Enlightenment Through Fist Technique!
A flash of cold light appeared on the dagger, which, with Yun Feng's throw, directly struck the wound on the Bloodthirsty Grass that Matthew had just severed.
The branches and leaves brushed against the soil.
"Shh—shh,"
under Yun Feng's gaze, the Bloodthirsty Grass trembled weakly for a moment, then fell completely silent.
A yellow spirit ring slowly floated in the air.
After glancing at it, Yun Feng's eyes revealed a burning desire.
He thought to himself,
"Douluo, I'm here!"
In a moment of thought, Yun Feng sat down cross-legged, circulated his spirit power, summoned his martial soul, and guided the spirit ring beside him.
Matthew, who had dressed and was on guard nearby, was also filled with worry. His aged face was fixed on his surroundings, glancing at Yun Feng's direction from time to time. Clearly, his heart was not at peace either.
Guided by the spirit power, the spirit ring floated directly above Yun Feng's head, then quickly shrank, firmly binding itself to Yun Feng's mutated Blue Silver Grass.
Upon sensing the incoming soul power, Yun Feng immediately showed a hint of pain and let out a muffled groan.
Matthew thought Yun Feng couldn't withstand the impact of this soul power and was about to interrupt Yun Feng's absorption—better to be crippled than dead.
But after taking a step, he remembered Yun Feng's resolute eyes. "
If I hear the Dao in the morning, I can die content in the evening!
" He forced his head away, refusing to look at Yun Feng's pained expression.
Meanwhile, Yun Feng had concentrated all his energy on his martial soul, absorbing it with all his might.
The pressure, the pressure, made Yun Feng's bones creak faintly.
A faint, demonic red light emanated from Yun Feng's body, enveloping his entire form.
As the soul power of the soul ring rapidly poured in, the soul ring continued to shrink, and his right hand, as the first point of contact, felt an explosive pain.
Streams of scorching energy spread from his right hand throughout his body. In just a moment, Yun Feng felt as if his internal organs were burning, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
Yun Feng understood now!
Breaking the limits of a Soul Master isn't so easy!
He'd been wondering before, why hadn't anyone thought of increasing the age of Soul Rings beyond the limits by improving the physical body after the Spirit Hall had existed for so long?
Now it seemed it wasn't that the Spirit Hall was stupid, but that they'd already experimented with it!
This path was too difficult; 423 years was the limit for Soul Rings, the safest absorption limit given by the Spirit Hall!
That's why they allowed Yu Xiaogang's theory to circulate.
Because most of it came from the Spirit Hall, only a small portion was mixed in with their own ideas!
However, Yun Feng didn't believe in any of this. This was the premise for his defying fate; if he couldn't even do this,
what was the point of cultivating?
Tang San could advance beyond his level, why couldn't he!
Thinking this, a glint flashed in Yun Feng's eyes.
He opened his eyes, filled with determination and madness.
For that vague future, he had trained hard for three years, without stopping for a single day!
"Rules are meant to be broken!"
Scorching energy surged wildly through Yun Feng's meridians like a runaway horse!
Like the torture of scraping bone, blood slowly seeped from the corner of Yun Feng's mouth.
Yun Feng's consciousness began to blur, feeling his bodily functions slowly declining.
He chuckled self-deprecatingly, a sentence suddenly popping into his mind:
"The late emperor's great undertaking was not yet half complete, yet he passed away prematurely."
Were all his plans about to end at this moment?
His foundation, his foundation!
Ultimately, it was still too weak.
His soul power continued to flow within Yun Feng's body.
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Yun Feng, unwilling to sit idly by and await his fate, abandoned his cross-legged position and stood up abruptly.
Tang San had the Mysterious Heaven Skill protecting him; there was no reason why an ancient martial art passed down from an ancient kingdom would be useless!
He possessed the essence of that brilliant civilization's martial arts!
Why couldn't he do it?
Tang San's only advantage was a slightly stronger bloodline!
Enduring the excruciating pain, Yun Feng began to move his body.
In this life-or-death situation, Yun Feng's mind worked exceptionally fast and became remarkably calm. At this moment, he understood many things.
The Six Harmonies Fist—the so-called "harmony" was a natural harmony, a comprehensive harmony, including internal and external harmony, upper and lower harmony, left and right harmony, front and back harmony… it was far more than just six harmonies.
With a single thought, the spirit invigorated, the eyes shone brightly, and the entire aura could envelop the opponent, like a cat catching a mouse, or an eagle seizing a rabbit—this was the harmony of mind and intention.
As soon as the thought arose, it stimulated the autonomic nervous system, causing all the internal organs to actively activate, further improving the circulatory system. Some capillaries that were usually difficult to open opened, and a feeling of Qi naturally arose. He felt warmth below his navel and his abdomen felt like a boiling cauldron; this was the union of intention and Qi.
Yun Feng's punches became increasingly rhythmic.
When the punch landed, wherever the movement went, Qi followed, and power arrived instantly. Intention commanded Qi, and Qi propelled power; this was called the union of Qi and power.
Internal and external were in harmony, hands and feet arrived simultaneously, neither too early nor too late, neither greedy nor stingy. The back foot pushed off, the front foot jumped, and the palms released force.
The downward force of the elbow and the upward force of the knee combined, the sinking force of the shoulder and the embracing force of the hip combined, the opening force of the shoulder and the rounding force of the groin were consistent, and the whole body, inside and out, upper and lower, coordinated and complemented each other without being scattered; this was called the complete harmony of the six elements.
The energy of the soul ring began to change subtly with Yun Feng's body.
It was no longer so violent, but became docile, constantly nourishing Yun Feng's physical body.
At this moment, Yun Feng's movements seemed less like his own fists and more like an expression of his profound understanding of life and death.
Three hand shakes, a push and a stomp, a turn and a single fork, a leg sweep, a side-ear cannon, a step forward and a punch, an elbow strike, a kick, a reverse palm twist, a sky-piercing cannon, a hand shake and a flick, a stomach ache, a hand shake and a shoulder pull, a shrinking body, three shoulder strikes, a grabbing hand, a diagonal stance.
With the final punch, the speed of his movement through the air broke the sound barrier, creating a shockwave and a deafening roar.
"Boom—"
The soul ring disappeared; Yun Feng had successfully absorbed it!
The enormous sound stunned Matthew, who nearly lost his footing, muttering,
"This...this is...a self-created soul skill!!!"
He had thought Yun Feng might die there; the blood he coughed up had stained his gray robes crimson—it was clear the absorption had failed!
But unexpectedly, at this final moment, when he tried to interrupt Yun Feng, Yun Feng actually stood up!
He started punching with fists he couldn't understand and walking with strange gait. Could absorbing a spirit ring really damage his head?
He didn't understand, but he was greatly shocked!
After introspecting, a complex expression appeared on Yun Feng's lips.
The original novel he read in his previous life had misled him!
Tang San was able to absorb spirit rings beyond his level because he had half spirit beast bloodline, plus the powerful physique given to him by the Clear Sky Hammer. He had that foundation, plus the Mysterious Heaven Skill and years of training at the blacksmith shop, that's how he did it! And
that was only because he absorbed a beast spirit ring. If it were a matching plant-type spirit ring, Tang San's spirit ring age could probably be increased!
It was just that he was limited by his thinking!
But he himself had nothing, and his innate spirit power was only level one.
If it weren't for understanding his family's boxing manual at this last moment, he might already be dead.
The Six Harmonies Fist is one of the traditional Chinese boxing styles, originating from the Shaolin Temple in the late Yuan and early Ming dynasties.
The "Six Harmonies" refers to the four cardinal directions (east, south, west, north) and the directions (up, down), symbolizing the need to consider all aspects of boxing practice, including front, back, left, right, up, and down, achieving harmony between hand and eye, footwork and body, and intelligence and strength. Boxing practice should follow the five elements (dragon, tiger, crane, rabbit, monkey) and the eight trigrams, requiring movements like a dragon in motion, stillness like a crouching tiger, swiftness like a cunning rabbit, agility like a monkey, and lightness like a crane in the clouds. The boxing emphasizes striking, seizing, and throwing, with stances requiring a majestic and elegant posture, agility, and flexibility, varying speed and force.
This style of boxing truly exists in my hometown; it combines internal and external martial arts, and is said to be useful for strengthening the heart and lungs and improving physical health. I've heard it's quite powerful in actual combat, but I haven't tried it myself, and I only know a little bit.
The reason I'm writing this is because I couldn't think of anything else good to help the protagonist, so I'm combining it with reality.
Note that the version with soul power differs from the real-world version.
Regarding the issue of spirit ring age limits, many fanfics start with tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years, with some more low-key ones reaching a thousand years. They just assume that physical training allows for absorption, but even the protagonist doesn't easily obtain whale-derived spirit rings.
Therefore, I think it's unrealistic. The Spirit Hall has existed for countless millennia since the Angel God founded it; it's impossible that the Spirit Hall hasn't tried at all.
That's why I have this explanation.
As for me, I'll try my best to improve any flawed settings while ensuring everyone's comfort.
May you all have prosperous martial arts!
No, in modern society, I mean prosperous wealth and successful official careers!