Chapter 119: Technique
Su Mengxue took a few steps back. She had blind faith in Xuan Qi. This boy was full of secrets, and nothing in this world could stump him. Fighting wasn't his strong suit, but Su Mengxue believed that Xuan Qi would definitely be able to win.
Xuan Qi slowly formed the San Ti stance, his left fist in front and right fist behind, with one foot forward and the other backward, starting from the half-step Beng Quan stance. His eyes were as still as an ancient well, his breathing long and drawn out, and his entire aura was continuously rising, directly pressing down on Bai Zhangyi's face.
Soldiers who enlist first learn military boxing. After entering the special forces brigade, they are taught various special hand-to-hand combat techniques, which have a collective name called "one move to defeat the enemy". After some years, when these special forces soldiers have matured and are about to be dispatched outside to perform various tasks, the army begins to teach them the technique of "one move to kill the enemy", targeting the heart, joints, neck, and other lethal techniques.
White spread his wings and rolled his eyes, then flashed with shame and anger. In the army, he had also learned a fatal technique, not to mention that he had experienced countless battles, and there were dozens of lives on his hands. Looking at Xuan Qi's rapidly rising momentum, he was first astonished, then furious. In White's eyes, Xuan Qi was just a weakling with no strength to bind a chicken, while he himself was a killing machine born for life and death, almost intimidated by him, which would be a lifelong humiliation.
Bai Zhangyi's eyes flashed with a cold, eerie light, his body slightly bent downwards, his feet spread apart, and his hands formed into tiger claws. Under the threat of Xuan Qi's Half-Step Collapsing Fist, Bai Zhangyi couldn't help but use his previous move to kill the enemy.
A glimmer of something unusual flashed in the whiskered man's eyes. This student was indeed different from the others. Those angular fists had undoubtedly been stained with blood, and might even have taken a life or two.
Gang Ya also saw that Xuan Qi was extraordinary, and the aura he exuded gave people a different kind of pressure. This student is not simple, maybe there will be a real dragon-tiger struggle.
When Xuan Qi's momentum soared to its peak, his legs alternated in a flurry of movement, his body shooting forward like lightning as he launched a fist imbued with the wind straight at Bai Zhan Feng's chest.
Bai Zhan's mindset has undergone a change, and in the midst of crisis, he is now filled with murderous intent. If at first he only wanted to teach Xuan Qi a lesson by breaking two of his ribs, now he wants to cripple Xuan Qi, or even kill him. The martial arts of the military are not fancy or flowery, but practical and effective, emphasizing the use of minimal power to achieve maximum damage in the shortest amount of time.
Bai Zhan Chi didn't clash head-on, instead he kicked his left leg and arched the other, his body flashing to one side like the wind. His hands formed fists with his middle fingers pointing forward, and a single punch shot out like lightning towards Xuan Qi's temple.
Xuan Qi's move didn't seem to use much strength, but with a slight sway of his body, he dodged Bai Zhan Chi's incoming punch. His body moved forward, sticking close to Bai Zhan Chi's, with his left foot as the axis, his body leaned forward, and all his energy concentrated on his shoulders. With a loud crash, his internal force burst out. Bai Zhan Chi was like a rubber ball, flying backward. After rolling several times, he stuck to the wooden floor, sliding far away. One move, really just one move.
Bai Zhan Chi was directly blown away, although he wasn't injured, but his face was completely ruined. He angrily got up from the ground and let out a loud shout, just as he was about to charge forward, he realized that the dagger squad that had been at odds with him all along, seventeen sturdy men, were surrounding him. A strange light flashed in Bai Zhan Chi's eyes, could it be that he also had the aura of a king on his body, and with a single shake of his tiger-like body, they would all be under his control?
A glint of insight flashed in Hú Xū's eyes as he subtly grasped something. Xuán Qí's move seemed to be a gentle push against the mountain, but it wasn't entirely that; relying solely on Xuán Qí's strength, it should have been impossible to send a sturdy man weighing over 200 pounds flying so far. This left only one explanation: this young fellow was skilled in internal martial arts and had extraordinary attainments.
Steel Tooth nodded, and the brothers below immediately understood. Having been through life and death for many years, they were also very clear about their own situation. Their seemingly strong bodies actually had many hidden ailments, and a slight mistake could lead to spending the rest of their lives in bed. They had always been searching for ways to cultivate internal martial arts, but couldn't find the right path. Now that they saw Xuan Qi, they decided to experience it personally.
This result creates an illusion, Bai Zhangyi thinks it's the result of his own shock. Su Mengxue also jumps out and shouts loudly: "How can you bully the fewer with more? Bully the smaller with the bigger?"
Xuan Qi understood the true thoughts in the hearts of these brothers, and also wanted to weigh their strength. He comforted Su Ming Xue by saying: "This is just a test between martial artists, don't worry, they won't gang up on you." Xuan Qi used his words to hold them back, engaging in one-on-one battles. With the true energy already circulating within him, he was not afraid of their rotating attacks. What he feared was that they would gang up on him, because Xuan Qi's combat experience was not rich, and two fists could not withstand four hands. Therefore, he wanted to avoid a chaotic battle.
The whiskers flashed again in his eyes, and he opened his mouth to say: "You little devil really has some heart. Let me tell you, we are soldiers, not martial artists, so that set of Jianghu is useless to us." As he spoke, the whiskered man waved his hand: "Brothers, up!"
To force out Xuan Qi's true skills, Hu Xu didn't care about bullying the weak with numbers or size. Seventeen vigorous men rushed out, forcing Xuan Qi to move his feet swiftly, not flying kicks but dodging by jumping up and landing on the ground. Utilizing the Taekwondo gym's space, he created a vast depth, avoiding facing three or more enemies at once.
After a series of chases and fights, Xuan Qi was as fierce as a tiger, but he gradually found it difficult to resist the four hands. Occasionally, when he used his true energy to launch a violent attack, he could only knock his opponents back, not injure them.
After a round of fighting, Hu Xu even personally took two hits, which was a very strange feeling. Although the fists hit his body, there was a force inside that made him fly heavily and slide on the ground. This force was not violent, but rather a kind of clever power.
Whiskers also punched a fist on Xuán Qí's body, but felt like he was punching a slippery loach, unable to land a solid hit. It was quite troublesome for Whiskers, who had already confirmed that Xuán Qí possessed internal martial arts skills and was holding back everywhere. If he were to go all out, he would probably have knocked everyone down by now.
Xuan Qi also understood that these men were not strong in hand-to-hand combat. If they were allowed to let loose and treat him like an enemy, using their guns and blades at will, he would probably have been dead a long time ago.
So they exchanged two more blows, and both sides tacitly stopped fighting. Hu Xu gave Xuan Qi a cold glance and said, "Let's go." The eighteen burly men turned around and left, leaving behind a small paper ball in Xuan Qi's hand.
On the way back, seventeen men were silent, Bai Zhan Chi was overjoyed, the half-muscle-headed fool thought he had inadvertently come up with a foolish idea, and the dagger squad was convinced. The fire in his chest turned into nothingness, shouting that he wanted to invite everyone to drink. Hu Xu nodded slightly, and the eighteen people went out of school, sitting at two tables. Dishes were served, wine was opened, and then there was a burst of crazy drinking, until Bai Zhan Chi, who was overjoyed, was drunk under the table, and Hu Xu and Gang Ya got up and left.
Evening study, military training | Day 1, freshmen are complaining endlessly, one by one chewing on the food they brought back from the cafeteria, some fell asleep while eating.
In the small courtyard of Shuimu Garden, next to the turtle pond stood a grape arbor, but no grapes had grown yet. Xuan Qi sat under the arbor, holding a large stainless steel pot with both hands, boiling white lamb meat in water without any other seasonings, and the bones had already been removed by the boss. Half of the lamb lay in the pot, being slowly devoured by Xuan Qi.
Xuan Qi eats mutton differently from others. He doesn't eat internal organs, nor the head, neck and small legs, nor the tail and ***, only eating the good parts of the meat. In Xuan Men, it is believed that all things have spiritual nature, so while one can eat other creatures due to hunger, one cannot desecrate their bodies, and the places he doesn't eat are where the spirits reside.
After finishing the whole pot of meat, Xuan Qi drank the soup and let out a satisfied burp before standing up. His originally slender body suddenly became plump, with his large belly filled to the brim with juices.
Xuan Qi station exit three-body style, at the same time ancestral orifices open, body refinement and spirit refinement synchronize, unexpectedly true inner affairs half work double results. Along with food in the body turning into energy, rotating within the body, Xuan Qi's drum-like belly shrinks down at a visible speed to the naked eye.
After work, Xuan Qi walked to the corner of the wall and looked out: "Don't hide, come out!" Two figures emerged from the corner of the wall, wearing camouflage uniforms, fully armed, with a mustache and steel teeth emerging from the shadows.
They hadn't even had a chance to speak when Xuan Qi spoke up: "I know what you want to know, and I can help you, but the rules of our sect that have been passed down through the ages will necessarily restrict some things. So, as long as you are still active military personnel, I won't be able to provide you with any assistance..." As Xuan Qi spoke, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind, and more than a decade's worth of memories emerged, broadening Xuan Qi's horizons. He looked again at the fluffy face of Hu Xu, and suddenly deciphered a painting from his memories.
In another life, Xuan Qi's fate was bumpy. At the lowest point in his life, all his property was lost to his business partner. Xuan Qi shrunk beside a newspaper stand helping to sell newspapers. On those small magazines with strange and unbelievable things, Xuan Qi would often see a face that he felt he had seen somewhere before. He searched through his memories and actually found it.
On September 18th of last year, a tabloid published a picture of Hu's head, just the head, with only scattered skeletal remains left, under the headline: "17 tourists killed at Xinjiang-Kazakhstan border, heads intact, skeletons shattered."
Xuan Qi used his "Wang Qi" technique on Gang Ya and Hu Xu again, discovering a dark aura surrounding their foreheads, indicating that they would encounter unexpected disasters within half a month to a month, which would put their lives in danger. Moreover, the person who would kill them was not an ordinary person, but a cultivator like Xuan Qi himself.
When he heard Xuan Qi say this, Gang Ya was displeased and retorted to Xuan Qi: "You guys who cultivate internal skills have such a strong sectarian view. What era is it now? Look at the highly developed world, look at the rapidly changing foreign countries, you still hold on to your sectarian views, which will hinder the rise of a great nation."
Xuan Qi let out a sigh: "Actually in this world, there are many extraordinary people like me who are different from ordinary people. We all follow the principle of not revealing ourselves to the world and restrain our destructive power to the minimum. Actually, whether it's Huaxia or neighboring countries, they all have special departments, you just haven't come into contact with them yet."
Hú Xū heard the implication in Xuán Qí's words: "You're saying that when we're no longer active soldiers, we can come to you to learn internal fist?" Seeing Xuán Qí nod, Hú Xū turned around and was about to leave.
"Wait a minute." Xuan Qi picked up a piece of paper and wrote down his phone number: "I see that you've been plagued by disasters lately, so be extra careful with everything. If you go to Xinjiang Province, be extremely cautious. If you encounter any unnatural phenomena, you can call me."
Hu Xu received the note from Xuan Qi and tucked it into his pocket. As soon as he walked out of the courtyard gate, his comms device beeped repeatedly. New mission to the border of Qiang Province, Hu Xu's eyes narrowed slightly, his eyebrows furrowed tightly, and a low hum escaped his lips: "He can still calculate"
