boyutpedia Chapter 15 Martial arts are never inferior to others! What is weak is the human heart and will!
Chapter 15 Martial arts are never inferior to others! What is weak is the human heart and will!
"In the martial arts world, many powerful figures emerge." A trace of reminiscence and respect flashed in Zheng Chaoyang's eyes.
"Do you know Qin Lie, the 'Crimson Flame Blade'? Twenty years ago, he was just a wandering swordsman. With his Crimson Flame Blade, he reached the peak of the Grandmaster realm. On the edge of the Yunmeng Great Swamp, he encountered a 'Azure Water Serpent' that was about to take human form."
"That serpent was incredibly venomous and possessed astonishing water-controlling abilities. Qin Lie fought valiantly for three days, his blade flashing like flames, scorching rivers and boiling lakes, ultimately using his mortal body to slay the great demon on the shore!"
"The intensity of his sword intent and the ferocity of his blood and qi caused countless high-ranking Taoist masters to take notice, saying that 'his sword intent is divine and has approached the Dao!'"
His sword intent has reached a divine level, and he is already close to the Dao!
Zhang Yuan was deeply moved by what he heard.
It was as if I could see the magnificent scene of crimson flames burning the river and the sword slaying the black serpent.
The words "Chasing Wind Sword: Great Perfection" on the panel in his mind flickered slightly, as if drawn by the sword intent in the story.
"Let's talk about military formations!" Zheng Chaoyang's voice suddenly rose, carrying the fierce and ruthless aura of battle. "Military tactics are different from one-on-one duels in the martial world. They emphasize strict adherence to orders, unifying blood and qi, and the unity of the entire army!"
"Elite soldiers, trained in unified battle formations and the art of warfare, their vital energy resonating to reach the heavens!"
"Ordinary demons and evil spirits were dissolved by that blazing, masculine blood energy before they even got close to the army!"
He looked at Zhang Yuan with a meaningful gaze: "For example, your father, Zhang Zhenshan, although he stopped at the peak of the Innate Realm, he failed to step into the Grandmaster Realm."
"However, the three hundred Xuanjia light cavalry under his command at 'Snow Wolf's Mouth' are all battle-hardened elites, their blood and qi linked, their fighting spirit condensed into one!"
"When the army charged, the smoke and fire soared into the sky, the murderous aura was overwhelming, and even ghosts and gods trembled! 30,000 iron cavalry of Northern Qi? Hmph!"
Zheng Chaoyang suddenly raised his hand and punched a training stone pillar that was as thick as a person's embrace next to him. He did not use his internal energy, but relied purely on his physical strength and fist intent!
"Bang!"
With a dull thud, the stone pillar did not shatter, but instead left a clear, deep fist-shaped mark!
Spiderweb-like cracks spread from the center of the fist imprint, extending a foot or so, and the entire stone pillar groaned under the weight.
This power was controlled with exquisite precision, fierce and unparalleled yet solid and unyielding.
"This is the epitome of the combined might of a military formation! Three hundred elite Xuanjia warriors, their blood and fighting spirit intertwined, their charge capable of shaking mountains!"
"Even a Grandmaster-level expert caught in it would be crushed in an instant by the 'military force' that gathers the blood and will of hundreds or thousands of people, without any special means!"
Even a powerful expert who has just entered the Divine Power Realm must avoid the onslaught of a massive army charging into battle with a top-tier battle formation like the "Mysterious Armor Breaking Army"!
"Back then, Huo Jinglei, the 'King of the North,' led an army of 100,000 'Thunderbolts' in formation, their iron hooves trampling through the Northern Mang Mountains, crushing the 'White Bone Demon Sect' and its Divine Power Realm sect leader, who were entrenched in the mountains, into dust!"
"This is the ultimate expression of human martial arts on the battlefield!"
Zheng Chaoyang's voice was like a resounding bell, making Zhang Yuan's blood surge.
Involuntarily, fragments of the illusion left behind by Zhang Zhenshan surfaced in his mind.
In the dusty military camp, a burly figure practices the Wild Bull Fist.
That domineering fist intent, which was unstoppable and unyielding, subtly echoed and merged with the killing momentum of the military formation that Zheng Chaoyang was describing at this moment!
Like a raging bull charging forward, it forges ahead relentlessly!
The troops charged forward, unstoppable!
Isn't this a manifestation of different levels of power application, yet both pursuing ultimate destruction and the cohesion of will?
Zhang Yuan closed his eyes and sank his mind into his sea of consciousness.
The insights gained from mastering the Wild Bull Fist were boiling, and the agility and precision of mastering the Wind Chasing Sword were also pulsating.
The fierce fighting spirit of the battlefield general in Zhang Zhenshan's illusion, and the magnificent scene of the army's soaring blood and iron hooves crushing supernatural powers described by Zheng Chaoyang, acted as a catalyst, instantly elevating his understanding of "force" and his perception of martial arts will to a whole new level.
He seemed to see himself transformed into a blood-soaked raging bull, charging alongside countless fellow warriors in black armor, their blood ties intertwined, amidst deafening battle cries.
The fist is a giant hammer that breaks through enemy lines, and the sword is lightning that tears through enemy formations.
Individual bravery merges into the collective torrent, unleashing a devastating power!
This is not a simple combination of moves, but a resonance and sublimation of will, energy, and combat skills in a higher dimension!
Zheng Chaoyang watched the changes in Zhang Yuan's aura. His youthful face was sometimes as resolute as iron and sometimes as sharp as a knife. His blood and qi surged around him, and he could faintly emit a low hum like a battlefield horn. His eyes shone brightly with admiration.
"Excellent! What a remarkable understanding!" Zheng Chaoyang clapped his hands and laughed. "The path of martial arts encompasses everything."
"The martial world is a place of chivalry and vengeance, where one rides alone to slay demons—that is the way of martial arts!"
"On the battlefield, with its clash of swords and the thunder of horses, where ten thousand troops break through magic, that too is the way of martial arts!"
"Taoism draws upon the power of heaven and earth, while Buddhism cultivates an indestructible body. At their core, both are explorations of 'Tao' and 'power,' ultimately leading to the same goal as my martial arts practice of tempering oneself and mastering immense power!"
He walked up to Zhang Yuan, his large, fan-like hand patting heavily on Zhang Yuan's shoulder. A gentle yet powerful force surged in, helping to regulate Zhang Yuan's turbulent blood and qi. He said in a deep voice:
"Remember, Qingyang! In martial arts, you are never inferior to anyone!"
"What's weak is the human spirit, the will!"
"With your insight, coupled with the karmic connection between your father's legacy and that 'Zhenwu Token,' your future path is destined to be magnificent."
"From this day forward, I will teach you the true essence of the 'Rock Solid Qi' and the 'Mountain Splitting Blade Technique,' so that you, this sharp blade, can be honed as soon as possible!"
Zhang Yuan opened his eyes, his gaze clear and bright, devoid of any confusion, filled only with a thirst for power and a firm resolve for the future. He bowed deeply.
"Disciple Zhang Qingyang thanks Master for imparting his teachings! I am willing to carry on the martial arts tradition and serve as a pillar of strength!"
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The back hall of the Pan Shi Martial Arts Hall remains solemn.
Zheng Chaoyang stood in front of Zhang Yuan, his figure as imposing as a mountain.
He did not immediately impart advanced sword techniques, but said in a deep voice, "Qingyang, your foundation in the Wild Bull Fist is solid, and your qi and blood are abundant. You have reached the mid-stage of the Skin Refining Realm."
"However, in martial arts cultivation, qi and blood are the foundation, and refining qi is the mind. True qi is born from qi and blood, yet transcends qi and blood; it is the bridge connecting heaven and earth, and the source of the vital energy."
Having previously had Zhang Yuan attack him, he had already ascertained Zhang Yuan's strength and cultivation level.
Zheng Chaoyang didn't suspect anything, after all, Zhang Yuan was the son of Captain Zhang Zhenshan, and it was normal for his father to train and hone him from a young age.
He placed his palms lightly on Zhang Yuan's dantian, and a warm and pure current slowly seeped in.
"Close your eyes, concentrate! Feel the path of Qi circulation guided by your master! This is the foundation-building and Qi-guiding method of 'Rock Solid Qi'—'Embrace the Original Qi and Guard the One'!"
Zhang Yuan did as instructed, closing his eyes and calming his mind.
Zheng Chaoyang's true energy guidance clearly outlined a subtle yet resilient path.
Starting from the Dantian (lower abdomen) and Qihai (lower abdomen), passing through Zhongji (middle abdomen), penetrating Guanyuan (lower abdomen), slowly ascending along the Ren meridian, passing through Tanzhong (lower abdomen), reaching Xuanji (lower abdomen), and then descending back to the Dantian, forming a small circulation.
This path runs parallel to the surging torrent of qi and blood within his body, yet it is more subtle and profound, carrying a sense of solidity as firm as iron.
Innate True Essence?
Or is it a Grandmaster's aura?
Only Zheng Chaoyang, who is at the half-step Grandmaster level, has such methods.
Only Zheng Chaoyang's direct disciples have the opportunity to be guided and enlightened in this way.
To be able to sense the power of true qi at the acquired level—what an incredible opportunity!