"Is it the true Eight Extres Sky-Burning Fist?"
Tu Danalie’s eyes sparkled with urgency as he asked.
Jiang Shouzhong nodded: "Indeed."
"Hit !"
"What?"
"Hit this old man with a punch," Tu Danalie said in a deep voice.
Jiang Shouzhong almost thought he heard wrong, looking at the other’s imprisoned and battered appearance with a strange gaze: "Senior, are you sure you’ve lived long enough? With my punch, there might not even be a complete corpse left."
"Cut the nonsense, hit!"
Tu Danalie fixed his gaze on him. "If you don’t hit, I won’t tell you where the exit is."
Hearing this, Jiang Shouzhong didn’t hold back.
He channeled his power, hot waves coursing through his arm, and delivered a fierce punch to Tu Danalie’s abdon.
Boom——
The scalding red fist landed on the opponent’s abdon, restrained by a mysterious power, as if hitting cotton.
Imdiately afterward, a surging wave of energy exploded from Tu Danalie’s body, lifting dust and pebbles from the ground all around.
At the sa ti, a strange airflow rapidly circulated around Jiang Shouzhong.
"Excellent fist technique, excellent!"
Observing the fierce fist intent coursing through Jiang Shouzhong, Tu Danalie’s eyes burned with excitent, repeatedly exclaiming.
He suddenly twisted his hands, grabbing the chains binding him, and then forcefully pulled.
With a crisp sound of tal fracturing, the chains instantly snapped into several pieces, clattering to the ground.
Jiang Shouzhong was dumbfounded.
Brother, weren’t you supposed to be handicapped?
Seeing the confusion in Jiang Shouzhong’s eyes, Tu Danalie laughed and said:
"My dantian was destroyed, and I am indeed a cripple. I only used so special thods to experience a montary recovery."
Tu Danalie firmly grasped Jiang Shouzhong’s shoulder, his eyes as if discovering a rare treasure, said in a deep voice: "I heard my goddaughter call you Jiang Mo just now, right."
The grip on Jiang Shouzhong’s shoulder was painful, and he couldn’t muster the strength to shake it off.
He only felt the overwhelming pressure from the opponent suppressing him.
This overwhelming sense of oppression reminded him of facing the second-generation ancestor of Huoyun Mountain long ago.
Are the blood and qi of those who practice fists always this vigorous?
"Jiang Mo, you are indeed fortunate to have found this place; it’s ant to be. I won’t talk much; I intend to teach you a set of fist techniques, whether you wish to learn is up to you."
Tu Danalie enunciated each word. "This fist technique is my life’s work, the ’Heaven’s Punishnt Heart Fist’!"
Ah?
Jiang Shouzhong was dumbfounded.
Brother, are you really so hasty?
Seeing I’ve practiced the true Heaven’s Punishnt Heart Fist, you’re eager to teach your ultimate technique; is this really okay?
There wouldn’t be any deceit in this, right?
Jiang Shouzhong couldn’t help but doubt.
"When I first embarked on the path of cultivation, I wanted to learn everything, studied swordsmanship, spear techniques, blade arts, but never found a weapon skill that satisfied .
Until later, by chance, I went to Huoyun Mountain and witnessed the second-generation ancestor’s fist techniques engraved on the cave walls with my own eyes.
At that mont, I finally understood the world’s strongest, most fundantal weapon is the fist, born and grown from oneself!!"
Tu Danalie crossed his hands behind his back, his aura circulating around him, mighty as if he could swallow the heavens and the earth.
"The fist is the strongest weapon, can control fate, can stabilize the eight directions. All things follow its montum; this is the path of the fist, the road of a conqueror!
I once tried to cultivate the true Eight Extres Sky-Burning Fist, unfortunately, after three years of hard practice, I could not enter the profound realm of the Eight Extres Sky-Burning Fist. So I explored on my own, and finally, after ten years, created the Heaven’s Punishnt Heart Fist.
The world often says that the Heaven’s Punishnt Heart Fist is as powerful as the Eight Extres Sky-Burning Fist, but they don’t know the fist technique I created evolved from the Eight Extres Sky-Burning Fist and can complent each other.
If soone practices the true Eight Extres Sky-Burning Fist, using it as a foundation, this fist technique can unleash its greatest power without consuming much inner strength."
Tu Danalie’s gaze was blazing, "Jiang Mo, this set of fist techniques is ant for you!"
At this mont, Jiang Shouzhong was still sowhat dizzy, his mind was struggling to fully regain its clarity.
However, he also realized that the foremost martial artist of Nanjin Country was purely obsessed with martial arts.
Due to the prolonged failure of anyone mastering the True Eight Extres Sky-Burning Fist, Tu Danalie’s ticulously crafted Heaven’s Punishnt Heart Fist had never been able to fully display its ultimate strength.
This left him with a deep-seated sense of dissatisfaction and regret.
And now, by a stroke of chance, Tu Danalie found himself eting Jiang Shouzhong, who had successfully mastered the True Eight Extres Sky-Burning Fist, how could he not be elated and ecstatic?
Jiang Shouzhong curiously asked, "Senior, if I were a despicable and dangerous villain, who kills without remorse, would you still teach your fist technique?"
"I would!"
Tu Danalie hesitated not even for a mont.
He said lightly, "In my eyes, there’s no distinction between right and wrong, good and evil. As long as my fist technique can be spread, I do not care who you are."
This demonstrated the difference between Tu Danalie and the ancestor of Huoyun Mountain.
Tu Danalie was a pure martial arts fanatic, while the ancestor of Huoyun Mountain emphasized the noble righteousness in the way of the fist.
"What is Sky-Burning, what is Heaven’s Punishnt, what is Eight Extres, what is the Heart of the Wheel..."
Tu Danalie extended a finger and gently touched the center of Jiang Shouzhong’s forehead.
In an instant, Jiang Shouzhong’s body jolted fiercely, feeling as if a deafening roar sounded in his brain.
At the sa ti, his soul seed to be torn by a mighty force, instantly detaching from his body and uncontrollably being thrust backwards.
During this backward flight, layered upon layer of dense illusory shadows erged. These shadows varied in form, each one demonstrating exquisite fist techniques of different styles.
Each shadow seed imbued with substance.
Until these shadows layered together like rivers converge to the sea, re-integrating back into Jiang Shouzhong’s body. Jiang Shouzhong awoke as if from a dream, instinctively throwing out a punch.
Only to see a deep pit imdiately appear in the wall that was originally incredibly sturdy.
Imdiately afterward, dense web-like cracks quickly spread across the wall, and accompanied by a rumbling sound, the wall suddenly exploded.
Jiang Shouzhong was dumbfounded.
The movents of the fist and the pathways of the ridians seed to be engraved in his mind.
"Boy, if you master this fist, it would be fearless even when facing immortals."
Feeling the magnificent intent of the fist circulating around Jiang Shouzhong, Tu Danalie sighed, "It’s a pity fate is cruel, born at the wrong ti, unable to have the chance to spar with the second-generation ancestral master of Huoyun Mountain, which is a great regret of my life."
However... our two fist techniques combined as one, if the ancestor was still alive, surely he would be greatly comforted."
At this mont, Jiang Shouzhong was shocked to discover that Tu Danalie’s face had beco extrely aged, his originally sowhat vigorous visage now riddled with deep furrows, appearing completely drained of vitality.
"Boy, Demon Sea Mountain hides a Divine Prison, a secret known to the ancestors of Water Moon Manor. The forr manor owner told about it but did not reveal it to the descendants of the family, for the reason is that this place is too dangerous and bizarre, bound to bring endless calamities to the entire family."
As Tu Danalie spoke, he slowly cast his gaze upon the already rotten corpses of Chu Qichuan and his wife, his eyes brimming with unconcealed sorrow.
"I do not know what exactly this Divine Prison is used for, but if you wish to enter it, the only entrance lies in ’Moon in Water’.
Moon in Water?
Jiang Shouzhong was baffled.
Tu Danalie as if depleted of all his energy, sat cross-legged on the ground, murmuring to himself: "Moon in Water, an empty illusion, rely an empty illusion..."
With the fading whispering voice, Tu Danalie slowly closed his eyes.
A master of Nanjin Country, has fallen.
Jiang Shouzhong looked at this great figure before him, who t him but once and imparted unrivaled skills upon him, feeling inevitably saddened.
After all, from any perspective, the late Tu Danalie can be considered his ntor.
Jiang Shouzhong dug a grave nearby, buried Tu Danalie’s body, and then respectfully perford a ritual of worship.
After completing all of this, he exited through the newly broken wall.
As he passed through the narrow, constricted crack, the glaring sunlight suddenly pierced his eyes, causing Jiang Shouzhong to instinctively raise his hand to shield his eyes.
Yet in the next mont, a slender shadow suddenly appeared before him.
The other person stood facing the light, making it hard to discern her face for a mont.
As Jiang Shouzhong’s vision gradually beca clear, he couldn’t help but widen his eyes, staring in astonishnt at the girl who had suddenly appeared in front of him, blurting out: "Er Liang?"
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