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Chapter 79 Walking on Water

This martial art begins with cultivating one's spirit with murderous intent and malevolent energy. When practiced in the military, it allows for rapid progress, making it easy to become a martial saint within a few years.

Li Hongzhuang was able to achieve pure yang blood at less than thirty years old, which was due not only to her innate talent but also to this martial art.

However, this martial art can also easily kill a person. If one cannot cultivate to the point of pure yang blood before the age of thirty, one will die from exhaustion of life force at the age of thirty.

Therefore, this martial art is incredibly lethal. It is a martial art born for killing, a path to enlightenment through killing, reaping the lives of others as well as one's own.

Even if one achieves a legendary status in martial arts, if one does not break free from the confines of this martial art and is reborn from the dead, one will gradually perish.

Long ago, Chu Ming had heard rumors that the one in the Heavenly Dao had encountered problems with cultivation. Now, seeing Li Hongzhuang only confirmed some of these rumors.

In Chu Ming's view, the master who created the Military Path Killing Fist possessed martial arts wisdom that was simply beyond human comprehension. He just didn't know whether the other party's final transformation into a rainbow was a true shattering of the void or a result of going astray and dying.

"Your martial arts are indeed formidable, but you are not a martial arts legend. You must know that there are always people more skilled than you, and there is always something beyond your understanding. Even if those legendary figures don't fight you, there's still a chance someone could kill you!"

Li Hongzhuang said.

"They've come looking for me, that's for the best. Their lives will nourish my martial arts spirit!" Chu Ming's words were clear and cold, like freshly drawn spring water.

His words were calm, as if he weren't talking about killing, but rather about what to eat for dinner.

"What if a mythological figure were to come in person?"

Li Hongzhuang continued.

Upon hearing this, Chu Ming looked up at the night sky, which was cloudless and shone brightly with stars and moon: "If we were to engage in a direct confrontation, within three to seven points, if I wanted to leave, no one could stop me!"

"You don't understand my martial arts, that's why you say such things!"

Before he finished speaking, Chu Ming suddenly moved. His footwork was as ethereal as clouds and as swift as thunder. The two contrasting styles blended together, making him seem like a ghost or god, completely unpredictable.

Chu Ming and Li Hongzhuang were about three zhang apart. Chu Ming only took two steps to create a huge water lily on the water.

"Walking on water?"

Upon seeing the water lilies blooming in the water, Li Hongzhuang's pupils constricted slightly.

In her view, even the most legendary martial arts techniques could not match this.

When martial arts are cultivated to the point of "pure yang blood," one can achieve the feat of "water reaching past the knees." After that, for every inch one grows taller, one's martial arts skill doubles.

Even a martial arts legend, when walking on water, will have his ankles submerged.

But what Chu Ming is showing now is truly walking on water.

This change in force was beyond his imagination, making her even have the illusion that it was all an illusion.

This was certainly not a trick, but a miracle created by Chu Ming using his internal energy to lighten his body, reducing his weight, and using his blood to transform into pure yang energy, his subtle divine power to break through the void, and his lotus-like footwork!

Qi and blood martial arts are rooted in the physical body, so it's impossible for someone to be able to step on their own foot and fly into the sky. However, true qi martial arts are a martial art that connects the inside and outside. Although Chu Ming's current martial arts can't make him fly, after integrating the techniques and power of qi and blood martial arts, he can already walk on water.

In the blink of an eye, Chu Ming appeared in front of Li Hongzhuang. Chu Ming's step was not like a pounce or a snatch, but rather like a three-zhang space being forcibly compressed into Chu Ming's step, giving people an extremely strange sense of space and time.

At the same moment Chu Ming moved, Li Hongzhuang reacted instantly.

In that instant, Li Hongzhuang's aura transformed from that of an enlightened Bodhisattva into that of a female Asura, radiating a powerful, bloodthirsty aura that even gave the air a faint smell of blood.

Li Hongzhuang did not grow up in the peaceful world of open martial arts, but rather in the treacherous world of covert martial arts.

Around the world, Li Hongzhuang has killed countless terrorists and international mercenaries.

Chu Ming once saw a video of Li Hongzhuang, in which she was on the African battlefield, reaping lives like a grim reaper.

The hail of bullets on the battlefield couldn't hit her at all; instead, it was the terrorists who fell one by one.

In the world of clandestine martial arts, Li Hongzhuang has a nickname: Blood Rakshasa!

In recent years, Li Hongzhuang has come to understand the way of life and cultivate her mind and character, which has allowed her to suppress her murderous aura. Otherwise, if she were to unleash her power, even the fiercest tiger would instantly cower before her.

Li Hongzhuang ultimately failed to comprehend the concept of "Rebirth from the Extreme of Death." Now, once she unleashed her martial arts, the murderous aura within her bones erupted without restraint, instantly turning the surrounding area into a battlefield of carnage.

Ordinary experts, when pressed down by such murderous aura, would probably lose their courage instantly and be at the mercy of others.

However, Chu Ming's mind had been tempered and strengthened to an incomparably powerful degree. Recently, he had been enriching his spiritual world with the spirit of humanity, refining his spirit and returning to the state of nothingness. He had his own roots, and his spiritual will was even stronger, completely unaffected by Li Hongzhuang.

Refining the spirit and returning to the void is a spiritual realm, also called refining the spirit and returning to emptiness. Some people understand it as emptiness, but that is not the case. The true refining of the spirit and returning to emptiness is to cultivate one's spirit to be as resilient as an ancient sacred mountain. Emptiness means sacred mountain, not emptiness.

Li Hongzhuang's fists were fast and fierce, incredibly sharp, like the scythe of death, carrying blood and death, reaping lives.

In that instant, Chu Ming's aura suddenly surged, his robes billowed, and he emitted a series of dragon roars, elephant cries, and thunderous sounds. His power was terrifying, and Li Hongzhuang even felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness.

This is an absolute power. No matter how your moves change or how strange your intentions are, I can break through all laws with my own strength.

"boom!"

With just one punch, Li Hongzhuang was sent flying by Chu Ming, staggering back dozens of steps on the water before coming to a stop.

At this moment, her knees were already submerged in the river, and her hair, which had been tied up, was scattered by Chu Ming's punch, making her look quite disheveled.

"Such martial arts skills..."

Li Hongzhuang was amazed, her heart filled with undisguised emotions.

Five years ago, she asserted that Chu Ming was a late bloomer and that he would make a name for himself twenty years later. But now, she was no match for Chu Ming, this junior.

She knew that if Chu Ming hadn't held back, she would have been dead.

That power was beyond human capabilities, and his martial arts skill of turning water into lotus flowers made her completely convinced.

On the other side, after Chu Ming knocked Li Hongzhuang away, his body lightly touched the water like a bird, and he flew back and landed steadily on his small boat without even getting a drop of water on his trousers.

On the riverbank, Jiang Taixu finished the last stroke on his painting. There was no river moon or beautiful woman in the painting, only a dragon and elephant that stood tall and imposing, as if it were about to crush the world!

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