High Martial Arts Races: I Ascend to the Future in a Simulation

"Something's wrong, I'm in a really bad situation!"

Huang Pingjun angrily threw his spear aside, turned his face away, and said that he never wanted to see Xu Fei's smug face again.

He was in so much pain!

Although the injury on the palm is not minor, it can be healed in ten to fifteen days by nourishing it with the power of qi and blood.

The real pain is in my heart!

He had just set a long-term goal for Xu Fei to "concentrate his gun intent," and was thinking of suppressing his arrogance and tempering his will.

As a result, he managed to condense the true essence of martial arts despite his suppression!

Is this a person?

That's not human at all!

How can a human be so talented... This is a monster!

He no longer wants to discipline this student; he doesn't deserve it, he really doesn't deserve it!

Fortunately, there was still a partner on the field.

Huang Pingjun shook his hand to wipe away the blood.

The skin damage has begun to heal under the stitching of the Qi and blood. Although some faint red lines can still be seen upon close inspection, one would not notice that he had just been injured unless one deliberately makes a connection.

As for the cuts in the muscles inside the skin and palm, the severed blood vessels, the slight cracks in the metacarpal bones, and the broken fingers, he will need time to slowly repair them.

Martial artists can regenerate severed limbs, and the concept of being crippled by severed meridians... does not exist for martial artists.

However, since he is injured, it will be inconvenient for him to provide combat guidance (although he can still use his blood and qi to force his hands to move, including the two broken fingers, but that would only worsen his injury).

Huang Pingjun waved to Xu Fei, signaling him to go play somewhere else. He then went to Zhao Ziqing and asked the girl, who had been stunned for a long time, "Zhao, have you figured out what I just explained to you?"

Zhao Ziqing: "Aba aba..."

She's still completely bewildered.

At the beginning, when the man who refused her invitation sparred with the head of the teaching department, and Xu Fei kept attacking and successfully suppressed the head of the teaching department, she was not too surprised. Instead, she thought that Huang Pingjun was deliberately letting Xu Fei win.

Later, Huang Pingjun was forced back by a single shot. Although she found it somewhat unbelievable, she didn't think much of it at the time.

It wasn't until the two exchanged words like "perfection," "perfection," "mastery of all martial arts," and "the origin of all martial arts" that the conversation began.

She was completely stunned, thinking she might be hallucinating: a perfect-level martial arts technique... could it be fake?

Her homeroom teacher, a young martial arts master in his thirties, is still at the "proficient" level in his martial arts skills.

Although it's a martial art focused on qi and blood, even ordinary martial arts techniques that are relatively easy to learn aren't so easy to perfect, are they?

Before she could recover from the shock, she saw the two men start fighting again, again and again, blow after blow.

Xu Fei's weapons were constantly being knocked away, but she kept picking them up and fighting again, which gave her a moment of relief.

Fortunately, no matter how incredible this guy who rejected her membership invitation yesterday is, he still can't possibly be a match for Director Huang!

Finally, there was that scene just now, where she watched helplessly as Director Huang reached out to grab the unsharpened gun and got injured!

How could a mere soldier injure a mid-stage Martial Master?

Throughout the morning... and even the entire day that followed, Zhao Ziqing was in a daze, her martial arts practice efficiency dropped by 80%, and when the head teacher gave her pointers, her gaze would occasionally drift towards his palm.

Huang Pingjun: "..."

He was also feeling extremely upset.

He repeatedly reprimanded Zhao Ziqing, telling her to focus on martial arts and not to think about anything else.

Huang Pingjun no longer wanted to instruct a complete freak who had mastered spear techniques in two days and condensed spear intent after just a few matches. In his opinion, Xu Fei could practice casually afterward, which would be better than his personal guidance.

Although he can still teach Xu Feidao, what if he applies some wrong ideas to that great genius?

He might figure it out on his own, but if he points in the wrong direction, Xu Fei might have to spend more time to perfect his swordsmanship and condense his sword intent.

I simply ignored it completely.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Xu Fei did not consult Huang Pingjun further.

He's not a soldier; he's already broken through to the level of a martial master. If he's going to practice, he should be practicing martial arts techniques that focus on qi and blood!

The Third Middle School does not offer martial arts techniques related to qi and blood. None of the libraries in the martial arts middle schools of the entire city have them. The reason is simple: no student can break through to the second realm.

If such a rare genius truly appears, there will naturally be channels to distribute Qi and Blood Martial Techniques; there's no need to search for them in the school library.

"Let's practice the Wind-Cultivation Fist for a while first."

Xu Fei went to a corner, took out his phone to watch instructional videos. It just so happened that Ji Xuanjun was not at school today, probably practicing at his own martial arts school.

Ventilation Fist, a type of fist technique, is divided into five proficiency levels, from beginner to expert, just like ordinary fist techniques.

The difference is that ordinary boxing only requires the pure movement of the limbs to perform simple external moves, and every move is visible to the naked eye!

Although it is accompanied by some internal changes such as breathing rate and muscle peristalsis, it can also be judged by the rise and fall of the skin on the chest.

However, Qi and Blood Fist requires the circulation of "Qi and Blood Power" within the body while the limbs are moving. At the right moment, it attaches and strengthens certain parts of the body, resulting in a more unpredictable and powerful fist technique!

This is different from ordinary Qi and Blood Power amplification, because Qi and Blood Power is countless times stronger than Blood Breath, so it naturally cannot be used at full power for as long as Blood Breath. (The effect of replenishing physical strength is not weakened.)

Xu Fei is currently at full power, and can only fight for about 38 minutes at full strength (8 minutes is added by his perfect body).

The purpose of Qi and Blood Martial Arts is to more accurately allocate Qi and Blood power, which can extend his less than one hour of combat time to three hours, or even five hours!

Moreover, whether it's the Qi and Blood version or the regular version of martial arts, as long as the moves and the artistic conception are the same, the martial arts essence that is ultimately condensed is not much different.

Xu Fei's spear intent originated from basic spear techniques, so this spear intent enhanced all his spear combat abilities quite evenly, including the sharpness of his thrusts, the striking power of his downward strikes, and even the defensive power of his parries.

However, if the fist intent is condensed through the wind-blown fist, then this fist intent will also have a little bit of the function of "controlling the wind".

Xu Fei spent the entire morning practicing the Ventilation Fist. The complete Ventilation Fist has thirty-nine forms, and he could only perform twenty-one of them perfectly after a whole morning of practice.

They have to execute each move individually, not in a continuous sequence.