Human Martial Venerable: Starting from the Synthesis Technique

Chapter 35 Sparring

Shortly afterward.

"Are the brothers all alright?"

Looking at the charred and shriveled corpse of the strange fish at his feet, Feng Xiu felt instantly relieved.

He reached out and straightened the crown on his head, speaking casually.

"It's nothing, just that one of our brothers injured his arm. He'll be fine after applying some wound medicine when he gets back," Xiang Geng replied with a smile.

"We still can't be careless. If the mother fish is poisonous, it would be bad if it damaged our foundation."

Xiang Geng's expression turned slightly serious, and he nodded.

Then, he turned and swept his gaze across the crowd. Everyone present was a guard of the Feng family, so they naturally understood what that look meant.

"Boss, we don't know anything today."

A quick-witted martial artist immediately spoke up.

"Chen He just tripped and fell, old Chen, can't you be more careful, you son of a bitch?" The man turned and scolded the middle-aged man who was clutching his shoulder.

"Boss, I promise I'll be more careful from now on!"

Chen He was a shrewd man, and immediately patted his chest to assure him, while his face contorted in pain.

"Okay, that's good. Old Chen, go back and collect more martial arts supplies."

Xiang Geng nodded calmly and waved his hand.

Seeing this, one of the people dragged the mother fish's corpse, leaving a trail on the ground.

They all dispersed and headed towards the granary.

After they left.

Only Feng Xiu and Xiang Geng remained in the small bamboo grove.

"Young Master, what exactly is that, a monster?" At this moment, Xiang Geng could no longer suppress his surprise and asked.

"How was I supposed to know? These bastards insisted on coming to me. You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?"

Feng Xiu glanced at him and gave Geng an awkward smile.

"Alright, that's enough about this. From now on, increase patrols and kill any monsters that manage to escape from the ponds and reservoirs."

Feng Xiu's words set the tone, and he directly issued the order.

Upon hearing this, even though Xiang Geng had many questions swirling in his mind, such as Su Wantang sleeping with a woman and his master, he had no choice but to suppress them.

Then, Feng Xiu looked up at the bamboo overhead that was shielding him from the scorching sun.

Looking around at the cleared land, a detail I had overlooked suddenly came to mind.

The iron ruler used to suppress the river in the pond!

Is it actually a different kind of sealing method?

Although he wasn't sure himself, who knew if the next monster would be even stronger.

But in an instant, I felt much more at ease.

When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll dam it. As long as the existence of demons cannot overwhelm warriors, that's enough!

Feng Xiu shook his head, and after a thought flashed through his mind, he spoke up.

"Xiang Geng."

"exist."

"What level of cultivation are you at?"

Xiang Geng replied, "Young Master, I am at the Body Refinement Realm, and my Qi and blood have reached the Guanyuan point."

Feng Xiu nodded without saying a word. He took a few steps, then stopped and turned to look at Xiang Geng.

"Shall we have a friendly spar?"

Xiang Geng immediately smiled, "If the young master is in the mood, I will naturally keep him company."

Feng Xiu stood still and stretched his wrists.

Xiang Geng walked to a relatively open space, stopped, and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Feng Xiu, "Young Master, please."

Feng Xiu didn't stand on ceremony and stepped out with a Bagua step.

His figure shot out like an arrow, and his fist went straight for Geng Zhongmen!

A hint of surprise flashed in Xiang Geng's eyes.

This punch was so fast and powerful that it was impossible for someone who had only been practicing martial arts for a month to throw it.

But he didn't panic. He stepped aside and placed his right hand on Feng Xiu's wrist.

Feng Xiu felt a gentle force coming from him, and his punch was deflected by three points, grazing past Xiang Geng's shoulder.

"good!"

Feng Xiu was not surprised but delighted. He changed his move accordingly, striking with his left elbow and retracting his right fist.

The move "Tiger Returns to the Forest" is followed by "Black Tiger Digs Out the Heart," and the two moves flow smoothly without any hesitation.

Xiang Geng did not move his feet, but only shifted his steps slightly. He did not fight back, but instead used a combination of slaps and blocks to neutralize Feng Xiu's attacks one by one.

"Young Master's punches are quite skillful."

His expression changed slightly, but he then spoke calmly.

My hands, which were behind my back, suddenly felt numb.

Feng Xiu did not answer, but intensified his attack.

Fists, palms, elbows, knees—each move connected, each stance unbroken.

Xiang Geng's expression changed slightly, but he suppressed his discomfort and went to meet him.

Within a month, Feng Xiu had become accustomed to fighting Han Che and his bodyguards, and his attacks were always deadly, without holding back at all.

At first, Xiang Geng was able to "handle it calmly" with a smile on his face.

He would occasionally offer a few comments from the perspective of the older generation's understanding of body cultivation.

But as the fight went on, the smile on his face gradually froze.

Feng Xiu's moves became faster and stronger, and most importantly, they were filled with ruthlessness, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

"Young Master, please stop..."

Xiang Geng's face turned pale, he swallowed hard, and was about to say something.

Feng Xiu unleashed a whip kick, the attack accompanied by a howling sound like ghosts wailing.

Xiang Geng quickly raised his arm to block, and with a muffled thud, he was knocked back dozens of steps.

Click~

A soft, crisp sound reached his ears, and he realized he had lost all feeling in his arms.

However, compared to the slight misalignment of the radius in his arm, the shock in his heart made him feel more bewildered and uncertain.

"Is this the Body Refinement Realm?"

As a seasoned body refiner who has mastered the four major stages of body training (muscles, bones, skin, and membranes), Xiang Geng is knowledgeable and experienced.

How could someone in the Body Refinement Realm possess such abundant blood and energy?!

Feng Xiu realized that even using his combined five-force technique, he still couldn't defeat Xiang Geng.

That strong?

For a moment, he was somewhat surprised, but then a surge of fighting spirit rose within him.

"As expected of the number one person in the family below the Blood Burning Realm."

"Young Master, let's see who's truly capable!"

Feng Xiu launched repeated fierce attacks, and Xiang Geng was also truly enraged.

He twisted his arm, the dislocated bones were put back in place, and his eyes became slightly serious.

"good!"

Feng Xiu shouted, and then instantly lunged forward, his fists raining down like raindrops.

Xiang Geng took a deep breath, turned his fists into palms, and finally began to move.

While parrying the moves, fists, palms, and fingers rapidly struck Feng Xiu's shoulders, ribs, and forearms.

But Feng Xiu showed no signs of retreating; on the contrary, he fought with increasing ferocity.

However, the moment their moves clashed, Xiang Geng's expression changed drastically, and his heart skipped a beat.

hard.

Feng Xiu's muscles were much harder than he had imagined.

It's not the kind of hardness that comes from training the body and blood to be taut, but rather the kind of texture that only someone who has practiced hard kung fu for many years would have.

Hard skills are linked to skin tempering; basically, to practice this kind of martial art, one can only polish their skin with various rough stones.

Cultivation is cruel; a slight mistake can lead to accumulated hidden injuries and damage to one's foundation.

Xiang Geng's expression gradually turned serious. His ability to endure the pain of skin refining and his dedication to martial arts were not achieved overnight!

boom!

Another clash ensued, and Xiang Geng staggered back three steps, his back slamming into a thick bamboo pole.

The bamboo swayed violently, and bamboo leaves fell down, soaking the two of them.

Feng Xiu stood with his fist clenched, his body steaming with heat, a hearty smile on his face.

Xiang Geng looked up at Feng Xiu, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Young Master, you've really only been practicing martial arts for a month?"

Feng Xiu was thrilled. Sure enough, fighting was more interesting than all that messy nonsense. He smiled to himself.

"It's one month and a few days."

Xiang Geng remained silent for a long while.

In just over a month, he mastered body tempering, his moves became highly proficient, and his combat experience was far beyond that of a novice.

He was ruthless and decisive, completely unlike a beginner who hesitated and looked back.

He also has a solid foundation in hard skills. What kind of monster is this?

His brow twitched, he straightened up, and solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute to Feng Xiu.

"Young Master, I have a few words to say, but I'm not sure if I should."

"explain."

After carefully considering his words, Xiang Geng asked, "Have you practiced any kind of martial arts?"

As health points increased, so did defense.

He was aware of the situation, but he didn't want Xiang Geng to mistakenly believe that he had cultivated some kind of martial art.

Feng Xiu thought for a moment and then nodded.

Xiang Geng rubbed his sore left shoulder.

That's not surprising. He gave a knowing smile and then said, "Let's talk about footwork first. The footwork you're using, young master, should be the Zhou family's Bagua stance training. You've already mastered that footwork."

Feng Xiu gestured for him to continue.

Xiang Geng continued, "Your whip kick was a powerful move, where all your strength was twisted into one. If it were a normal body-training move, your bones would probably fall apart."

Feng Xiu didn't speak. Xiang Geng was different from Han Che; Xiang Geng talked more and was more resilient to beatings.

When sparring with Han Che and other dart throwers, Feng Xiu always held back his strength, using only 12 points of power, which most people couldn't withstand.

At this moment, Xiang Geng paused again, his gaze falling on Feng Xiu's large, rough hands.

"Young Master, your hands are your most powerful weapons," Xiang Geng explained. "The blows you exchanged with me just now were incredibly powerful."

"Better to take ten punches than one palm strike. When facing an enemy, you must use palm techniques to change your moves."

As he spoke, Xiang Geng gave a more specific example, extending his five fingers forward and then instantly turning them into a fist.

Then he clenched his fist, then struck out with his palm, signaling Feng Xiu to carefully observe the difference between the two.

"Young Master, the palm technique has a wider range of five fingers, so you can apply force to all of them. Moreover, you can also use the heel of your palm to thrust when necessary."

Xiang Geng pointed to the area where the thenar eminence of his palm meets his wrist, "This is it. If someone of the same level were to be struck by this, even if I didn't die, I would be crippled."

Upon hearing this, Feng Xiu seemed to understand something.

Xiang Geng was highly skilled and had a broader perspective, providing a very comprehensive explanation.

The palm strike was indeed something he overlooked.

Feng Xiu snapped out of his daze and said, "I know all of this."

"But what good is knowing? It's just the same few sets of kung fu over and over again: Five Strength Fist, Bagua Stance, grappling, locking, you can only practice the same things over and over again."

He paused, a hint of helplessness in his voice.

"I'd like to find someone to teach me some new martial arts, but where can I find one?"

Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in Xiang Geng's eyes.

"Young Master, are you really looking for martial arts techniques?"

Feng Xiu raised an eyebrow and looked at him. "You have connections?"

Xiang Geng took a step closer and said, "Ninety miles east of Qingyan City, at the border between Pingyang County and Yulin County, there is a place called Yeshi, which is not a proper market."

"But all sorts of people gathered there, selling weapons, medicine, information, and even martial arts techniques."

Feng Xiu's heart stirred.

Pingyang Prefecture?

"Are the martial arts techniques sold in places like that reliable?"

Xiang Geng laughed, "Who would take reliable stuff to sell there? It's all stuff of dubious origin or incomplete."

"But you can also find quite a few good treasures."

Feng Xiu pondered for a moment.

Qingyan City is ninety li to the east, not too far. If you ride a horse, you can get there in half a day.

Are you familiar with that place?

"I've been there a few times," Xiang Geng nodded, "to buy things that are hard to get elsewhere."

Feng Xiu looked at him and said, "Alright, take me there."

Xiang Geng was taken aback. "Now?"

"Now." Feng Xiu turned and walked back. "Go back and get the horses. The two of us will go. We just need to be back before dark."