msmithbooks Chapter 114 The Third Path
Chapter 114 The Third Path
Chapter 114 The Third Way
"Little kid, didn't your parents tell you to mind your own business?"
Faced with the sudden intrusion of a third party, the two showed no mercy and went all out, with Huang taking the initiative.
"The people of the Central Plains consider themselves a land of etiquette."
Fanma also clicked his tongue in disapproval, saying in a tone that sounded like he was scolding a child, "But it seems that his upbringing is still not strict, and he has interfered in other people's duels without permission."
Compared to the two of them, he was indeed a child.
"I just couldn't bear to see you two die together."
Just kidding, he came all this way, how could he let these two steal the spotlight?
He couldn't possibly harm a disabled person if he really wanted to kill both of them.
"If it's for a belief or will worth risking one's life for, then of course I won't step in to stop it."
"But your fight is purely to prove that you are the strongest."
"This answer doesn't require risking your life to find."
With a broad smile, Sheng Wansong's gaze swept between Huang and Fanma. "I can tell you now."
The two of them had already guessed what he was going to say next.
Fan Ma rubbed his fists together, his calm voice concealing anger, "Try saying the next sentence."
Huang did not speak, but a tense atmosphere had already been released.
"None of you are the strongest."
Sheng Wansong slowly opened his mouth and calmly stated the correct answer: "I am the strongest."
"Tsk, you actually said it out loud."
Fan Ma clicked his tongue, and his figure, which had been shaking his head, suddenly disappeared. The bricks on the spot belatedly cracked, and the rubble flew into the air.
His fist, as big as a clay pot, gleamed like pure gold as he unleashed his strongest punch without holding back.
On the battlefield, he never holds back.
On the other side, Huang also vanished like mist, instantly appearing in front of Sheng Wansong.
She drew her fingers into a knife and slashed at Sheng Wansong's throat.
Two of the most powerful attacks arrived simultaneously, one from the left and one from the right.
Sheng Wansong stretched out both palms, simultaneously blocking the attacks of the two men.
Fan Ma's fist was full of unstoppable force, its fierce power invincible, sweeping through Sheng Wansong's meridians with overwhelming force.
Phoenix's palm strike, on the other hand, was full of skillful force, with dozens of energy energies of varying strengths and unpredictable movements, sometimes merging and sometimes dispersing, impacting all the acupoints within Sheng Wansong's palm.
Sheng Wansong responded to the two completely different offensives in completely different ways.
He countered the force with force, using even greater power to suppress it.
Sheng Wansong clenched his fist and grabbed Fanma's fist. ...the outermost edge.
The size difference was too great for him to fully grasp Vanma's fist.
But this was of no consequence. With his fierce strength, Sheng Wansong completely disrupted the fighting spirit of the battle technique, and the crimson shell shattered and dissipated instantly.
Then, with immense brute force, he squeezed Fanma's fist inward until it caved in.
Fan Ma's expression changed drastically; he could hardly believe that such a thin body possessed such powerful grip strength.
His huge fist was gradually crushed, his fingers contracting inward against his palm, and his fingernails were throbbing with unbearable pain.
Under Katsuman's continuous pressure, Hanma's knees gradually bent downwards, and his other hand kept slapping Katsuman's wrist, but to no avail.
On the other hand...
Sheng Wansong performed the Nahai Sacred Heart Mantra.
The Sacred Heart Technique's internal energy transformed into crimson internal energy identical to that of the Phoenix.
In an instant, it dispersed into thousands of streams, surrounding and attacking the Phoenix's internal energy.
Each of his internal forces was far smaller than that of the phoenix, piercing the phoenix's internal force like a needle, breaking through its core and causing it to dissipate.
It wasn't about overwhelming her with power, but rather about using less force to neutralize Huang's internal energy.
Phoenix's skills are not only reflected in her internal strength; she is even more adept at manipulating her energy and nerves.
Therefore, Sheng Wansong also surpasses her in her strongest area.
He used the so-called "force dissipation" technique to completely eliminate the phoenix's power.
At the same time, he raised his thumb and pressed it on the back of Huang's hand without using any internal force. The force of his finger penetrated through the skin and flesh, precisely stimulating the nerve ganglia on the back of her hand.
The nerves were jolted, and Huang's five fingers broke free from her control, causing her palm blades to scatter instantly.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Sheng Wansong inserted four fingers between her fingers, all the way to the base of her fingers.
Huang's expression turned cold, and she immediately dispelled the force. She tried to shake hands with Sheng Wansong again, but ended up with her fingers interlocked with his.
Sheng Wansong smiled gently, released his hands, and allowed the two men to retreat.
One of them walked heavily, while the other moved as swiftly as a lark, retreating to a spot ten meters away from Sheng Wansong.
The two looked at Sheng Wansong at the same time, both of them expressing the same shock and disbelief.
It would be fine if there was someone who could beat you, but this person actually surpassed you by an overwhelming margin in the area where you were most confident.
Moreover, he overwhelmed another equally matched opponent in a completely different way.
Not only those two people, but everyone present was shocked and incredulous.
Even the most blind person could see that the strength of these two was on a completely different level from theirs.
They couldn't discern the details, but they still knew that the young man had defeated them two by himself with ease.
Katsu Mansatsu could see the reactions of everyone present.
He never intended to make his martial arts techniques public, but he didn't mind pointing them in a direction.
"The reason you cannot defeat me is primarily because I have spent my entire life cultivating diligently, never slacking off in my practice, wishing I could split one hour into two."
Once he said that, people who didn't know the situation would really think he was working very hard.
But those who know how relaxed he usually is can't help but smile wryly.
Sima Ling was so angry she was itching to bite him.
Where has this person put in any effort?! In the past two weeks at the Aoki House, he's been constantly finding new ways to torment his master.
Sheng Wansong continued, "But the direction of our efforts can sometimes lead to different results."
He looked at Fanma and said, "Human strength has its limits."
"No matter how much you train your physique, a person is still a person, and no matter how tight your muscles are, it cannot change your nature."
"You've probably realized that simple training is no longer enough to make you stronger."
"The real reason you challenge strong opponents everywhere is that you want to find a way to continue becoming stronger."
Fan Ma snorted, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
He had never doubted his path to becoming stronger, but the person before him was even stronger than him, so he was able to suppress his temper and listen to what the other person had to say.
Sheng Wansong then looked at Huang.
"Your skills are indeed superb, but even if you break down one unit of strength into a thousand units, what you can accomplish is still limited."
"There are better uses for your skills."
Huang bit her lip.
The Phoenix's memories have been passed down for eight hundred years, but in reality, from two hundred years ago to the present, the Martial Arts' memories have not seen much development.
They only gained some insignificant benefits from minor details.
The punch that seizes the gap in consciousness is a small trick that has been developed over the past two hundred years.
There is nothing wrong with training strength and honing technique.
"But there is a third way to make them even greater."