although both are grandmasters, Nie Feng gave Cha Nan the feeling that he was almost equivalent to three or five Chai Yuguans.

This is a truly qualitative difference.

Through Nie Feng, Cha Nan also saw what a true martial arts prodigy is.

Finally, Cha Nan has changed again!

He also began to accelerate, using the imagery of the rising wind, spinning around the training ground just like Nie Feng.

This doesn't seem smart; it's not a good choice.

After all, in terms of speed and understanding of the wind, Cha Nan is no match for Nie Feng.

Cha Nan's choice was not wrong. Standing still and turning into a mountain could indeed allow him to remain unchanged and respond to any change. However, while he might win by dragging things out, it would not be of much benefit to improving his leg techniques.

Cha Nan wants more than just to win; she also wants to absorb Nie Feng's strengths!
Therefore, he not only had to keep up with Nie Feng's speed, but also had to learn his understanding and comprehension of the wind.

This is difficult... but the more difficult it is, the more we must rise to the challenge.

Boom!

The bluestone beneath their feet suddenly shattered, sending fragments flying like arrows.

Two whirlwinds converged, collided, and tore at each other in mid-air before bouncing apart.

The dark blue leg shadows and the fleeting afterimages of the wind collided fiercely and repeatedly in mid-air, about ten feet above the ground.

Time seemed to be 'accelerated' during their rapid exchange.

It's not that time is accelerating, but rather that they are moving too fast.

If there were spectators, and they followed their speed, their senses would certainly be deceived.

Gradually, the collision of the two whirlwinds ceased with a deafening roar, replaced by a sharp, piercing sound as if the sky itself had been torn apart.

A translucent impact sphere, visible to the naked eye and composed of extremely compressed chaotic airflow, suddenly appeared and expanded at the point where the two men's toes collided, before exploding with a deafening roar.

Located atop a high mountain, nestled in a cliff, the training ground is surrounded by vast expanses of rocks that seem to fall downwards like the peeled skin of an onion.

The area of ​​the training ground is being artificially 'shrunken', but the figures of the two combatants are freed from the constraints and limitations of distance, becoming more free.

They would even occasionally fly out of the arena, standing on floating clouds with a bottomless abyss below.

But they don't look at it or care; they will still turn into wind and fly back.

With another collision, the two figures were sent flying backward like cannonballs, as if struck by an invisible giant hammer.

Nie Feng, as frail as a feather in the wind, performed several incredibly agile somersaults in the air to dissipate the force, finally landing lightly at the end of a broken stone slab that seemed ready to collapse at any moment. His blue robes heaved violently, his chest was slightly out of breath, but his eyes were filled with excitement and admiration.

Cha Nan looked rather disheveled, his legs carving two deep furrows several feet long in the rough gravel ground, sending up clouds of dust and gravel flying high.

He steadied himself, his blue robe torn in several places by the fierce leg wind, his left sleeve ripped into strips, revealing several bloody cuts on his exposed arm from the wind blades, blood slowly seeping out.

His chest heaved violently, his throat bobbed, and he forced down the metallic taste that rushed to his mouth. His face was slightly pale, but his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, like burning stars. His fighting spirit not only did not diminish, but became even more intense and pure.

He had gradually caught up with Nie Feng's speed and had also sensed some of the will he was infusing into the wind.

He made the right choice!
Regardless of whether he won or lost the battle, he gained a lot from it.

If he plays it safe and steady, he will win, and even get a "Wind God Leg" manual. But a dead manual... where is there a living manual that is more worthwhile?
The two whirlwinds swirled towards each other once more.

Their legs collided violently once again.

Their legs didn't seem like flesh and blood, but rather divine weapons.

With another fierce attack, the smoke and dust slowly settled, revealing a huge crater in the center of the arena, about ten feet in diameter and more than a foot deep, with the bluestone inside reduced to dust.

Nie Feng gracefully descended, landing at the edge of the pit. Looking at the scene inside, he then glanced at Cha Nan opposite him, whose aura was slightly disordered but whose posture remained as straight as a pine tree. A hearty smile slowly spread across his face as he exclaimed, "Excellent! Brother Cha's legs possess the power of wind and frost, transforming ice and snow into power. It's almost like a fusion of my Wind God Leg and Heavenly Frost Fist—truly profound and extraordinary, a real eye-opener!"

"I wonder what this leg technique is called?"

Cha Nan replied, "Wind and Cloud Divine Leg!"

"Huh!?" Nie Feng was clearly taken aback.

He did indeed feel the wind; its speed and changes were indeed no less than the Wind God's Leg. But where did the 'cloud' come from?

This leg technique should be called the "Frost and Wind Divine Leg" more appropriately!

(End of this chapter)