strictlysupreme Chapter 51 Zhao Wanqing
Chapter 51 Zhao Wanqing
The days that followed were peaceful and fulfilling.
Every morning, before dawn.
Fang Shuwen woke up on time and went to the martial arts training ground next door in the dark to practice his boxing.
After mastering the Tengshe Fist, he felt the exquisite nature of this martial art even more.
Combined with his serpentine talent, every move and stance is no longer a simple technique for generating power, but rather transforms the entire human body into a giant snake.
Twist your waist, rotate your hips, and spring your spine.
The range of motion often exceeds the limits of the human body, something even a master of internal strength cannot achieve.
He stood in front of the wooden dummy, took a deep breath, and stomped his right foot hard on the ground.
This time,
There was only a dull rumble, as if someone had struck a large drum inside his body.
The power exploded from the soles of his feet, surged up his spine, and flowed smoothly into his right fist without any hindrance.
The fist pierced the air.
It made a sharp, explosive sound and slammed solidly onto the wooden dummy.
"Bang!"
The pile shook violently, and the friction between the base and the blue brick ground was so piercing that it felt like it was going to tear your eardrums apart.
Another deep crack appeared at the spot where it had been hit, and fragments of ironwood flew out, clanging and clattering as they hit the ground.
Fang Shuwen closed his fist and stood up, slowly exhaling a breath of stale air.
For the past ten days or so, he has practiced for an hour every morning and another hour after school in the afternoon.
Rain or shine, it never stops.
"However, since the fist technique has been perfected, the martial arts realm of Ming Jin cannot be improved further, so I have to switch to another martial art."
Fang Shuwen muttered to himself.
Then, he stood up, put his fist down, and picked up a towel to wipe his sweat.
I put on my coat and prepared to leave.
Just at this time,
The sound of the courtyard gate opening could be heard.
Fang Shuwen turned around and saw a young woman wearing a white shirt, black riding trousers, and a ponytail pushing open the courtyard gate and standing under the moon gate.
She was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, tall, and had a heroic air about her.
Her white shirt was tucked into her riding breeches, highlighting her slender waist, long legs, and shiny black riding boots. She looked sharp and capable.
Her gaze lingered on Fang Shuwen for a moment, then swept over the wooden dummy behind him, which was covered with fist marks and cracks.
"Are you Xiao Fang? Are you practicing boxing?"
Fang Shuwen recognized her.
Zhao Wanqing, the eldest daughter of the Zhao family.
Although the original owner's memories were vague, Butler Chen mentioned that the eldest young lady was studying in Shenghai.
A few days ago, Chen Zhong had people start cleaning the training ground in preparation for her return.
Unexpectedly, I saw her early this morning.
"It's me, Miss."
Fang Shuwen nodded and responded.
Zhao Wanqing walked into the courtyard with her hands behind her back. Her gaze lingered for a moment on the wooden dummy that was almost broken apart, then fell on Fang Shuwen, looking him up and down.
"Uncle Chen said you were practicing martial arts and that you got into the elite class."
She paused, a slight smile playing on her lips, and said:
"I initially thought it was just polite talk, but now it seems I underestimated you. That fist of yours cracked at least three times; it's almost at the level of Ming Jin!"
"You flatter me, Miss," Fang Shuwen said.
At the same time, he couldn't help but think that he had long heard that Miss Zhao had an extremely strong talent for martial arts, and that she had already reached the Ming Jin level before going to Shenghai.
Now, I'm afraid their martial arts skills are even stronger.
Although they couldn't guess his true level of skill, they could almost see through his martial arts realm from just one clue.
That's quite a keen eye.
"Don't call me 'Young Miss,' it sounds too formal. We're all martial artists, just call me by my name."
Zhao Wanqing waved her hand and continued to ask.
"What kind of boxing style do you practice?"
"Tengshe Fist"
"Never heard of it."
Zhao Wanqing turned around and looked at Fang Shuwen.
"However, whether a boxing technique is good or not is irrelevant whether you've heard of it or not; you'll only know once you've tried it."
With a flick of her wrist, her slender hand clenched into a fist, and she waved to Fang Shuwen.
"Come on, practice with me."
Fang Shuwen was slightly taken aback.
Unexpectedly, after not seeing this Miss Zhao for so long, she wanted to practice boxing with him on our first meeting.
Is he itching to practice with him?
However, Fang Shuwen still had to go to school and didn't want to fight with Zhao Wanqing.
"Young Miss, my skills are but a pitiful few..."
"Stop talking nonsense."
Zhao Wanqing interrupted him, throwing a simple straight punch with a sharp gust of wind straight for Fang Shuwen's shoulder.
Fang Shuwen shifted his feet and dodged to the side.
The fist grazed Fang Shuwen's shoulder, the force of the blow making his ears ache.
Zhao Wanqing didn't use her full strength in that punch, but it was definitely not a casual test either.
Fang Shuwen could sense that there was a concentrated, yet restrained, force gathered on her fist.
If you get hit hard, it won't feel good at all.
"Quick reaction time."
Zhao Wanqing praised her, but instead of retracting her fist, she changed her move accordingly.
With his five fingers spread like eagle claws, he flipped his wrist and grabbed at Fang Shuwen's shoulder.
This change of tactics was swift and ruthless; Fang Shuwen could even see the bulging veins on her arm.
He did not back down.
The essence of Tengshequan lies in using softness to overcome hardness and using curves to break straight lines.
Using the body's incredible flexibility to launch tricky attacks.
Zhao Wanqing's attacks were fierce, but the more formidable the opponent, the less one should simply dodge.
You can dodge the first punch, but you can't dodge the second.
Fang Shuwen's spine suddenly twisted, his body contorted like a startled snake, sliding through Zhao Wanqing's claws at an incredible angle.
at the same time,
His right arm extended out like a snake's head, his five fingers joined together in a cone shape, cutting in from Zhao Wanqing's blind spot and aiming straight for her ribs.
The snake's tongue flicks out its tongue.
This move is fast, tricky, and unexpected.
Zhao Wanqing had no choice but to confront him head-on!
Bang!
Their fists and palms collided instantly, producing a dull thud.
Fang Shuwen felt an extremely powerful force explode from Zhao Wanqing's palm.
My entire right arm went numb and tingling instantly, and my body staggered back three steps uncontrollably.
Each step left a shallow pit in the blue brick floor, scattering gravel everywhere.
In contrast, Zhao Wanqing only swayed slightly, her feet remaining firmly planted on the ground.
Fang Shuwen steadied himself, shook his numb arm, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
"Hidden strength!"
The two words came out of his mouth without his noticing.
I originally thought Zhao Wanqing was only at the mid-stage of Ming Jin, at most the late stage of Ming Jin.
But when that palm strike landed, he clearly felt the difference in the force.
Ming Jin (manifested strength) is forceful and outward, striking the solid ground; while An Jin (hidden strength) is supple and penetrating, penetrating through the skin and flesh to directly impact the internal organs.
Zhao Wanqing clearly held back with that palm strike just now.
If he had used his full strength, that hidden force would have penetrated his body, and he would probably have suffered internal injuries by now.
"Good eye."
Zhao Wanqing withdrew her hand, stood with her hands behind her back, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.
"I studied at Shenghai Martial Arts University for three years and just broke through to the Dark Force level last year. But not many people in Xikou County know this; you're the first."
Fang Shuwen was deeply shaken.
Hidden strength.
In Xikou County, the Grandmaster of Dark Strength is already at the very top.
Most martial arts school owners, gang leaders, and chief instructors of military governors' mansions are at this level.
The youngest of these people is at least thirty years old.
Zhao Wanqing was only twenty-five or twenty-six years old when she stepped into this threshold.
The profound foundation of Sheng Haiwu University is indeed unfathomable.