Chapter 462: Chapter 447: Wild Boar
Wang Boxiong continued, "In the end, he stopped at Innate."
"Indeed, he was quite pitiful, and the root cause was his parents. We can’t bla him."
"But another reason was that he gave up on himself. He never believed he could ascend to Grandmaster."
Wang Boxiong sighed and said, "This person was my classmate, who perished in Sea Demon City. Do you know what he often said? He often said he couldn’t beco a Grandmaster and would surely die in Sea Demon City. He predestined himself to a path of certain death and failure; his entire life was bound for just that."
"In contrast, Chen Shouhu, compared to him, had dog shit in his brain, stupid beyond belief. But he had a good mother who always encouraged him and accompanied him."
"You’ve seen Chen Shouhu, a rough man, living like a savage, disheveled, speaking unreliably. In his student days, it was even more exaggerated."
"Back when we were chatting in Yunhua, the first ti he ntioned his mother, do you know what this rough man said?"
Zhou Leng shook his head.
Wang Boxiong said, "We all rember that sentence, always have, ’My mom loves
very much.’ We were all a bit dumbfounded at that ti; the feeling was like a wild boar acting coy in your arms."
"When I was young, I always had a question in my mind: Why does this dumbass Chen Shouhu have strength greater than mine?"
"He has a background, has martial arts resources, but there are many with bigger backgrounds than his. He took so many pills and was still beaten by
to tears."
"It wasn’t until many years later that I finally understood that two people’s destinies are already set in childhood."
"Do you know what Chen Shouhu often said when he was young?"
Zhou Leng shook his head.
"He said, ’I will definitely beco a Martial Saint; my mom thinks so too.’
"I didn’t quite understand this sentence until my classmate died in the Demon City Army, and I suddenly realized."
"So, after that, I always told myself, I will definitely beco a Martial Saint."
"Belief. Oftentis, when you have belief, you might only have one in ten thousand chances. But without belief, your chances are zero."
"So..."
Chen Shouhu stared at Zhou Leng and slowly asked, "Do you think you can beco a Martial Saint?"
Zhou Leng was montarily stunned; such a simple question yet felt like a torrent striking his mind.
Scenes from the past flashed through his mind.
The figure of his father dressed in camouflage, backpack on, walking away slowly.
The gentle manner of his mother cradling Huang.
His uncle smiling on the hospital bed, telling him to live well.
Holding little Xu Qingjin’s hand crossing the street.
Swimming naked in the river with Zhang Xinglie.
Boasting in class.
Eating the big box of braised pork sent by Hu Yi’s mother.
Fighting for the last bun with Feng Wenhao.
The ringing bell in the exam hall, hitting sounds in the Martial Arts Dojo, the battle sounds in the Demon City...
The light shining on others.
The breeze slipping through his fingers.
Nights hard to fall asleep.
Clenched fists.
Countless ordinary scenes replayed in his mind.
After a long ti, Zhou Leng slowly said, "Of course I can."
Sparks of the light of dawn shone in his eyes.
Wang Boxiong said, "Very good. Always rember this feeling now, from now on, no matter what difficulties you encounter, you should always think, of course I can, and then, you will have a chance."
Zhou Leng nodded slightly.
Wang Boxiong said, "So, can you master Tongjin and True Qi Perpetual Motion?"
"Of course I can," Zhou Leng replied.
Wang Boxiong said, "Good. Generally speaking, Tongjin is much more difficult than True Qi Perpetual Motion. You may need to reach Great Innate to activate Tongjin sweat for the first ti. What is called Tongjin is the body acting as one, power flowing from head to toe, straight to the hair."
As he spoke, without moving True Qi, a single eyebrow on his left brow slowly stood and began shaking, turning in a small circle before gently returning.
Controlling each strand of hair to the point of using it as naturally as one’s own fingers.
Zhou Leng blinked and said, "Actually, I activated Tongjin sweat once when I was in the Tree-man World."
"Hmm?" Wang Boxiong was stunned.
"Really," Zhou Leng said.
Wang Boxiong thought for a mont, then said, "Without using True Qi, use your whole body’s strength to punch . Rember, with your whole body’s strength."
As he spoke, he raised his right palm, and True Qi surged, forming a True Qi pad a foot square.
Zhou Leng retracted his True Qi, took a deep breath, and adjusted his physical state.
Then, with a flash of light in his eyes, his whole body tensed like a drawn bowstring, took one step forward, and delivered a powerful punch.
At the mont of punching, all his muscles suddenly contracted as if they were clumps of iron.
As the fist hit the True Qi pad, all his muscles relaxed in unison.
Like ink spreading on paper.
As the fist struck, the True Qi pad slightly trembled, yet Wang Boxiong remained motionless.
One by one, round sweat beads erged from all over Zhou Leng’s body, hanging on his skin, unmoving, unwavering, sparkling all over.
Jade beads clad in armor.
Wang Boxiong looked at Zhou Leng, speechless for a long ti, his previous speculation was wrong, and the prepared words were all stuck in his throat.
He had never seen soone achieve Tongjin so early, though True Qi Perpetual Motion was not yet possible.
As expected, Mountain and River Origin and Zhang Xinglie certainly have excellent True Qi Perpetual Motion, but in terms of Tongjin, they are definitely not as good as Zhou Leng in front of .
Wang Boxiong said, "You... your situation is a bit special, let
think about it."
After a long ti, Wang Boxiong said, "Alright, let’s have a no True Qi combat, I will suppress my body strength to the Bone Forging Stage... hmm, Muscle Stage... or rather the Great Innate level."
Zhou Leng said, "Senior Brother, when Chen Shouhu sparred with , he also said the sa thing."
"How can it be the sa? He was itching to hit people; I’m here to guide you."
"I believe you."
Then, the two started fighting using only their bodies, without using True Qi.
At first, they were just testing each other, but soon, they went all out.
Their bodies at this mont, even without True Qi, could easily tear apart bears and tigers, and fight lions and elephants.
Wang Boxiong is usually ticulous, and even called Wang Huaixiong because of his love for scheming, but when he fights, he is as fierce as a giant bear, creating imnse pressure.
Each punch and kick, open and close, as brave as Chen Shouhu.
Zhou Leng, after all, is less experienced than Wang Boxiong. Though his Palm Techniques reach Divine Communication, his montum is thoroughly suppressed by Wang Boxiong.
In just a mont, the skin of both turned red, veins and major arteries like earthworms crawling all over their bodies.
Quickly, they entered a phase of exchanging injuries, each punch landing with a solid thud.
In just a mont, their tops were torn to shreds, littering the ground.
Zhou Leng possesses an extraordinary Body of Wonders, even surpassing Tree-n in recovery ability, a punch landing does not harm or injure.
Wang Boxiong, being a Grandmaster, his entire body is Qi-ford, even though his Body of Wonders and recovery abilities are not as good as Zhou Leng, when hit, he suffers no damage.
The two moved like typhoons in the Martial Arts Dojo, leaping, running, dodging, spinning.
In the end, they abandoned defense and engaged in a full-scale offensive.
Wang Boxiong struck Zhou Leng’s eye socket with a punch, yet Zhou Leng countered with his head, punching Wang Boxiong in the solar plexus.
Taking advantage, he stooped to aim an elbow at Wang Boxiong’s side.
Wang Boxiong savagely lifted his leg, aiming for Zhou Leng’s groin, while Zhou Leng clamped his legs and pushed with his hands, both hitting each other and staggering back.
Both were panting, staring at each other.
Their bodies were slightly red, with no visible bruising or discoloration.
"Junior Brother, you’ve been hiding quite a bit of strength."
"Senior Brother, your body wasn’t this strong in the Great Innate stage, was it?"
Wang Boxiong let out a long breath, the redness of his body quickly subsiding.
Both of them finished their practice.
Wang Boxiong said, "During the fight, I repeatedly listened to your strength. I can roughly judge that you have no issues with your body and power. If there’s a problem, it’s with your True Qi. Your True Qi, after True Qi Perpetual Motion, has undergone many transformations, hasn’t it?"
Zhou Leng gently nodded, and said, "In the Tree-man World, the Demon Spirit World, and Xiongjing, it has changed three tis, and the changes haven’t stopped yet."
Wang Boxiong said, "Then there’s no problem, it’s purely because your body hasn’t adapted to the changes in True Qi. Once your True Qi changes finalize and settles, you’ll achieve perfect True Qi Perpetual Motion."
"I see, that seems quite possible." Zhou Leng said, recalling.
Wang Boxiong said, "Your punching power, before you beco a Grandmaster, unless it’s a death match, hold back a little."
"Yes."
Zhou Leng also noticed that since Star Power entered his body on the Path of Alteration, his physical strength has increased significantly.
Normal strength hasn’t increased much, but the explosive destructive power is sowhat abnormal.
Several tis during practice, he inexplicably shattered a demonized sandbag, unable to find the reason himself.
Zhou Leng asked about so martial arts before taking his leave.
Wang Boxiong slowly walked back to his office.
"This kid is really shrewd, fortunately, I raised my defense to Grandmaster level."
"At his current level, in about two years, he’ll reach Grandmaster. Two more years, and even I might not be able to beat him."
Wang Boxiong thought, typing in the "Ten Extres Disciples" group.
"Our little junior brother..."
He typed halfway, then deleted everything.
Better to talk about it once he reaches Grandmaster.
He silently recalled that genius classmate.
"If given a few more years, if you hadn’t fallen at West Sea Demon City, maybe you could have also beco a Grandmaster..."
Wang Boxiong suddenly saw a ssage from his son, who got a small red flower and sent a video to share.
He coughed a few tis, restrained his usual sternness, squeezed out a smile, pressed the voice call, and laughed heartily: "Got another little red flower? Son, you’re amazing..."
After replying, he restrained the smile, once again cold, like a different person.
Students passing by nearby were so scared, they quickly left with a cold sweat.
After replying to his son, Wang Boxiong checked a few ssages from his subordinates, noting successes and failures in the Demon Worship Sect arrest operations.
With a dark face, Wang Boxiong inquired about the situation, offering comfort for minor issues, pointing out problems for obvious errors.
Recent activities of the Demon Worship Sect have increased significantly, very different from the past, with a rising failure rate in arrests, yet he did not harshly bla his subordinates.
He entered the office, projecting the screen onto the wall, and slowly browsed the information.
The Blood of Tyranny is about to ascend to Martial Saint, hostile forces secretly searching but finding nothing.
The Innate of various major powers are preparing for entry into the Great Battlefield.
The Divine Blood Lava trial of the Dwarf World is about to comnce.
The Celestial Calamity Envoy of the Demon Purgatory went to the Beastman World, held a three-day closed eting with the Beastman Demigods, and left.
The Sea Sirens and Beastn suffered heavy losses in the Ten Realms Youth Battle, and the investigation was fruitless. But it was discovered that humans reaped the most benefits in the youth battlefield, and so information from the Ancient River Sect was leaked, leading both races to suspect the Blue Star Human Race slaughtered their elite children in the youth battlefield.
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