Chapter 184

Colorful,
infinitely changing,
and flowing smoothly,
or have the sense to utilize it,
or sharply memorized,
Each of the Sega’s martial arts has its own characteristics. In particular,
Shaolin’s martial arts, which is a perfect sequence of martial arts that progresses from firm and external to internal, is also diverse and tends to vary depending on the qualities and disposition of the student.
Namgunga is also characterized by its fierce and powerful swordsmanship, but some students seek to master the swiftness of the sword, while others seek to master the fluidity of the sword.
Even if the principles of the Wudang sect are represented by the mystery and reasoning of Yi Yun, Yi Zedong, and Yue Yun, some will seek to master a sword that is both aggressive and powerful.
This is because there is no right answer to martial arts.
Therefore, each martial artist could make progress.
But there was one family in the Zheng Clan that followed a different path.
The Zheng Family.
The Huang Clan’s secret weapon, an ascension weapon that anyone in the Huang Clan could master if they were unusually gifted.
The Ascension Martial Arts are open to all members of the family, and anyone with the talent to learn them is encouraged to do so. It also emphasizes the importance of the Huangbao family’s kung fu.
The result is an overwhelmingly powerful kung fu based on the strength of a mountain and innate divine power, and a resounding martial art that is like a wall.
Only those who are members of the Huang Bo family are expected to reach the pinnacle of this art.
And those who mastered it best, and those who mastered it most deeply, were Huang Bo Zhong and Huang Bo Guo.
They were called Huang Bo Zhong of the Heavenly Realm and Huang Bo Gyeom of the Earthly Realm.
But now, in front of me,
“You’re so stubborn that you’re being defeated by me. Huang Bo Gaiju.”
There was someone who could criticize Huang Bo’s conviction and stubbornness, and it was Shangguan Xianxian.
“You’re too inflexible.”
Kulung, kulung.
Instead of answering, Huang Bozhong chose to speak with his fists.
Kwaang!
The ground beneath Shangguan Shixiong’s feet shook with a single thunderous punch. The momentum was tremendous.
“……What a monster. I can’t believe you still have that kind of power.”
Shangguan Xian wiped the bridge of his nose and stood. If it weren’t for the transcendent mantle that made him seem so inhuman in his human body, he would have fallen to Shangguan Xianxian in a heartbeat.
“It’s not a mill, it’s an aura.”
It was a peculiar fighting spirit that emanated from his entire body. Shangguan Xian’s art has a distinctive desert-hardened energy.
Some wanderers die in the desert in search of water, and others wander in the desert and die from the heat.
The polarized sun’s energy is simply exhausting. In the desert, you had to be more alert than anyone else.
The art of Shangguan Xianxiong contained such desert reasoning, which was to cut off the flow of energy of the opponent and make him exhausted.
If it had been anyone other than Huang Bozhong, who had already faced him dozens of times, he would have collapsed again and again.
The speculation in Huang Bozhong’s whole body, like he was about to collapse, but didn’t,
“No matter how much …… he tries, I’m not going to let him get away with it.”
The speculation, which drained him of his energy, made him get up again. Shangguan Xianyan couldn’t help but hold his tongue.
He had never expected to see a human escaping the confines of the desert.
“It looks like it’s the same over there.”
Kaang! Kagagagagak!
If Shangguan Shixiong was all about draining his opponent’s energy with the desert sun, then the Great Shadow Tyrant Guo Qiu, whom Nangong Mu Bai was dealing with, was something else entirely.
The sun of the desert, the swamps of the desert, the ant hell of the desert.
Guo Qiu’s life-sucking anthill would be death itself to anyone who faced it.
“But how are you still alive?”
The facing swordsman, Nangong Mu Bai, who hadn’t lost the glow of the blue sword power of the so-called Celestial Divine Sword, continued to strike out at Guo Qiu.
Kwao! Kwang!
For a fleeting moment, Shangguan Xiong’er’s eyes were filled with a terrifying flow.
It was a silence that came from nowhere. Had he ever felt such a high wall of nothingness?
In such a short time, he had witnessed the level of battle,
“Sorry to interrupt your viewing of …….”
Kurrrrr! Wham!
The bone supporting his right arm, which he had instinctively raised in response to the binge drinking, broke.
“……I was right. You.”
Huang Bozhong’s words came out calmly.
“You didn’t dissipate all of the impact. Specialized martial arts should be based on internal strength.”
“……You’re right to say that.”
Shangguan Xian takes a couple steps back and twists the shattered bones of his right arm, forcing them back together. The bones are completely disconnected, but it’s the best he can do.
“They say that the patriarch of the Huang Bo family is as good at rolling his hair as a fox cub, and it’s true.”
Shangguan Xian’s eyes narrowed. He could see that Huang Bozhong’s fighting spirit had grown even stronger. Huang Bozhong’s breathing became steadier.
He had judged himself. He had found out the extent to which the energy-draining martial arts were effective.
And it was precisely when Shangguan Xian’s strength was depleted, when the flow of the “Suction Qigong” was interrupted, that Huang Bozhong unleashed his full force.
Waiting for the right time,
and read the flow.
It was a moment that reminded me of why members of the Huang Bo family are described as exceptional fighters. Shangguan Xian’s normally relaxed expression twisted.
“Shit.”
The words were a curse word that Huang Bozhong had used before, and he let out a short laugh as he watched.
“It’s so funny that you have the illusion that you know everything about the world while operating a bunch of demonic bastards.”
Huang Bozhong’s gaze swept across Gu Qiu, and then over to Nangong Mu Bai. Huang Bozhong’s gaze was fixed on the latter.
“It’s hard to live with a superior, natural enemy, but for some reason, I can’t give up, so I’ve come to this point.”
His fists clenched tightly, the energy of the wall still pulsing.
“As I struggled to keep up, I realized you were getting better and better.”
“A hollow sound, like a blow between grains of sand, with no sense of impact at all.
Tuuk.
One hollow sound after another. A series of meaningless punches, like the sand that absorbed them.
Nothing.
Not a single thread.
Just a feast of muscles that throbbed with each punch, waves of muscles that rippled and rippled, beautifully molded flesh.
And so the time passed, and the last punch, as if it were the last punch, was the most lifeless punch of all. ”
Huang Bozhong’s body was shaped by his last enlightenment, and his body was adapted to the Yi Qi.
“Huang Bo’am, who was reporting, picked up a robe made of fine silk and handed it to him, and Huang Bozhong, the head of the Huang family, turned and walked a few steps to drape it over his shoulders.
At that moment.
Basa, basa, basa.
The twenty-eight traces of futile punching in the air soon became.
Kukkakkakkakkang! Kwaang!
With a rumbling sound, he swept away all of the smoke curtains that had been used by the previous patriarchs. ”
That’s right.
Huang Bozhong had already surpassed his previous peak, and it wasn’t until this very moment that he realized it.
He had reached the point where he could stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the Wu Inner Ten, a group of people who had never before risen in history under the name of Huang Bozhong, the martial artist of the Huang Bo Clan.
Woohoo!
Kwao!
Shangguan Xuan realized. His right arm, which he had used to block, had been crushed to the point where it could no longer do its job.
At the same time, his left arm, which he had blocked with his right arm, was also crushed by the impact.
Confusion flashed in Shangguan Xian’s eyes.
It wasn’t Kongsheng, but King Kwon.
Had the world been deceived?
“I’ve gained my wisdom from fighting you, but this is the first time I’ve put it into practice.”
A new master of absolute mastery had emerged in the Zheng family, and he showed no mercy to his opponents.
As he tried to escape from Huang Bozhong’s straightforward movements, he lost sight of Huang Bozhong’s new form.
Kwajik!
With a loud crash, he could see Huang Bozhong right in front of him. And then.
Shangguan Xiong shook his head and looked down.
“……How futile.”
“In the next life, you shouldn’t be so foolish as to look down on your opponent.”
Huang Bozhong’s words stunned Shangguan Xianxian, who opened his mouth to speak, but when he felt his voice failing him, he slowly closed his eyes.
Huang Bozhong’s bare fist had already crushed his heart. He couldn’t even react.
Feeling this, Huang Bozhong immediately turned his body backwards and flew away, not even paying attention to the fight between Guo Qiu and Nangong Mu Bai.
The place was.
“Mu, what’s going on, is the big boss dead?”
“Raise your weapons, he’s coming!”
“What an ignorant bastard, I would have used all my strength to fight the boss!”
The disorganized group of demons were scrambling to their feet, clutching their weapons. Huang Bozhong’s two fists were enveloped in a wall of energy.
“Don’t even think about going back alive. I’m going to clean up this place today, all of you.”
Huang Bozhong’s eyes flashed with electricity.
* * *
Kagagagagak!
The sword face bounced out, and the palm that stretched out toward his hollowed-out chest was Guo Qiu’s, but the South Palace Swordsman’s reflexes were astonishingly quick, as he bent his back and snapped it back, then lifted his foot to kick Guo Qiu’s knee.
It was a marvelous reflex.
Guo Qiu couldn’t help but laugh as he watched Namgung Mu Bai retreat backwards.
“You’re a rare swordsman. It would have been quite a sight to see if you’d fought a man who claimed to be the Fourth Sword.”
“Don’t you feel a sense of urgency?”
“A sense of danger?”
Seeing the impassive expression on Nan Gong Mu Bai’s face, Guo Qiu chuckles.
“It’s because of the birth of the new Wu Nanaxi.”
The fists, power, and momentum of Huang Bozhong, a man worthy of being called a king, had been swept aside in an instant.
His fists were already surpassing the limits of his previous strength, as he unleashed his fists with the intention of destroying all the demons.
“The sense of danger is just fun, I can’t wait to see how spicy his fists will be.”
Guo Qiu chuckled and looked at Nan Gong Mu Bai.
“Hurry up, fold up your waist and go to that guy, or all my babies will die.”
At the same time, Guo Qiu’s entire body exploded with fighting spirit, and his vitality, which was incomparable to Huang Bozhong’s, began to gush out as if it had burst.