SFS Chapter 273 Sparring
Chapter 273 Sparring
Why can high-level martial artists crush low-level martial artists?
It's not just that the internal energy is more powerful; the difference lies in the intent behind the fist.
A master can develop the essence of a fist technique and bring it to its fullest potential in their own way.
Any simple and unadorned martial art, when imbued with the essence of the art, can unleash explosive damage in the hands of a master, transforming the ordinary into the extraordinary.
This level of mastery can be described as having a punch in hand that is unconventional and unbeatable, even when using ordinary moves to fight an enemy.
However, at the level of Grandmaster, the intent of the fist is called the true intent.
When facing an enemy, he throws a punch, concentrating all his energy and spirit in his fist, which can produce a shocking and mind-altering effect.
This is especially true for Daoist cultivators who have already formed a divine soul and are exceptionally sensitive to the outside world; they must exercise even greater restraint.
Yang Silang cultivates both Taoism and martial arts. His spiritual and magical cultivation has stabilized at the Out-of-Body Realm, and his spiritual senses are exceptionally sharp.
Therefore, he could more clearly sense how terrifying the other party's true intent of ice was.
This punch did not appear to be extremely fast to the naked eye; the punch's trajectory was straight and without much variation.
But the intent of the fist had already arrived before the punch even landed.
Yang Silang felt as if he were standing at the foot of a frozen mountain, with an avalanche crashing down on him, about to bury him.
That was the manifestation of the true meaning of ice. Yang Silang's entire body was cold and numb, and his true energy was stagnant. His soul was shocked, which affected his body.
"Aoki's Wildfire Palm!"
Yang Silang reacted extremely quickly.
Almost simultaneously, he unleashed the Great Five-in-One Fist.
Wood-element true qi emerges from the dantian as a guide, while fire-element true qi emerges from the heart meridian.
The true meaning of wood and fire is mutual generation and harmony.
In Fu Liunian's eyes, when he threw a punch, he saw Brother Yang freeze in place instantly.
He felt remorseful.
I shouldn't have agreed to Brother Yang's request.
Even he had never done something like sparring with a grandmaster.
Isn't that just asking for trouble and leaving psychological trauma?
The true meaning of a Grandmaster is still far too overwhelming for a Grandmaster.
Although Brother Yang said he had also grasped the true meaning of the Five Elements, how much of it did he actually grasp?
Could it be that they think they've grasped the essence just because they've only scratched the surface?
It's normal for young people to be a bit impetuous and arrogant.
Fu Liunian regretted it and wanted to hold back some of his punch.
"Um?"
In his line of sight.
Yang Silang suddenly moved.
A flash of blue light appeared on his skin, followed by a sudden surge of fiery true energy that combined with the blood and qi mist to envelop his entire body.
He unleashed a powerful punch, clashing with Fu Liunian!
This punch was as fast as a meteor, as if gunpowder roared and the air burst out.
Wood generates fire, unleashing the domineering and fierce power of fire, and fire naturally restrains ice.
In Fu Liunian's eyes.
The young man opposite him threw a punch, which was like a tree suddenly igniting in a dense forest on a plain. In the blink of an eye, the spark ignited the dry trees in the forest.
In an instant, not only the entire forest, but also the plain was engulfed in flames, quickly spreading like wildfire.
"Hmm... such pure and profound meaning..."
Fu Liunian was quite surprised.
Brother Yang's true meaning, limited by his true energy, was not particularly powerful for a grandmaster like him, but it was extremely restrained and pure.
He even felt, in a daze, as if it were above his true meaning of ice.
"How is that possible?"
He thought he must have seen wrong.
Let's test the depth first.
boom!
The two men clasped their fists together.
hum...
A white wave of air burst forth and surged outwards.
bang bang bang...
There were originally eight windows on this tower, but one of them broke yesterday when Fu Liunian broke it in a fit of emotion.
Now, the other seven windows shattered simultaneously from the inside out, the hardwood window frames and paper breaking and flying out, scattering like snowflakes all over the ground.
Fu Liunian stood firmly in place, leaving two charred footprints on the bluestone floor, about an inch deep. That was him transferring all the fire-attribute true energy from Yang Silang's punch.
Yang Silang squatted slightly, and was pushed back about ten feet by the powerful punch.
He dug two shallow furrows in the ground with his feet and slammed his back against the wall.
Several cracks appeared on the thick blue bricks.
"Brother, don't tear my house down..."
"I only used 70% of my strength, so it's quite good that you were able to withstand a punch without falling down."
"Let's go up to the top of the tower and have a match. Your fist skills are not bad, let's also see your stance training."
"Next, I'll only use half my true energy, and I should be about the same level as you."
"You practitioners of Taizu Long Fist are truly monsters; a grandmaster like you can match half my strength."
"Alright, as you wish!"
The two climbed directly from outside the window to the top of the tower.
The top of the tower is even more difficult to stand on, requiring layers of glazed tiles to be laid diagonally, and a tower spire, or crown, standing as tall as a person, to be erected.
The top of each spire is a vase, the body is a canopy, and the base is a single piece of granite.
The top of the tower is only a few feet in diameter, but fortunately it is not too tilted.
Both men used the "thousand-pound drop stake technique" to stabilize their lower bodies.
Yang Silang's ten toes were like hooks, with bulging veins, and they were wedged directly into the gaps in the roof tiles.
Stand with one foot in front of the other, bend your knees, and you can stand steadily with your body straight.
The same applies to the passing years.
A cold wind blew by.
The two remained motionless, staring intently at each other.
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Fu Liunian suddenly threw a punch through the canopy, but halfway through the punch, he suddenly changed it into a palm strike, transforming it into an eagle claw tearing motion.
"Kid, let me take you down..."
Yang Silang realized that his opponent intended to use a grappling technique to throw him off the tower. He laughed loudly and used the Huanxi Hand technique to counter.
The Huanxi Hand technique uses softness to overcome hardness and was created by a female master. It is characterized by its delicate and varied hand techniques.
Now, at the top of the tower, there is barely enough room to stand, and not much room to maneuver. Facing grappling techniques, the Huanxi Hand is the perfect counter.
The two men kept their feet still and steadied themselves, their hands moving with incredible speed as they executed more than a dozen moves.
Fu Liunian's eagle claws were sharp as blades, with ten long fingernails that occasionally gripped the canopy of the chariot, leaving several deep hooks on the hard granite.
Yang Silang used a strategy of responding to emergencies with ease, spreading his ten fingers wide and moving his palms as if holding a ball. He attacked later but arrived first, intercepting the opponent halfway and deflecting their moves.
Fu Liunian kept his word and indeed only used half of his true energy against his enemy.
These experts are extremely accurate in estimating the true energy bursts of themselves and their opponents.
The two fought to a standstill.
Fu Liunian's eagle claws were sharp, and his hands were covered in ice that emitted a white chill, as if they were ten thousand years old.
Yang Silang used the Huanxi Hand technique with both palms, but the underlying fist intent was actually the Cold Edge Rushing Wave Fist of the Great Five Harmony Fist.
Using metallic true energy as a guide and water-based true energy as a core, the palms are defensive yet conceal offensive capabilities, and also possess sharp and deadly counterattack moves, making them most adept at defense.
After a dozen or so moves.
Fu Liunian felt ashamed when he realized that his grappling skills, which he had learned as a supplement, had failed to subdue Yang Silang.
This kid's punching style is strange. He always cuts off the path of his punch halfway through his outstretched claws, forcing him to change his move.
I wanted to show this young guy that there are always people more capable than you.
His dozen or so moves were quite ingenious; in fact, he had already switched between Tiger Claw Hand, Dragon Capturing Skill, Lion Claw Skill, and other techniques.
Yang Silang guarded the area tightly, and he could not defeat Yang Silang by using only one style of boxing.
"Brother, let me see how good your stance training is?" Fu Liunian suddenly asked, a thought suddenly crossing his mind.
How can I demonstrate the wonder of my claw technique if I stand still?
As the master of the tower, his knowledge and understanding of martial arts surpasses that of ten Yang Silangs.
He himself also practiced many other martial arts techniques. After becoming a grandmaster, even if he hadn't mastered these techniques before, their power was still considerable when he used them now.
With a light touch of his feet, Fu Liunian suddenly moved nimbly across the roof tile. In an instant, he turned around, his toes deftly tapping the gaps in the tile, spinning rapidly like a top, while his claws launched a series of attacks at Yang Silang.
Upon seeing this, Yang Silang hurriedly retreated.
The mud-walking skills he had learned in his early years came in handy, as he placed his feet on the roof tiles.
With power coming from the toes, soles, and heels together, the whole person leaps backward, gliding smoothly as if gliding on a tilted ice sheet.
Fu Liunian pursued him relentlessly, but he retreated quickly.
The two continued what they were doing.
After another dozen or so moves, Yang Silang stopped retreating and unleashed the Tide-Rising Ten Thousand Trees Force with both fists.
He made good use of the five elements' mutual generation throughout his journey.
Unfortunately, the more he sparred with Fu Liunian, the colder he became, even though he was not inferior in terms of moves. Now, his internal organs were slightly numb.
He knew things were going badly. Fu Liunian had said that if he didn't think the numbness was a big deal, and continued fighting would cause the ice-elemental true energy to keep accumulating damage, eventually freezing his internal organs.
The Azure Wood Blazing Palm technique has a high burst of fire-type power, but it cannot surpass the power of Fu Liunian.
The Flaming Mountain Suppressing Seal is a powerful palm strike, but it cannot crush the opponent.
The Mountain-Splitting Gold-Shattering Finger technique is extremely sharp, but it cannot break through the opponent's defense.
The same applies to the Cold Edge Raging Wave Fist, which uses water against ice. Since the two have similar properties, after only a few moves, he felt a bit colder and quickly switched to the Tide-Rising Ten Thousand Trees Force.
With water as the guide and wood as the core, a vibrant life force burst forth within the body, suppressing the cold, numb energy and preventing it from spreading further.
Fu Liunian was still puzzled.
Why is this kid still putting on a brave face? His internal organs should be frozen solid and his vital energy stagnant by now.
His eyes flickered; fearing Yang Silang might get frostbite, he decided to capture him quickly.
"Watch out..."
Fu Liunian suddenly raised his foot and stabbed hard.
He actually stood on one foot, while the other foot seemed to spring out without a trace, heading straight for Yang Silang's face.
Yang Silang exclaimed "Eh!" and immediately kicked out as well.
He had only his right foot in the crack of the roof tile, and he was using all his five toes to exert force.
boom!
The feet are crossed.
A surge of powerful true energy came, far exceeding 50% of his strength.
Yang Silang thought to himself, "This old scoundrel is playing tricks."
Click!
The roof tile under Yang Silang's feet shattered into dust and fell backward. Fu Liunian was hit hard, his body swayed, and the roof tile under his feet broke in the middle.
He also fell backward.
The two landed one after the other.
Yang Silang's legs were like hooks. He grabbed the eaves of the tower and flipped himself over to slip through the window into the room.
Fu Liunian on the other side did almost the same thing.
Yang Silang assumed a boxing stance.
Fu Liunian hurriedly waved his hand
"I'm not fighting anymore, I'm not fighting anymore."
"We're even."
He carefully observed Yang Silang's complexion and then stepped forward to take his pulse.
Seeing that his complexion was rosy and his pulse was strong, he smiled bitterly and said seriously.
"Truly, the younger generation is to be feared."
"Brother Yang, if I were to use my full strength, I could defeat you, but it would be an unfair victory to use my superior skill level to intimidate you."
"Your internal energy from practicing the Taizu Long Fist is indeed vast, enough to withstand half of my punch."
"By the way, why are you unaffected by my Frozen True Qi? I know about the Tide-Swept Strength, but you shouldn't be able to withstand it..."