Regarding the question of whether one thousand lives are enough to beat Honkai Impact 3rd.

The old man moved, and without warning, he drew his wooden sword and pointed it directly at the boy's wrist. In an instant, it was as if a storm had swept through and thunder had exploded.

In that instant, Su Qing'an seemed to see a sleeping lion roaring to the sky, its power awe-inspiring. But he remained expressionless, his calm and unwavering mind unshaken. In a moment, he abandoned the idea of ​​drawing his sword, and with his left hand, he struck the side of the wooden sword that the old man was swinging down like lightning with extreme force, gentleness, and precision.

"Bang!" That was the sound of a hand hitting a wooden sword, and also the sound of the old man flying backward and his body landing again.

The old man was nearly 1.9 meters tall and weighed 200 kilograms, but the scene before him was the work of a seemingly frail boy who was 1.78 meters tall and weighed less than 140 kilograms.

In that instant, Su Qing'an reversed the old man's own fierce strength, using the deeper stillness of his mind to integrate and control the strength of his entire body and unleash 100% of his power. However, it was still inevitable that some force would be scattered in his palms, and as a price, his wrist, which was exerting force, was dislocated.

The intense pain surged into his nerves with crystal clarity under the control of his entire body's muscles, yet the boy remained unmoved.

In the instant the old man lost his balance, he took a step and rushed out.

As he leaned forward, he shook his hand, and every fiber of his left arm taut, channeling the force into his wrist. With a crisp snap, the dislocated wrist was dissolved by the force.

He drew his sword with his right hand! He pressed his advantage, expanding every slight lead to bring victory one step closer.

Not only the elderly, Su Qing'an was even more wholeheartedly devoted to this duel, attached even more importance to it, and even more determined to win!

But the moment the boy drew his sword, the old man threw away the wooden sword in his hand without hesitation, as if he were discarding not a weapon for Laiyi to fight, but a useless burden.

He cleaved the flying wooden sword in the air in a single breath or less, but that was enough. Su Qing'an's leaping body could not turn back, and the old man had already adjusted his posture, assuming a boxing stance passed down from the ancient kingdom.

In close combat, the length of the wooden sword was no longer an advantage but a disadvantage. In just a moment, the situation reversed again, and the boy found himself in a dilemma.

Then, without hesitation, Su Qing'an threw out the wooden sword.

He didn't have time to form a punching stance, but that doesn't mean he was at a disadvantage.

The old man, who was on high alert, deflected the wooden knife pointed directly at his eye with a wave of his hand, and then threw a punch!

The old man's limbs suddenly sprang forth like whips, tearing through the howling wind.

The two exchanged blows, using every possible method, from hand strikes and elbow strikes to punches and kicks.

That was the martial arts that the old man had learned and combined throughout his life, and now it was manifesting in both of them at the same time.

Five minutes later, the old man's iron fist landed on the boy's temple, the force natural and effortless.

Su Qing'an's fist was still a finger's width away from the old man's forehead. The wind from the punch ruffled the old man's white hair, and the force of the punch dissipated.

The two are like a mirror reflecting each other, transforming stillness into movement and movement into stillness, with every move filled with a harmonious and natural beauty.

This is martial arts. Su Qing'an felt genuine respect and gratitude for the old man in front of him. Without such a good teacher, he would never have been able to transform into this person in just two short weeks.

"Hahaha, Qing'an, let's call it a draw this time." The old man looked at the young man in front of him and laughed happily.

"Teacher Chen, please don't make fun of me. I'm still far behind you," Su Qing'an said with a helpless shake of his head and a smile.

He genuinely believed that there was still an insurmountable gap between himself and the old man, a chasm caused by years of experience and combat, which could not be immediately bridged by extraordinary talent.

However, the desire to win during the battle, and even the feeling that he could defeat the old man in front of him, was definitely not fake.

That's what a martial artist is like. No matter how high the mountain they face, even if they know the gap between them, they will not easily admit defeat until the battle is over.

The competitive spirit of martial artists is even part of the martial arts itself; the desire to fight and determine who is superior is the essence of the martial arts.

Therefore, neither Su Qing'an nor the old man held back during the fight. Except for the final punch, every punch and kick during the process was delivered with all their might.

16. Tai Xuan

Chen Junxuan is the name of the old man in front of me. He is 68 years old, but his strong body, which is completely out of character for his age, is proof that he has never given up honing his martial arts skills.

Looking at the young man before him, who was not yet twenty, the old man was filled with emotion. He had never imagined that someone could learn all the martial arts he had accumulated and integrated throughout his life in just two weeks, and apply them almost perfectly in battle without any combat experience.

A terrifying ability to understand, an incredible comprehension, and a seemingly innate talent for perfectly controlling the strength of one's entire body.

With just one glance, the boy learned the technique of generating power from whole body on the spot. He was like a giant sponge, and even a martial arts master like Chen Junxuan felt that he had nothing left to teach after just two weeks.

The only things the boy lacked were physical training and combat experience.

Having such a disciple is both a blessing and a curse for any martial arts master.

However, Chen Junxuan only felt lucky. He traveled all over the country and was unrestrained in his nature. He spent most of his time integrating his own martial arts path. He stayed in this country for three years and integrated the essence of most martial arts schools into himself. He had basically seen the essence of various martial arts such as Iaido, Ninjutsu, Karate, Kendo, Aikido, Judo, Tang Shou, and Sumo.

There was one school of Kendo that he didn't engage with for various reasons.

However, when he had roughly unified the martial arts, he did not have a single disciple to pass it on to.

Although Chen Junxuan was naturally carefree, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful. It was during this period that he heard about the boy in the martial arts circle.

That probably happened between November 10th and 13th.

Determined to become stronger, Su Qing'an enrolled in a karate dojo to test the fundamental changes that had occurred to his extraordinary soul.

Then, within a brief ten minutes, he understood that, with his sword-heart stillness and terrifying comprehension, he could directly imprint the muscle memory that martial arts should have been carefully honed into his body in a short period of time.

Su Qing'an guessed that his Still Water Realm was completely different from the normal Still Water Realm. The normal Sword Heart Still Water Realm should be a way to put the body into a competitive state.

Clear your mind, relax your body, and ultimately achieve the goal of sensing every subtle change in your body.

His state of stillness allows him to control the force of his entire body even more subtly and directly. This is what leads to his terrifyingly illogical learning speed.

At first, his learning speed was relatively slow, but after a dozen or so training sessions, it increased rapidly. He could learn something almost instantly, shortly after the other person finished demonstrating.

However, the boy soon felt constrained. The martial arts taught in the dojo were generally taught to keep some techniques to themselves. Even if they didn't, Su Qing'an, whose learning progress was not at the same level as ordinary people, found it difficult to explain his specific situation.

Using money to shut people up and make them open-minded and teach them seriously is one way, but it is risky and too slow. So he spent six figures in yen to hire a few sparring partners to test the waters again.

During his sparring match, besides confirming that his combat strength had surpassed that of ordinary people, he also realized something else: he could learn from others' techniques during the fight.

Within three minutes of fighting Su Qing'an, he can learn all the martial arts styles that his physical abilities can demonstrate.

Having realized this, he simply went to challenge the other establishment.

Within the Realm of Still Water, his combat power had reached the limit that an ordinary person of average talent could achieve through a lifetime of effort.

Therefore, he was confident he wouldn't be defeated, and even if he did, he could settle things with money in a society governed by law. Without surviving the collapse four months later, all the money in the world would be meaningless.

Su Qing'an's ability to control every minute bit of power allows him to give his opponents a life-or-death experience. He holds nothing back because he is confident that he can perfectly dissipate the force before it is transmitted to his opponent.

However, his opponents were unaware of the boy's confidence, so in order to avoid being killed, almost every one of his opponents used all their skills, leaving no room for reservation.

In just three days, he turned the martial arts world of Changkong City upside down.

What happened next was obvious. After witnessing a fight where a teenager challenged a dojo, Chen Junxuan felt his worldview had been shattered.

That led to the Su Qing'an we know today.

Su Qing'an's respect for Chen Junxuan as a half-master was not without reason. Chen Junxuan's personality was more unrestrained than Su Qing'an's in his life. He was not arrogant at all and had no sectarian prejudices. Moreover, his martial arts foundation was as deep and profound as the ocean.

In theory, Su Qing'an could exhaust the secret techniques of a school of martial arts in ten minutes.

However, even with Chen Junxuan's careful instruction, it took him two whole weeks to fully master Chen Junxuan's martial arts, which shows how complex Chen Junxuan's teachings were.

Although Su Qing'an's learning speed was so fast that even a normal martial artist might have a mental breakdown upon seeing it, Chen Junxuan was very happy. It was the pure joy of seeing his own legacy passed down, and the peace of mind that martial arts had successors.

The old man understood the complexity of his martial arts; he had absorbed most of the world's martial arts styles throughout his life, and if it weren't for Su Qing'an who learned them, it was very likely that they would have been lost.

So, the fact that he had learned everything he had in his life in just two weeks truly brought him great comfort.

With Su Qing'an's talent, he is fully capable of carrying on the legacy and pushing his Tai Xuan Liu to an even more terrifying and profound limit.

The Tai Xuan Flow, which he had spent fifty years creating, was completely mastered by the boy in just two weeks.

What kind of landscape and future can Tai Xuanliu see in his hands?

It truly makes one eagerly anticipate my disciple, Su Qing'an.

17. Hokushin Ittō-ryū

"Professor Chen, do you have any plans to return to China soon?"

“According to my original plan, I would return home after visiting the last kendo school worth visiting,” the old man said with a troubled frown. “It is the most famous kendo school in this country. I specifically intended to save it for last. However, the head of this school was involved in a dispute a few days ago, and the only inheritor is still young. He should not be in the mood to fight with anyone right now, which is a pity.”

"You're not talking about the Hokushin Ittō-ryū style, are you?"

2013年11月16日晚18时34分，世界著名跨国电子厂商me社社长雷电龙马因涉及经济诈骗被警方抓获。

Raiden Ryoma is the current head of the Hokushin Itto-ryu family and one of only two inheritors of the style.

“That’s right, it’s the Hokushin Ittō-ryū. Unlike most schools that have evolved into competitive sports, the Hokushin Ittō-ryū is still a true martial art for killing.” The old man nodded in acknowledgment.

The legendary Hokushin Ittō-ryū, an ancient martial art from the Far East, passed down by the famous Japanese swordsman Hokushin Mei. No wonder Chen Junxuan specifically reserved it for last when he sought to learn it.

Of course, besides the fame of this martial art, it is also largely due to the fact that Raiden Ryoma does not participate in the martial arts circle and focuses on business. If he were a member of the martial arts circle, the first person the old man would have sought instruction from when he came to Japan three years ago would probably be Hokushin Ittō-ryū. Unfortunately, it would have been somewhat impolite to visit him when they were not in the same circle.

Now that things have dragged on, the only person left to consult is Raiden Ryoma's daughter, Raiden Mei.

However, regardless of how much of the essence of Hokushin Ittō-ryū Raiden Mei has learned, the current situation she faces forces Chen Junxuan to remain on the sidelines.

Raiden Mei, who grew up in luxury and whose character has never been tempered, faces a series of blows, including her father's imprisonment, the freezing of her assets, the covetousness of relatives, and the alienation of friends. Even though her skill in Hokushin Ittō-ryū is no less than that of Raiden Ryōma, how much strength can she exert against Chen Junxuan, a martial arts master?

A martial artist and a swordsman, more important than their skills is their unwavering heart that never wavers in the face of anything.

However, such demands are too harsh on Raiden Mei, who is only 16 years old.

Without Su Qing'an's arrival, this old man, who had dedicated his entire life to honing his martial arts skills, might have faced a breakdown during his period of observation and waiting.

The result was that they were turned into undead by the intense Honkai energy; there was no other possibility.

Martial arts. Martial arts. Even the peerless martial art of the Taixu Sword Qi, passed down by the immortals of the Divine Land, cannot break through the shackles of being male. Those martial artists who cultivate normal internal energy, even if they exhaust their entire lives, can only barely avoid being transformed into dead warriors by the Honkai energy.

Chen Junxuan, without any sect or school of martial arts and without any internal energy cultivation, relied on his natural talent to master the Tai Xuan style, which was created by combining various martial arts. In terms of combat power alone, even the masters of famous sects with internal energy inheritance were no match for him.

However, under the influence of Honkai energy, he could only wait to die on the spot.

Even Chen Junxuan himself could not have felt such sorrow as deeply as Su Qing'an. He had experienced the despair of becoming a death warrior twice, and the terror, resentment, and anger burning deep in his soul had never been extinguished.

Absolutely not. Absolutely not. Absolutely not again. He would never die so helplessly again. After his resurrection, Su Qing'an reminded himself of this almost constantly. Every night he recalled the feelings he had before his death, every single day, just so that he would not forget this pain, this helplessness.

To everyone else, Su Qing'an appears gentle and indifferent. Both Kiana and Chen Junxuan think this boy is normal. He can play and joke with Kiana in a normal way, and he can also listen to Chen Junxuan's teachings seriously. Even when he comes to challenge someone, the way he handles the aftermath makes the person being challenged feel that Su Qing'an is quite agreeable.

However, a certain part of him was damaged after experiencing death. The state of mind as still as water was no longer just a realm of Taixu Sword Qi, but a characteristic that had truly been integrated into the essence of his soul. Even so, the evil spirit hidden in his heart lake was constantly roaring and howling, with endless flames burning in his heart lake.

The extreme calmness contained an inexhaustible anger.

The boy was like a flame burning in water, calm yet violent, gentle yet fierce.

“Master Chen, you should return to China first. I will find an opportunity to learn from the Hokushin Itto-ryu. Although you don’t care about worldly opinions, it’s still embarrassing for a martial arts master to learn from a 15-year-old girl, so please leave it to me.” In order to get this stubborn old man to obediently return to China, Su Qing’an took the initiative to take over Chen Junxuan’s unfinished journey to learn Japanese martial arts.

"Hahaha, very good, very good. Qing'an, you will take the final step in integrating the essence of this nation's martial arts into the Tai Xuan style for your teacher." Chen Junxuan laughed and patted the young man's shoulder. At that moment, the old man seemed to see the rising sun.

Therefore, it is only natural to give way to the setting sun as it fades into the night.