Purple Mist Dao Master-Chapter 142 - 123: Do not say that my sect lacks true principles, surely when flowers bloom, butterflies will come!

Chapter 142: Chapter 123: Do not say that my sect lacks true principles, surely when flowers bloom, butterflies will come!

"Hiss—"

"This, this, this—"

"That’s ’Mantis Fist’!"

"That’s ’Guangling Flower Fist’!"

"That’s ’Nine Palace Capturing Fall Hand’!"

"Not right!"

"Not right!"

"That’s still ’Butterfly Palm’!"

...

Below the stage.

Led by Luo Bing and Wang Can, a group of old school martial artists looked at the stage, where Huo Zhen’s boxing style suddenly changed. Sometimes it seemed like ’Mantis Fist’, sometimes like ’Guangling Flower Fist’, and sometimes like ’Nine Palace Capturing Fall Hand’. At first glance, it seemed like none of these styles. Upon closer inspection, you realized it was still ’Butterfly Palm’—

The palm was like a butterfly!

"A butterfly showing pride among the flowers, defending against enemies under the moonless night."

"Killer strikes lurking below, the butterfly dances before the flowers, making enemies lose courage."

At this moment, Huo Zhen resembled a butterfly gracefully dancing among the blossoms, full of spirit and with a lively presence.

Yan Chuan, who had been chattering nonstop earlier, had closed his mouth for some time, not saying a word. But it wasn’t due to feeling pressured. If you looked closely at him, his movements were agile and his retreats and advances were well-grounded, showing he still had reserves.

But he was silent now—

"He’s feeding moves!"

"Huo Zhen is having an enlightenment! Yan Chuan is helping him, aiding his breakthrough!"

Zhao Ye was the first to notice.

He realized that under Yan Chuan’s guidance, Huo Zhen’s ’Butterfly Palm’ finally advanced further, having an enlightenment on stage. Yan Chuan, worried about disturbing his enlightenment, anxious that he might interrupt his breakthrough, remained tightly silent to avoid any interference.

In fact, whether moving forwards or backwards, he was cooperating with Huo Zhen, trying to create an environment for Huo Zhen as best as he could.

Below the stage.

Among the old school leaders of the ’Taikang Seven Heroes’, Wang Can of the ’Sealing Hand Fist’ from the Wang Brothers also noticed the clue—

"Yan Chuan’s boxing is advanced. If he went further, he could forcibly interrupt Brother Huo’s enlightenment, and it would be unknown if he could regain the inspiration afterwards!"

"If he retreated a step, without an opponent, Brother Huo’s attempt to break through would inevitably encounter unexpected trouble!"

"Maintain it!"

"Keep it up!"

"That’s the best way!"

Wang Can looked at Huo Zhen with a wave of envy.

Then he looked at Yan Chuan, feeling conflicted.

He always resisted the academy, resisted the New Faction, believing these people were ’breaking the rules’—

Boxing!

Martial Arts!

True transmission was inherently cautious!

For instance, Wang Can, who in his early years followed a famous teacher and practiced ’Sealing Hand Fist’ for fifteen years before finally obtaining the true transmission, was able to inherit ’Sealing Hand Fist’ and made his name resound in Jianghu.

As he walked this path.

Among his fellowship, countless dullards were outdone by him.

The hardships therein, outsiders couldn’t possibly understand!

But now, the Great Yan Buwu, widely establishing Martial Arts Academies, aimed to extensively spread each family’s martial arts, allowing everyone to practice without overly strict constraints.

Wang Can just wanted to ask one question—

On what grounds?

On what grounds did he have to suffer and toil for over ten years in order to obtain the true transmission!

On what grounds could these people skip it?

Then what do his past hardships, sufferings, and sweat and blood count as now?

All jokes!

The court was breaking traditions, breaking the Jianghu Martial Arts traditions that were passed down over hundreds and thousands of years.

Breaking the rules!

Could that lead to any good?

Look at those wastes cultivated by the New Faction in various states and prefectures in recent years, wreaking havoc everywhere, bringing countless karma.

This is the result of the New Faction breaking the rules.

Therefore.

Wang Can resolutely opposed the New Faction, excluding the academy.

But today, regarding Yan Chuan specifically, watching him guide Huo Zhen without reservation, and then straightforwardly assisting Huo Zhen’s enlightenment and breakthrough, not feeling envious or destructive.

This quality!

Regardless of New Faction or Old School, some might call it foolish, but even if it’s foolish, it deserves admiration!

What others can do and I can’t!

This is extremely rare!

Self-reflection——

"If it were Yan Chuan who was having an enlightenment on the battlefield, Luo Bing, Huo Zhen, or me, could we just sit by and watch? Could we assist?"

Wang Can stared blankly at the stage, not knowing.

But Yan Chuan had already done it!

...

"Huo Zhen!"

"Butterfly Palm!"

"Not right!"

"This is not just a simple breakthrough!"

Shao Yancong had been observing the entire time, his sharp eyes noticing Huo Zhen’s red face, Qi-blood rushing to the top of his skull, Inner Strength running wildly throughout his body, his whole body even emitting faint white smoke, appearing mystifying, as if ascending to immortality.

But this is wrong!

It shouldn’t be like this!

Yan Chuan also sharply sensed the anomaly, seeing that Huo Zhen’s boxing enlightenment brought about a qualitative change in Inner Strength, which circulated throughout his body, in turn promoting Qi-blood increase.

But his Qi-blood expertise had reached its limit, hard to advance another step.

At this time, the sharp increase in Qi-blood was not a good thing but a disaster.

"It’s going bad!"

"Qi-blood is too abundant, it’s becoming unbearable!"

Yan Chuan, being the closest, could already see Huo Zhen’s skin with tiny blood vessels rupturing, with threads of blood seeping out from them and pores, condensing into beads of blood, staining his clothes and Huo Zhen red!

Huo Zhen appeared like a mad demon—

Bang bang bang!

Boom boom boom!

Qi-blood frantic, Inner Strength rampaging.

In madness, the boxing still retained rationality, structured and systematic, striking Yan Chuan uncomfortably, making him go from ease to gradually being beaten back, already struggling to parry!

Qi-blood infinite!

Inner Strength infinite!

Huo Zhen, at this moment, seemed to enter a limit-breaking state, fundamentally without a limit, unlike ordinary people. Although Yan Chuan’s boxing was far superior to Huo Zhen, at this moment, Huo Zhen seemed to be on the level of the Ten Elders, with Qi-blood and Inner Strength reaching new heights, suppressing him completely, not even in the same realm.

Breaking through with force!

Yan Chuan found it hard to resist!

...

"It can’t go on like this!"

Yan Chuan frowned, as thoughts flashed like electricity, changing his boxing, no longer yielding. He intercepted and subdued Huo Zhen, not for self-protection, but to save Huo Zhen’s life: "If this keeps up, sooner or later he’ll explode and die!"

But at this moment—

"Step back!"

"I’ll handle this!"

A voice shouted from behind.

Shao Yancong took the stage.

This Elder Shao, light as a swallow, took advantage of the gap of Yan Chuan’s move and engaged Huo Zhen, circling around him like a swimming fish, continuously exchanging blows, and continuously striking various parts of Huo Zhen’s body—

Boom boom boom!

Qi-blood surging!

Inner Strength bursting!

The momentum was immense!

Looking again at Shao Yancong—

"Feet stepping on Eight Diagram, hands clasping Seven Stars, dividing three barriers up and down, three points in a line."

"Relax, consolidate, charge!"

"This is ’Cross-legged Platform’!"

"Head, shoulder, elbow, hip, knee, resembling a swiftly swimming fish, turning upon contact, this is ’Five Peak Force’!"

"Good Shao Yancong!"

"You’re daring to use deadly moves!"

Below the stage, Luo Bing recognized Shao Yancong’s ’Four Gates Fist’, seeing that every move aimed to kill, every punch and kick landing on Huo Zhen’s dantian, heart gate, throat, head top, and Taiyang temple, generating gusts of force. If not for Huo Zhen’s Inner Strength protecting him, he would probably have been beaten to death!

This old fellow!

Huo Zhen’s enlightenment made him burst with power, and to save Yan Chuan, he was ruthless!

Luo Bing was furious and shouted: "Since the old guy doesn’t follow the rules, we don’t need to be restrained either! Everyone, side by side! Kill that Old Dog Shao! Save Sect Leader Huo!"

With a loud shout, Luo Bing was the first to jump on stage to help Huo Zhen deal with Shao Yancong.

"Brother Luo!"

"Master Luo!"

Wang Can was startled, unable to stop, Luo Bing moved too quickly.

Moreover.

With Luo Bing’s instigation and lead, each old school master, losing their reason due to anger and compassion, didn’t care about consequences at this moment—

"Brother Huo! I’m here to help you!"

"Sect Leader Huo! Hold on!"

"We, Taikang Martial Artists, stand together, watching and helping each other, refusing to be underestimated by those academy dog thieves!"

A group of old school members, dozens in number, swarmed up on stage, besieging Shao Yancong to rescue Huo Zhen.

With this move by the old school!

The New Faction had to respond too!

On their own turf, how could they let these stubborn old schoolers trample them?

Rebellion!

"Take action!"

"Stop them!"

"Daring to make trouble at Taikang Academy, kill without mercy!"

At Taikang Academy, from the teachers and professors to first-year and second-year students, everyone present was roused, rolling up their sleeves, ready to fight!

This was a prelude to a brawl!

The atmosphere at this point encouraged recklessness!

Being in the midst of it, driven by the atmosphere and camaraderie, there was no rational thinking, uncontrollable.

If a real fight broke out, if it turned into a true melee, this conflict would be hard to resolve.

New Faction!

Old School!

Should someone accidentally be beaten to death, it would be a mortal vendetta.

"Not necessary!"

"Not necessary!"

"Members of the academy, listen to me, stay seated!"

"I am Yan Chuan!"

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"If anyone doubts!"

"Today is just right, let’s witness it!"

"Stay seated!"

"Do not move!"

Yan Chuan faced off against dozens of old school martial artists led by Luo Bing, activating Inner Strength, his voice thundered, engaging as if seeing—

Bang!

Bang bang bang!

As Yan Chuan glided like a swimming dragon, treading on ’Divine Movement Transformation’, shuttling among the people in a mixed battle, resorting to Cheng Family Boxing, showcasing the power of Six Harmonies and Eight Skills——

Like silkworms spitting silk endlessly, or waves crashing unceasingly!

Seizing and releasing grapples, grasping and letting go!

Regardless of New Faction or Old School, he seized whoever he saw fighting, stepping forward to separate—

Bind, grab, lock, grasp, point, entangle, cut, twist, press, rotate, roll, seal, close!

Yan Chuan did not unleash killing moves, every move was capturing.

Seizing to neutralize strikes.

Entangling, binding, locking, closing.

Yan Chuan had never specifically practiced grappling boxing skills, but across various styles, he had dabbled in them all. Mastering numerous techniques, his grappling skills were rich and varied——

Whether someone like Luo Bing, an expert in boxing!

Or Hao Meng, an academy disciple!

Whoever Yan Chuan touched or engaged, all were intercepted——

Or dislocate joints!

Or close acupoints!

Severing tendons and dislocating bones, Acupoint closure!

Yan Chuan!

Truly strong!

One after another, as if dealing with chicks, he captured one old school member after another, severing tendons, dislocating bones, closing acupoints, nullifying their combat ability, and restricting their mobility——

Thud!

Caught casually and tossed onto the extended platform.

One after another!

Like dumplings!

The old school had only about forty people. With this series of random strikes and grappling, regardless of New Faction or Old School, in a short time, he captured over a hundred people and threw them onto the stage.

The noisy scene quickly calmed——

Upon another glance!

The forty or so old school members, led by Luo Bing, were all captured, no longer having the ability to fight back.

"This is right!"

Yan Chuan stood firm, smiled slightly, and leisurely looked towards Shao Yancong and Huo Zhen. They were nearing the end——

Bang bang bang!

Amidst the clashing of strength!

Shao Yancong retreated, and at this moment, Huo Zhen finally connected his Qi-blood——

"Don’t say our sect has no true principles, only through hard practice can one lay the foundation!"

"Following the inherited teachings of the sect, surely when flowers bloom, butterflies will be rare!"

Huo Zhen!

Breaking limits!

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