Chapter 19: Chapter 19: Martial Arts Are Techniques of Killing

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Liang Song sat by the stone table.

He held a cup of hot tea, leisurely watching Lin Zheyu practice boxing.

When he saw that Lin Zheyu could already practice boxing while coordinating with the Inner Breathing Skill, his eyes widened.

“I only taught the Inner Breathing Skill ten days ago, yet he’s reached this level!”

Liang Song was amazed.

To integrate the Breathing Skill into the Fist Skill, one must understand the Breathing Skill fully and practice diligently.

For martial artists with average aptitude, it takes months of hard work to achieve this.

Talented individuals can do it in about a month.

Yet Lin Zheyu only took ten days.

“This kid really is a martial arts prodigy!”

Liang Song sighed, feeling a bit envious in his heart.

He recalled his own initial attempt at the Inner Breathing Skill, which took him a full month to integrate into his martial arts.

Lin Zheyu managed it in less than twenty days.

Such a talented Martial Dao seed, to encounter him in a small place like Songyi City, was truly a pleasant surprise.

“If I had known earlier, I would have paid more attention when teaching him.”

Liang Song murmured softly.

He watched Lin Zheyu’s movements closely.

Lin Zheyu stood with his legs slightly apart, body crouched, assuming a stance, an invisible aura spreading from him.

He suddenly stamped his foot, exerting great force with his leg muscles.

A powerful force traveled from his legs, through his waist, to his arms, followed by a slight tilt of his upper body, as his fists, carrying immense strength like two horns, burst forth.

In that instant, all his muscles erupted, and the force channeled into his arms, transforming into a terrifying offensive, his fists surged forward.

Crackling—

At the moment his fists erupted, a resonance of tendons and bones sounded from Lin Zheyu’s body.

After more than twenty minutes, he completed a round of the Fist Skill.

Clap clap clap—

“Not bad, very good.” Liang Song clapped his hands in praise.

“However, there are a few areas you need to pay attention to.”

“The method of Bone Forging is slightly different from Muscle Cultivation Realm training, avoid exercising with the mindset of the Muscle Cultivation Realm.”

“Firstly, when practicing Bone Forging, you need to focus here, here, and here…”

Liang Song began to guide and pointed out the areas Lin Zheyu needed to improve in his boxing practice.

Without guidance, these details and precautions would take painstaking effort to discover.

Listening to Mr. Liang’s explanation, Lin Zheyu’s eyes lit up increasingly brighter.

Without Liang Song’s guidance today, Lin Zheyu might have needed to enter that special state again and undergo long training to gradually figure it out.

“Alright, try doing it again.” Liang Song said.

“Yes, master.”

Lin Zheyu responded respectfully.

He walked to the center of the yard, silently recalling Mr. Liang’s teachings, comparing them with his previous experiences, deepening his understanding of the Wild Bull Fist by another degree.

Bang

Pow pow

Crackling

The sounds of Lin Zheyu practicing boxing echoed in the courtyard, with the crackling resonance of tendons and bones growing more frequent.

This sound of resonance comes from the collision of tendons and bones during Bone Forging.

When the sound becomes increasingly frequent and reaches a state of resonating throughout the body, it is a sign of achieving Great Success in Bone Forging.

“Not bad, not bad…”

Liang Song nodded continuously, becoming more satisfied with Lin Zheyu as he watched him practice.

He observed Lin Zheyu’s training, occasionally offering guidance and pointing out mistakes.

Soon, over two hours had passed.

“Take a break.” Liang Song called out.

Out of breath, Lin Zheyu stopped, sat down beside Mr. Liang, and drank the tea his master had prepared in one gulp.

“Your Wild Bull Fist has reached a certain level. Next, let me talk to you about actual combat.”

Liang Song said, refilling Lin Zheyu’s empty tea cup.

“Martial arts is a killing art, and practicing martial arts is all for the purpose of killing.”

“In facing an opponent, it’s not just about having a higher Martial Arts Realm or greater strength to guarantee victory.”

“In real combat, many factors influence the outcome. Martial will, killing moves, Martial Dao wisdom, and so on, play a role.”

“Simply put, combat is about using strength to overcome the weak.”

“How to quickly spot an enemy’s weakness and guide the situation to your advantage to create a scenario where strength prevails over weakness is what combat is all about.”

“Techniques like countering with force, assassination, ambush, and poison are all methods to guide a situation towards a ’strength overcoming weakness’ scenario. True combat is extremely brutal.”

“When facing an enemy, never show mercy or hesitation because you never know if what they’re showing is a lure to trap you.”

Liang Song spoke slowly.

…

Liang Song shared his vast experience in real combat with Lin Zheyu.

He didn’t worry whether Lin Zheyu could absorb it all; he just poured everything into his mind.

This included dozens of classic combat experiences and analyses of over a hundred real battles.

“Master, please speak more slowly.”

Lin Zheyu couldn’t help but interject.

Hearing this, Liang Song laughed in silent acknowledgment of his own haste.

Seeing such outstanding aptitude in Lin Zheyu made Liang Song eager to teach him everything.

“Let’s stop here for today. Go back and reflect carefully. Come again tonight, and I’ll teach you true combat techniques.”

Liang Song said.

“Master, are you planning to leave Songyi City?”

Lin Zheyu hesitated but ultimately voiced his concern.

Liang Song’s behavior today seemed unusual, as if he was worried about not having enough time and trying to impart all his knowledge to Lin Zheyu in one go.

“You noticed?”

Liang Song responded without surprise, “In a few days, I have to leave to take care of some matters. It will take a long time, and I might not return.”

“Is it dangerous?”

Lin Zheyu felt apprehensive.

Mr. Liang is arguably the person who has been the kindest to him since he arrived in this world.

Although Liang Song never formally accepted him as a disciple, Lin Zheyu always called him master.

“Don’t worry, there’s no danger.”

“It’s just that I’m getting old and wish to see a few old friends and settle some old scores.” Liang Song said with a carefree smile.

“Alright, off you go, and remember to close the door on your way out.”

Liang Song waved his hand, picking up Lin Zheyu’s manuscript to read.

“The true hero serves the country and the people. This kid writes interesting stories.”

Liang Song chuckled as he drank tea and read.

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Afternoon.

At the Bidan Tea House.

It was much more lively today than usual, with many unfamiliar faces.

“Mr. Wo, who are those guys? They look unfamiliar; I haven’t seen them before.”

Lin Zheyu asked curiously.

Over a month, the audience at Bidan Tea House had almost stabilized.

The people coming and going were mostly the same faces. Lin Zheyu had met almost all of them, but today, there were more than a dozen strangers.

“A passing trade caravan.”

“Recently, Songyi City has become quite bustling. Affected by the war, many caravans are fleeing from the border towns, passing through Songyi City to reach the central area.”

Mr. Wo explained.

The war showed signs of spreading, and even Songyi City was affected.

Gradually, people became more cautious with their spending, and the rewards Lin Zheyu received each day had diminished.

“No wonder they look unfamiliar.”

Lin Zheyu nodded and walked up to the storytelling platform.

Clap!

With a strike of the wooden clapper, the story began to unfold.

As the story progressed, the plot became increasingly captivating.

Mr. Liang sat by the window, listening attentively, occasionally getting lost in his thoughts.

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