Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction-Chapter 38 - 29 Midnight Tiger

The annex of the academy.

Zhu Lingshan didn't immediately take Lin Yuan to the Zhu family boxing gym outside the academy. Instead, she let Lin Yuan practice with her in this place.

"Junior Sister Zhu, back then, defeating you relied on ample Qi-Blood to defend and counterattack, and mastering stillness to control motion. Added to this, my skin membrane had been cultivated to the Great Achievement Realm, making it naturally difficult for you to resist."

Lin Yuan stood in the training field, his clear voice calmly spoke.

The surroundings were tranquil and beautiful, almost devoid of any chores disciples wandering around.

At this moment, Zhu Lingshan, standing beside him, was already sweating profusely, panting, with a look of admiration as she gazed at Lin Yuan.

After Lin Yuan agreed to guide Zhu Lingshan in her martial arts, he took immediate action.

It's been almost a month now.

"Senior Brother Lin, why is your Eight-step Breaking Fist different from others' training? I feel that ordinary people's Eight-step Crashing Fist Power is not as strong as yours?" Zhu Lingshan couldn't help but ask after feeling Lin Yuan's extraordinary strength.

"As for the Qi-Blood technique, I indeed cultivate the Eight-step Breaking Fist. Perhaps it's because I've mastered this cultivation technique to perfection. You might want to closely observe the details of my technique execution — any insights gained would be beneficial."

"Senior Brother, you've actually cultivated the Eight-step Breaking Fist to perfection?" Zhu Lingshan was quite shocked.

In her mind, very few people could cultivate a technique to perfection; they were as rare as a phoenix's feather or a unicorn's horn.

Even in her Zhu family boxing gym, Liu Tianye, who was hailed as a genius, took nearly seven to eight years to hone the White Crane Fist from the Zhu family boxing gym, and that too with personal guidance from her father, barely achieving that realm.

To cultivate a technique to perfection is extremely difficult; most people switch to another technique after reaching the Great Achievement Realm.

But what Lin Yuan thought was unknown to her; he simply considered mastering a technique to perfection as a given.

Lin Yuan immediately explained the core essence and principles of each stage of the Eight-step Breaking Fist, occasionally pausing to repeatedly demonstrate, showcasing the thorough execution and transformation of Qi-Blood.

However, he demonstrated the Eight-step Breaking Fist at the perfection stage the most, without displaying the transition form or the Red Spirit State.

This involves the nine-Chapter deduction, which must not be revealed to anyone.

With his current realm, guiding Zhu Lingshan in Qi-Blood cultivation technique was more than sufficient. Supported by the Red Spirit State, he fully understood the transport and compression of Qi-Blood, and after comprehending its essence, everything became clear.

After Lin Yuan finished explaining, he once again raised Zhu Lingshan to practice together.

At this moment, Zhu Lingshan's movements seemed much slower than they did in the arena. As her moves attacked, Lin Yuan could easily deflect them.

The two exchanged punches and kicks, constantly attacking and counteracting.

This engagement made Lin Yuan quite relaxed, controlling his strength within a range that Zhu Lingshan could barely withstand. As they practiced together, the faint fragrance from the woman continually wafted in, making Lin Yuan exceptionally restless.

"I must thank Teacher Buo and Teacher Sanshang for their hard teaching!" Lin Yuan sighed inwardly; his instruction couldn't be accomplished by just anyone.

He had to control his strength while pressuring the opponent, forcing the opponent's potential, and suppressing his internal restlessness.

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Such instruction was indeed quite challenging.

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In the evening, Lin Yuan returned to the drying yard to claim today's Qi-Blood powder. After the customary practice of turning in two coins worth of Qi-Blood powder, Lin Yuan rinsed off near the well, then changed into a gray robe inside the house.

Tonight, he planned to go out again because he had a premonition that under the blessing of the Dao Master, he could find Qi-Blood powder today.

Lin Yuan headed out.

Tonight, the sky was expansive, with a jade disk hanging high.

Suddenly, the silver moonlight gradually got obscured by a drifting cloud, and the previously slightly bright night sky became pitch black.

On the winding mountain path, a sturdy, scar-faced man was somewhat tense, his right hand tightly gripping a firework stick. His eyes, like cautious mice in the night, constantly scanned left and right, prepared to release fireworks for help at the first sign of danger.

After passing the section of road where he was robbed last time, Ji Rucheng felt slightly relaxed. He was afraid of another ambush by the Dark Night Hungry Wolf, so he rushed, taking careful precautions.

There's movement!

He stopped immediately, his face tightening, eyes wide. His left hand stealthily placed on the fuse of the fireworks, ready to pull at a moment's notice, ensuring patrol disciples quickly arrived, securing the Qi-Blood powder.

He fixed his gaze on the bushes to the left, as if something had just moved.

Croak! Croak!

A toad crawled through the grass, then found a low area, gaping its mouth, and incessantly roared for a mate.

"So it's just a toad!"

Ji Rucheng breathed a sigh of relief, releasing his left hand, and prepared to continue towards Huang Houqi's place. Now, the bottle he was holding felt too hot to handle.

As soon as he turned, he suddenly felt the light dim.

"Ah!"

Another black cloth bag wrapped over his head, similarly containing lime, stinging his eyes painfully. Then, a sudden numbness in his right hand, and the fireworks fell away.

Larger, harder, more painful!

Ji Rucheng was attacked again, the rainfall-like punches left him with no power to fight back, pain coursing over his face.

"Dark Night Hungry Wolf, it's you again! Ah, ah, ah."

Ji Rucheng roared, convulsing on the ground.

"No, you're mistaken."

A thick voice came.

"Dark Night Hungry Wolf is my brother."

"I am Midnight Tiger!"

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The shack at the drying yard.

Lin Yuan stood bare-chested, revealing the obvious musculature beneath his robe. Looking at the ashes in the stove burning to the end, he turned to pick up the green porcelain bottle on the table.

Then he consumed the whole bowl of medicinal soup along with all the Qi-Blood powder from the porcelain bottle. As the Qi-Blood powder entered his body, the furnace within him reignited, and the scalding medicinal power instantly filled his entire body.

Lin Yuan's face remained calm, carefully sensing the medicinal power ceaselessly flushing through his body.

Once again entering the nine-Chapter space, Lin Yuan looked at the lush gourd vine, a feeling of familiarity arose.

"Nine Chapters, deduce the Snake Jiao Xing!"

For a long while, a fierce light crossed Lin Yuan's black eyes.

He wasn't sure how far this batch of Qi-Blood powder would support his deduction of the Snake Jiao Xing.

Lin Yuan concentrated on the leaf in front of him.

"Not enough!"

Yet, to his disappointment, the leaf remained motionless.

He knew that now he had nearly a pound of Qi-Blood powder, yet still not enough to deduce one layer of the technique!

This pound of Qi-Blood powder included the half pound "picked" up on the road moments ago, plus another half pound he purchased from the pharmacy at great expense, as well as the tuition Qi-Blood powder received from Zhu Lingshan.

But the whole pound of Qi-Blood powder was still insufficient to deduce a layer of the Snake Jiao Xing technique.

"The level of the Qi-Blood powder is too low. It has no effect on the nine-Chapter deduction."

Lin Yuan silently thought to himself, the outcome weighing heavily within. Nearly a pound of Qi-Blood powder, yet still unable to perform a deduction.

Lin Yuan exited the nine-Chapter space; now the rampant medicinal power in his body had completely settled, absorbed by the nine Chapters entirely.

In the little shack, Lin Yuan fell silent.

Crack!

A spark ignited in the charcoal of the brazier. The spark was a bit of glowing charcoal fragments, dragging a long tail that pierced through the darkness before disappearing.

Lin Yuan's eyes landed on the brazier, staring at the quietly burning charcoal, lost in thought.

His expression was somewhat dark. The result left him deeply disappointed; such a large amount of Qi-Blood powder. For ordinary martial arts practitioners, it would be nearly two years' worth, yet it still couldn't deduce one layer of the Snake Jiao Xing.

Pills! It still needs pills!