Urban: It turns out this is a comprehensive world

In the lush forest, decaying leaves piled up underfoot, forming a soft, brown cushion. Luo Lingtian took off his outer garment, leaving only his short sleeves. The muscles beneath his bronze skin rose and fell slowly with his breath, every inch of his skin exuding the refined energy and blood of a peak-level expert.

After the twelve regular meridians and the eight extraordinary meridians were opened, his physical body had already merged with the power of heaven and earth, and he could even accurately perceive the slightest movement of the airflow around his body.

Three steps away, Mo Yu, dressed in a black martial arts outfit, had his hands hanging naturally at his sides, but his fingertips were surrounded by a faint white aura of internal energy. The internal energy of a first-class late stage flowed in his palms, forming an invisible barrier of energy.

"Brother Luo, during the battle with your brother's team, I noticed that you don't seem to practice ancient martial arts."

Mo Yu spoke first, his gaze falling on his fingertips that shimmered with a pale white halo. His tone was somewhat curious as he introduced himself: "I cultivate ancient martial arts, and I can condense 'internal energy' within my body. I can gather energy into strength, and I can attack from afar and defend at close range. I am now at the late stage of the first-class realm."

"I only know that your cultivation method is different from mine, but I don't know the specifics. Let's clarify this before we spar to avoid misunderstandings later."

Upon hearing this, Luo Lingtian nodded slightly, raised his hand and gently clenched his fist. The muscle lines of his arm instantly tightened, and traces of blood and qi flowing under the muscles could be vaguely seen: "What I cultivate is indeed not ancient martial arts, but national martial arts. I advance by tempering my body and condensing blood and qi. Now I have reached the peak of the Transformation Realm."

As for the "internal energy" of ancient martial arts, this was the first time I had ever heard of it, and today I've had the opportunity to verify it.

While introducing traditional Chinese martial arts, Luo Lingtian thought to himself, 'Ancient martial artists, indeed. It seems that if those so-called protagonists also possess considerable strength, they must also be practicing ancient martial arts.'

"In that case, let's have a bare-handed duel, and stop when we've reached a point of no return." Before Mo Yu finished speaking, his left toe slammed into the decaying leaves, and his figure darted out like a swallow flying through the forest. His right palm, wrapped with powerful internal energy, aimed straight at Luo Lingtian's face.

This palm strike is the starting stance of the ancient martial art "Flowing Cloud Palm". The internal force is concentrated at the edge of the palm. It looks gentle but contains penetrating power. The palm wind sweeps across the bushes next to it, and the leaves are cut into pieces by the invisible force.

Luo Lingtian showed no sign of panic; his "listening" technique had already detected the trajectory of the palm strike.

He neither dodged nor evaded, but raised his left arm to block. His muscles instantly tightened like refined steel. The tendons and skin that were tempered during the Ming Jin stage had become one with his Qi and blood when he reached the Hua Jin stage.

A muffled thud echoed through the forest as Mo Yu's palm slammed into Luo Lingtian's arm. His inner force, like fine needles, attempted to penetrate Luo Lingtian's muscles, but was instantly dispersed by the surging blood and qi within Luo Lingtian's body.

Taking advantage of the slight pause in Mo Yu's palm strike, Luo Lingtian's right hand smoothly grabbed the opponent's wrist, his fingertips carrying the skillful technique of "following the trend" to precisely lock onto the weak gap in Mo Yu's internal energy circulation.

Mo Yu's expression changed slightly. He quickly stepped back with his left foot, while simultaneously gathering internal energy in his left palm and striking Luo Lingtian's ribs.

Although it was the first time he had ever heard of martial arts, seeing the other party's surging energy and the fact that he had mentioned in his introduction that he advanced by tempering his body and refining his qi and blood, he dared not rashly engage in a physical confrontation with Luo Lingtian. He could only use his internal energy to move around and find weaknesses.

Luo Lingtian slightly contracted the muscles under his ribs, and his blood and qi instantly surged to that area, allowing him to withstand the palm strike with his bare body.

The internal energy struck the skin, causing a faint red ring to appear, but it didn't even break the skin. Instead, Luo Lingtian used the impact to lunge forward half a foot, and his right fist, carrying the power of his entire body's blood and qi, slammed out. The fist wind swept past the tree trunk, which was as thick as a bowl, and the bark was shaken open with three deep marks, with debris falling down in a flurry.

"Such strong physical strength!" Mo Yu exclaimed, his figure suddenly floating back two meters. As his feet lightly touched the ground, his internal energy flowed into the ground through his soles.

He quickly formed hand seals, and his internal energy surged suddenly. The pale white energy condensed into several semi-transparent palm shadows in his palms, which struck Luo Lingtian's shoulders, chest, and other vital points.

This is a variation of the "Flowing Cloud Palm" that uses internal force to create a palm strike. It can both restrain the opponent from a distance and avoid close-quarters combat. It is also a way for him to test whether the opponent can cope with the ranged attacks of ancient martial arts.

Luo Lingtian stood still, his eyes slightly narrowed, and he fully unleashed the ultimate control of his internal energy technique, "Not a Feather Can Be Added."

His blood and qi circulated like a tide, and whenever the palm shadow approached, a wisp of blood and qi would precisely strike the center of the palm shadow.

A series of crisp "clanging" sounds rang out as the internal force palm shadows were shattered by the qi and blood, causing tiny air waves to explode in the air, swirling the surrounding fallen leaves into a flurry of motion.

Taking advantage of the moment when Mo Yu's internal energy was slightly sluggish, Luo Lingtian stomped his foot, and the decaying leaves and soil exploded under his feet. He charged towards Mo Yu like a cannonball, his right elbow carrying the force of a thousand pounds of blood and qi, and struck the other's heart.

Mo Yu's pupils contracted sharply, and in a hurry, he concentrated all his inner strength in front of his chest, forming a thick energy shield.

With a sharp crack, Luo Lingtian's elbow slammed into the energy shield, causing it to crack instantly with spiderweb-like patterns. Mo Yu was thrown back three meters, crashing heavily into a large tree behind him. The tree trunk shook violently, and countless leaves fell down.

But he used the force of the impact to steady himself, and quickly reached out with his left hand, his palm edge condensed with sharp internal energy, aiming straight for Luo Lingtian's throat.

Ancient martial arts palm techniques emphasize "speed, accuracy, and penetration," allowing one to find opportunities to counterattack even when at a disadvantage.

Luo Lingtian tilted his head slightly to avoid the incoming palm strike, and at the same time, he made a fist with his right hand, carrying the residual force of "penetrating bones and searching tendons," and smashed it towards Mo Yu's ribs.

Mo Yu hurriedly turned to the side, the fist grazing his waist. Even though it didn't hit him directly, the force of the fist's wind still made his blood surge, and he staggered back two steps, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The two distanced themselves again. Mo Yu leaned against the tree trunk, panting. The aura of internal energy in his palm had dimmed considerably.

In just a few dozen moves, he had already consumed nearly 30% of his internal energy, and he was increasingly wary of Luo Lingtian's physique, which could withstand internal energy.

Although Luo Lingtian also consumed his energy, his breathing remained steady, and the aura of energy on his bronze skin did not diminish at all, making the advantage of a master of internal energy in a prolonged battle increasingly obvious.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, illuminating the two men. One focused his energy, while the other's blood surged. Their bare-handed sparring entered an even more intense phase in the jungle.

Mo Yu took a deep breath, adjusted the rhythm of his internal energy circulation, and suddenly his figure blurred into three afterimages, rushing towards Luo Lingtian from different directions.

This is a combination of "Phantom Step" and "Flowing Cloud Palm," using afterimages to confuse the view, but actually concealing a deadly move. It is also his attempt to break the stalemate by using the advantages of ancient martial arts movement techniques.

Luo Lingtian remained unmoved. His perception of internal energy allowed him to clearly distinguish between the illusory image and the real object. He lightly touched the ground with his right toe, his body moving as nimbly as a blade of grass in the wind, while at the same time, he formed a palm with his left hand and struck the real shoulder behind the illusory image of Mo Yu.

With a loud "bang," their palms collided, and the blood and qi in Luo Lingtian's palm clashed violently with the internal force in Mo Yu's palm. Both of them were forced back half a step. Mo Yu felt a numbness in his palm, and his internal force circulation became somewhat sluggish. He felt even more that Luo Lingtian's blood and qi was strange, as it could directly withstand internal force.

Luo Lingtian, however, was unharmed. Instead, he used the force of the impact to press forward again, his left fist aimed straight at Mo Yu's face, while his right palm protected his body to guard against a counterattack.

Mo Yu was forced to retreat repeatedly, leaving deep imprints on the decaying leaves beneath his feet.

He knew that if he continued like this, his internal energy would eventually be exhausted. So he gritted his teeth and poured all his remaining internal energy into his right palm, and a light blue halo appeared on the edge of his palm.

This is the "Azure Penetrating Force," the killing move of the "Flowing Cloud Palm." It can condense internal energy into needles, specifically targeting strong physical defenses, and is also his last trump card.

He suddenly slammed out his right palm, aiming straight for Luo Lingtian's heart, attempting to break the stalemate with his strongest strike.

A sharp glint flashed in Luo Lingtian's eyes. Although he didn't know what the pale blue halo was, he could sense the sharp aura contained within it.

Instead of retreating, he took a deep breath, his chest swelled up like thunder, and his blood and qi exploded, radiating a dazzling golden halo. This was a sign that the blood and qi of the peak of the Transformation Realm were operating at full power.

He formed his right palm and struck out to meet Mo Yu's palm. The blood and qi in his palm collided with the opponent's internal force in mid-air. With a loud "boom", the shockwave spread outwards, the surrounding bushes were snapped in half, and the fallen leaves formed a swirling vortex in the shockwave.

After the shockwave dissipated, Mo Yu staggered back five steps. The aura of internal energy in his palm completely disappeared, and the bloodstains at the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious. His internal energy was almost exhausted.

Luo Lingtian remained standing in the same spot, but the golden aura on his bronze skin had faded somewhat, and his blood and energy had been significantly depleted.

He looked at Mo Yu and slowly said, "Brother Mo's 'internal strength' is indeed formidable, especially that last move, which almost broke through my qi and blood defense."

Mo Yu gave a wry smile and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Brother Luo's 'qi and blood' are truly astonishing. He withstood the internal force without any damage. Today, I am completely convinced of my defeat and have finally witnessed the power of Chinese martial arts."

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the two men. This bare-handed jungle sparring match, sparked by their differing cultivation systems, finally came to an end.

"However, Brother Luo, I am a little curious. Among us ancient martial arts practitioners, there are also methods to temper the physical body, and some practitioners even use this kind of technique as their main method of cultivation."

After calming his turbulent blood and qi, Mo Yu looked at Luo Lingtian with a puzzled expression and asked, "I've even practiced body-refining techniques, so why is there such a big difference between my blood and qi and the physical strength you cultivate using traditional Chinese martial arts?"

Rolling his eyes, Luo Lingtian found it somewhat amusing: "How would I know? I've never practiced ancient martial arts."

It's important to know that the reason he chose to cultivate traditional Chinese martial arts was because he didn't know that ancient martial artists existed in this world. Moreover, his method of cultivating traditional Chinese martial arts was derived from the system's deductions.

The proficiency system is not just about quantifying what he has learned; it also grants him many hidden abilities.

Despite never having practiced martial arts before, his current level of skill is the result of his persistent training, starting with running and practicing horse stance.

As his proficiency increased, this ability would automatically advance to a higher level once he reached a certain point. Through this step-by-step cultivation, he learned martial arts and became a master of internal energy.