NABC Chapter 25: Body Refining Completed!
Chapter 25: Body Refining Completed!
Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, a month had passed.
At this moment, inside the training room,
Five burly bodyguards, as skilled and capable as Han Che, each wielding a steel saber, exchanged a serious glance.
Then he looked towards the center of the arena, where Feng Xiu was rubbing his wrists, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.
Feng Xiu was shirtless, his bronze skin revealing smooth and powerful muscle lines. His hands had unusually large and thick bones, and his entire body exuded a vigorous aura, like a pure yang tiger!
"What are you all standing there for? Aren't you coming?"
Feng Xiu did not pick up any weapon, but instead spoke loudly to the five people, looking quite surprised.
"One hundred taels for a single wound? You wouldn't even take the money if it were free?"
Seeing that everyone was still hesitating, Feng Xiu continued to increase the stakes, not taking the cold steel blades of the group seriously at all.
"Then, young master, please forgive me!"
Han Che gritted his teeth. Swords are merciless, and since Feng Xiu had said so, Han Che naturally wouldn't care too much.
He took the lead, stepped forward, and unleashed a seemingly ordinary horizontal slash. The blade hummed and whistled, and the speed of the blade was as fast as lightning!
Feng Xiu's eyes narrowed, and instead of retreating, he advanced.
With a swift, Bagua-like step, he sidestepped the blade, his right hand darting out like a serpent to strike Han Che's wrist, which was holding the knife.
Han Che's expression changed. Before the momentum of his sword strike had subsided, he changed his move and parried with his sword.
But Feng Xiu flipped his hand, avoiding the blade, and his five fingers, like hooks, precisely gripped the Cun Guan acupoint on the inside of Han Che's wrist.
A violent force pierced his acupoints, and Han Che felt a numbness in half of his arm. The steel knife slipped from his hand, and he immediately attacked with his left fist, but Feng Xiu easily blocked it.
"Bang!"
Feng Xiu followed suit, casually slapping Han Che on the shoulder, sending him staggering back three steps.
The movements were clean, crisp, and executed in one smooth motion.
"good!"
The dozen or so family guards watching from the sidelines cheered in unison.
Han Che steadied himself and immediately looked up at Feng Xiu.
A month ago, Feng Xiu was a novice who couldn't even perform the Five Strength Fist properly, but just now, in that instant...
Feng Xiu's gaze, techniques, and footwork were all natural and without the slightest awkwardness.
"Let's go together." Feng Xiu didn't pay much attention to Han Che's shock.
He waved to the remaining four people, "Don't just stand there!"
The four exchanged a glance and pounced at the same time!
The sharp steel blades slashed from different angles, their light weaving a net that enveloped Feng Xiu.
Feng Xiu smiled.
This is exactly what he wanted.
In an instant, his nimble figure moved like a shadow amidst the flashing blades, dodging every fatal attack. His hands moved like swimming dragons, snapping wrists, grabbing elbows, twisting arms, and locking shoulders in the gaps of cold light.
Every move he made was a ruthless grappling technique.
In just a dozen breaths, the steel knives in the hands of the four men had fallen to the ground.
Some people were unable to move because their wrists were held, some cried out in pain because their arms were twisted, and some were forced to kneel on the ground because their shoulder joints were locked.
But Feng Xiu was not yet satisfied.
He released his grip, took a step back, and smiled at the group, "Pick them all up and continue."
Several people looked at each other.
Han Che stood to the side, his right hand, which was still slightly numb, had not yet recovered.
Looking at Feng Xiu, who was shirtless and radiating heat, he couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
Having witnessed this rate of growth firsthand, I find it even more unbelievable.
In the corner of the room, on a wooden table, Zheng Bo was intently picking up his brush, the ink lines blurring as he outlined Feng Xiu's movements as he made his move.
"Uncle Zheng, you could see my brother's movements clearly?"
Beside him, Feng Shouzhuo held a towel in one hand, looking at Feng Xiu, who stood on the ground with a confident expression.
With a slight tilt of his head, Zheng Bo, who had already drawn most of the boxing manual, asked with some curiosity.
"The eldest son has exceptional talent and comprehension. His Five Strengths Fist has already shown the demeanor of a grandmaster. I must record it."
Uncle Zheng rubbed his wrists, held the boxing manual in both hands, and gently blew on the still-dry characters.
His gaze then fell upon Feng Shouzhou, and he spoke with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Feng Shouzhou couldn't help but curl his lip and snort coldly, "In my opinion, what's the use of practicing these things? It's better to go out and enjoy yourself."
For the past month, Feng Ao has completely handed over all family affairs to Feng Xiu.
Feng Xiu not only confined him to his quarters but also cut off his contact with his friends and acquaintances.
Every few days, there would be a knowledge test, which made Feng Shouzhuo complain endlessly.
After hearing this, even though Zheng Bo already knew Feng Shouzhou's character, he couldn't help but shake his head.
"Let's see." The gaze returned to the center of the room.
After those words, at this moment.
"I'll do it!" Han Che took a deep breath, suppressed his distracting thoughts, and gripped the steel knife tightly.
"All of you, cooperate with me!" He turned to the group of men wielding knives and solemnly said.
In a fleeting glance, his eyes met those of one of them, who grinned and approached with a sinister grin on his face.
"Brother Han, you're not being honest."
Upon hearing this, Feng Xiu chuckled. Han Che and his group truly considered him an opponent.
In an instant, Han Che once again took the lead, his blade flashing fiercely as he aimed straight for Feng Xiu's throat.
The other four attacked simultaneously, blocking Feng Xiu's retreat with two slashes and aiming for his ribs with two more!
This time, the five of them were smarter. Instead of fighting individually, they joined forces with their swords, creating a continuous barrage that gave Feng Xiu no chance to breathe.
Feng Xiu's eyes sharpened, and he was overjoyed; this was exactly what he wanted—a desperate fight.
"Come!"
The next second, Feng Xiu's figure crashed into Han Che's arms like a ghost!
Han Che's pupils contracted sharply. This time, the sword strike completely missed its mark. Feng Xiu's right hand reached out, his five fingers like hooks, and grabbed Han Che's wrist holding the sword!
"Why is it another grappling technique?"
Han Che gritted his teeth and desperately tried to draw his sword to defend, but Feng Xiu's hand was too fast.
He reached out and gripped the blade with all five fingers, giving it a sharp squeeze.
"Sizzle!"
A piercing metallic tearing sound rang out as Feng Xiu's five fingers managed to leave five shallow finger marks on the hundred-refined sword, which was forged from fine steel!
Han Che was shocked and retreated, momentarily forgetting to react.
The other four were also stunned by this scene.
Is this even human?
However, Feng Xiu didn't give them time to be confused.
He spun around and lunged at the nearest man, who hastily swung his knife, but Feng Xiu didn't dodge at all.
With his left hand, he met the blade head-on, transforming it into a palm strike that instantly severed the man's throat!
The man's heart tightened, and he was about to retreat when Feng Xiu quickly changed his move, grabbing the man's shoulder blade and twisting it sharply.
Click!
The sound of a dislocated shoulder was clearly audible; the man screamed and collapsed to the ground.
Feng Xiu didn't even look at him, and turned to pounce on the next person.
"Young Master's divine might is truly awe-inspiring; we are utterly convinced."
The remaining three were also stunned by this scene and dared not take it head-on.
They exchanged a glance, gave a bitter smile, threw down their knives, and clasped their hands in surrender.
Feng Xiu waved his hand, seemingly still wanting more, and walked over to the man with the dislocated shoulder, placing his hand on his arm.
With a little effort, the shoulder joint returned to its normal position, and the man's pale face improved considerably. The two people beside him stepped forward and helped him up.
Then, Feng Xiu walked up to Han Che, who was still in a daze, and waved his hand in front of him.
Han Che remained motionless.
"One in ten thousand..." he muttered to himself, "I was still being conservative."
"Brother Han, what are you thinking about?" Feng Xiu asked with a smile.
"Xiao Han?"
Upon hearing the title "Little Han," Han Che couldn't help but let out a wry smile.
"Yeah, I saw you staring blankly for a while." Feng Xiu didn't think there was anything wrong with how he addressed her and replied matter-of-factly.
Back then, you were stronger than me, so I called you Brother Han as a sign of respect.
But you are weaker than me now. As for age and such, Feng Xiu has never cared.
"How are you? Are you alright?"
"No, young master's grappling skills are superb, and he has plenty of strength to spare. I am ashamed to admit that I am not as good as him."
Han Che shook his head, but couldn't help but offer a compliment.
Is this still the Five Strength Fist?
It innovates and subtly forms its own style, showing no trace of the Five Strengths Fist.
To the members of the escort team, this was a life-or-death struggle, but to Feng Xiu, it was just a friendly sparring match.
It seems that only by capturing the enemy can one defeat them without harming their lives.
Feng Xiu smiled upon hearing this.
Feng Xiu wasn't particularly surprised that he was able to defeat Han Che and the others.
On the contrary, he felt that his combat skills and fighting techniques still needed further refinement.
So far, the only strange creature he has encountered is that strange fish from back then.
The owner of the pond is still nowhere to be found. More experience means more security.
In this regard, Feng Xiu dared not make any bold assumptions, but from the perspective of martial arts.
If such a being can supposedly live hundreds of meters below the surface of a pond or reservoir, ignoring the pressure of the water flow, how terrifying must its physical strength be?
Of course, Feng Xiu also hoped that his imagined enemy was wrong, but in the end, his own strength was still the most important factor!
As the thought flashed through his mind, a screen of light appeared in his eyes.
【Life: 17】
【Spirit: 7】
【Strength: 12】
[Agility: 7]
[Technique Record: Eight Vajra Techniques (At its peak: Health +2, Spirit +2) - Cannot be improved]
【Five Strength Fist (Mastered: Strength +5, Health +5, Spirit +2)】
[Bagua Stance Skill: (Reached Perfection: Agility +5)]
[Synthesis: Reached Mastery (Can be synthesized)]