Martial Arts Awakening, Bloodfire Fist Master

"Then, what if I, senior brother, insist on seeing Master?"

A chilling aura, capable of freezing one's blood, emanated from that majestic and towering body.

The temperature seemed to drop throughout the entire outer courtyard.

The eldest sister remained calm, as if she had known this would happen all along.

"If you want war, then let's fight!"

"Very good, very good. Junior Sister has not let me down. You are capable and courageous in battle. Let me see how much you have improved while I was away."

I walked slowly towards my senior sister, step by step.

Then the walking stick is handed out—yes, handed out, not struck.

It is offered slowly and approached gradually, yet it gives one a sense of inescapable force.

The walking stick was made of some unknown material. Zhang Qingshan could see that it seemed to be wriggling, like steam rising and twisting from a boiling pot. He couldn't tell if it was real or an illusion.

The eldest sister's eyes remained unwavering as she threw a punch.

Snapped.

The fist seemed to have stuck to the walking stick for a moment.

The next moment, the senior sister's face turned pale, and ripples spread across the skin of her exposed wrists, neck, and other areas, as if she had been struck by some invisible force. She was forced to retreat continuously, leaving footprints on the bluestone ground, and no matter how much she exerted her strength, she could not stop.

"Junior sister, how is it? This is the realm of strength and gentleness. Step back now. I won't hold back next time."

The eldest sister gritted her teeth and took a deep breath.

There was a pulsating sound of some kind of power within his body, making his tall and muscular physique even more full, and his fair skin even emitted a metallic sheen.

Above and below the membrane, there was a gurgling sound, like the surging of waves.

With a loud shout, he took a sudden step, causing the ground to collapse. His entire body exuded a roaring aura, and the air exploded wherever his terrifying power passed.

"Water Dragon Strength, very good; Skin Membrane Exceeds Limit, also good."

"That's right," Long Baifeng's eyes turned cold, and he swung his left hand, which wasn't holding a walking stick, out with a palm strike.

There wasn't much of a roar, but even ordinary people could see the air distorting as the palm struck. The other disciples in the training ground, even though they were far away, felt the air contracting, and it seemed like they were having difficulty breathing.

A great fear arises; facing this palm strike, one might be reduced to dust.

Zhang Qingshan looked at his senior sister with concern. His senior sister was very strong, but the opponent was even stronger.

It is obvious that the opponent's strength is completely overwhelming, an overwhelming victory in every aspect.

It was as if one could see the next moment when the eldest sister would be sent flying back by this palm strike, her bones broken and blood flowing from her seven orifices.

A hint of helplessness flashed in Zhang Qingshan's eyes. He had always preferred to take the path of cunning and ruthlessness, his method being to develop his strength properly and then seek revenge once he became powerful.

only!

Right now!

As an inner disciple, one should fulfill one's duties in one's position.

They also have their own principles of conduct, clearly distinguishing between gratitude and resentment. Since they inherit the cause and effect of the martial arts school, they can only face it.

Things in this world can never go as planned. If something hasn't happened to you, you can either endure it or slowly retaliate and deal with it.

But the matter is right in front of us; how can we pretend we don't see it?

True warriors must face the unexpected. Life is never exactly as we predict; ups and downs are normal.

Zhang Qingshan chuckled self-deprecatingly, never expecting himself to be a warrior.

At the same time, he moved his body and leaped close to his opponent. He unleashed his hidden power, not hoping to injure his opponent by striking a rock with an egg, but hoping to at least affect his opponent and disperse the power in his palm.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

The former senior brother, Long Baifeng, looked even colder.

A hint of disdain flashed in his eyes, and the membrane on his body trembled slightly, as if he was waiting for Zhang Qingshan to seek his own death.

"No!" That was the senior sister's voice.

Zhang Qingshan was somewhat overconfident.

In reality, they weren't completely unprepared; they weren't really going to their deaths.

Just now, a system notification appeared.

Jiang Liu Siqu had just opened his dazed eyes when they widened in the next moment. He knew instinctively that he couldn't ignore it; as an inner disciple, how could he stand idly by? A surge of blood rushed to his heart, and he trembled with fear.

[Under this stimulation, boundless inspiration and instinct were awakened, and dark energy circulated rapidly within his body. The spirit of Jiang Liu's Four-Bend Breathing Technique was constantly rising. He saw it; he saw a terrifying force flowing across the skin and clothing of his opponent, ready to counter any approaching attack at any moment. If he recklessly struck, he might have his bones broken.]

Driven by its survival instinct, Jiang Liu's Four-Bend Breathing Technique constantly fine-tuned the power of its flesh and blood. In the face of life and death, untapped innate strength was unearthed from the deepest recesses of its bloodline. It found a glimmer of hope: all it needed to do was adjust this awakened potential, facing its opponent's carelessness and contempt with the gentleness of water. In a flash, it would fine-tune and deflect force dozens of times. Although it would inflict serious injury, there was no danger of losing its power or dying. Serious injury it was, all for the sake of its fair-skinned, beautiful, and exceptionally long-legged senior sister...

He certainly couldn't stand idly by, but Zhang Qingshan also couldn't possibly be so reckless as to throw his life away.

Despite the risk of injury, he managed to deliver a blow, hoping to slightly distract the opponent. This was all he could do as a junior disciple.

[The Jiangliu Four-Bend Breathing Method involves mental adjustment, attention, and a high degree of concentration...]

All of this happened in an instant; Zhang Qingshan had already made his decision.

[Jiang Liu exclaimed "Eh!" in relief, realizing it was true...]

Zhang Qingshan felt relieved, his anxiety subsiding as he realized that his subconscious had indeed predicted it.

Before I knew it, my master had appeared in front of me.

His fist didn't land on Long Baifeng, but instead landed on him, silently and without any impact.

He slapped his senior sister away with one hand, and his other hand clashed with Long Baifeng's palm.

This is the second reason why Zhang Qingshan dared to take action.

Long Baifeng appears polite, but he is actually domineering and has ill intentions.

Even the eldest sister was alarmed, so there's no reason why the master who was overseeing the backyard wouldn't know.

.......

"Master, you still came to see me. How was it? Didn't you say it would take me eight or ten years to reach the eighth level of Martial Master, the Realm of Softness and Hardness? I am already there now."

The museum owner raised his aged face slightly, coughed twice, and shook his head.

"It's nothing but a cunning and crooked path of evil. Your physical strength and flexibility are mostly due to external conveniences. If you follow this path, even if you manage to reach the Blood Transformation stage in the future, you will find it difficult to enter a stronger path. You can only continue to rely on these crooked methods, be hampered by others, and be controlled by others."

"Hmph, Master, you're too attached to appearances. Aren't these secret techniques, elixirs, spiritual objects, and even your fundamental diagram external things? Martial arts are just as complicated. Which martial artist isn't constrained by lineage and sect? Every step has requirements, and every level has different methods. Aren't they the same? I only know that power is real, and fists are real."

"Heh, that makes sense. But you're saying your fists are real? Your balance of strength and flexibility isn't fully developed or understood; it's just a forced blending of external forces. If you want to go back to my martial arts school and cause trouble, your strength isn't enough."

"boom!"

Suddenly, the point where their hands were joined exploded, like a cannonball exploding.

You can also see concentric circles of air waves spreading outwards.

The museum owner used the momentum to stagger back a few steps. Long Baifeng's face flushed red as he tried to regain his balance, but he still couldn't stop himself from taking a few more steps back.

"Master, your dry water strength is truly remarkable, honed over decades. No wonder even at your advanced age, those scoundrels outside dare not offend you. It is indeed extraordinary."

After expressing his admiration, he bowed respectfully.

"Master, with such resources, why not give it your all? If you are willing to hand over the Blood Transformation Root Diagram, Mr. Odis said that if you want power, he can give you a gene potion; if you want money, you can name your price. Ten thousand or two hundred thousand silver dollars are not a problem. Master, Mr. Odis doesn't actually need this thing. He has much better things. He just likes to collect things from our Divine Land. This is an opportunity that your disciple has fought for for you."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Ji Feiyun, the owner of Qinghe Martial Arts School, laughed heartily.

"A bunch of barbarian demons who worship bloodline evil gods. Their bloodline will no longer belong to them. They are nothing but bastards. Instead of being good dogs, they want to covet the unique martial arts of my Eastern Divine Continent. It's just wishful thinking."

Looking at his former prized disciple, a hint of heartache flashed in his eyes, followed by resolute determination.

"As long as I'm alive, there are certain things you can forget about. Hmph, if I didn't want to protect the children a little more, I would have gone all out to kill you. Don't think that just because you have a little innate superhuman strength and some evil methods, you can turn the world upside down."

Long Baifeng's eyes narrowed, and anger and resentment flashed across his face.

Looking intently at his former master, who, despite his old age and frailty, gave him a sense of danger.

Today's test confirms once again that the other party is not yet completely exhausted.

Although he knew that even if he had a burst of energy, it would never last, he was unwilling to be a pawn for others.

A gentle smile.

"It seems Master still has the strength. I am happy for you. Master, please rest assured. I have always been filial and would never do anything that would cause discord between master and disciple and allow outsiders to benefit."