With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 519 - 477: The Fist Breaks Shackles with Intent First, Qi Blood Soars Like Rainbow Clouds!
The scene was ever-changing as the two exchanged hundreds of punches.
Meng Chuan’s attacks grew fiercer and more fluid with each move.
His waist and hips coordinated, his figure like a drill.
The Baji technique in his hands was not just fast, but like a rhythmic storm, striking continuously.
With a forceful strike, the air rumbled constantly with a muffled roar.
A punch drove out the air in front of him, creating a vacuum.
Then he retracted his fist, pulling all the air back in.
His body manipulated all this like a mythical dragon wielding clouds and mist.
Senior Brother Ma focused on defensive counterattacks, looking for flaws in his opponent’s moves.
After taking another hundred punches, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and his arm circled halfway to lock Meng Chuan’s arm. The force of Tai Chi’s grappling erupted as he tried to completely lock Meng Chuan’s arm.
But at this grasp, he was secretly shocked.
The feel of the skin and flesh on Meng Chuan’s arm was entirely unlike "human."
The icy, solid feedback was no different from gripping a steel pipe.
Even a solid steel pipe would be easily crushed under his palm’s power.
Yet no matter how hard he tried, Meng Chuan’s arm showed no change.
He raised his head abruptly, only to see the opponent’s face expressionless.
He tried to twist and unleash his binding strength, yet still couldn’t move Meng Chuan, feeling an ominous foreboding.
Meng Chuan’s body was like an immovable object, his feet anchored to the ground, creating a depression with his forceful release.
Instead, he withdrew his arm downward, causing Senior Brother Ma to stumble.
Then bent his arm to strike upwards, stretching up to support the sky.
The True Qi erupted like a geyser, blasting him away.
He flew nearly a hundred meters straight, toppling trees touched by his back in succession.
With one hand repelling the opponent’s attacking hand, and the other supporting the sky.
This move within the Baji school was known as "Heaven-Supporting Palm."
Before Senior Brother Ma could stand straight, his martial instinct had him raise his bent elbow to his head to block.
Meng Chuan appeared as if in shadow, landing a heavy punch on his arm, the pain shot to his brain, clenching his teeth, about to rise with the momentum.
At this moment, Meng Chuan swept his leg down, howling like a battle axe smashing towards his shoulder.
Senior Brother Ma immediately demonstrated an agility beyond ordinary comprehension.
With a half-squat, half-sitting awkward roll, he evaded clumsily.
Footsteps still unsteady, Meng Chuan’s shadow followed instantly, fists and kicks cascading like thunder.
At that moment, the two returned to a grappling state, but Senior Brother Ma was not in as good condition as before.
He had practiced Wudang Tai Chi for a long time, with Yin-Yang energy constantly emanating to repair damage.
Yet he could never keep up with Meng Chuan’s offensive.
His fists were too heavy, even without regulating energy, each Baji strike on a concrete floor would result in a huge deep pit, let alone on a human body.
In contrast, even without activating Hard Skills armor, his skin and flesh could withstand Senior Brother Ma’s punches.
The opponent lacked True Martial weapons, inherently at an advantage.
It could only be said, Senior Brother Ma’s external training was not yet fully matured, and needed more practice.
At this moment, Senior Brother Ma felt his body becoming somewhat "empty," his Yin-Yang internal energy beginning to deplete.
This internal energy, converted to True Qi, not only needed to enhance his strikes but also repair body damage.
He was not {Boundless Energy}, and now the wellspring of internal energy pouring from his sea of consciousness turned from a flowing tap into a mere trickle...
"Hiss..."
Senior Brother Ma’s waist and abdomen were hit by another "River-Shaking Cable-Breaking Elbow," a fierce move derived from traditional Baji Two-Instrument top.
The damage was astounding.
Involuntarily, his body shook, his stance unsteady.
Senior Brother Ma ground his teeth, arched his waist backward, grounding himself with his spine while dissipating the power, The Two-Instrument Hands from left and right coiled towards Meng Chuan’s neck.
However, Meng Chuan was prepared, ducking while bending a knee sharply to once again hit the waist and abdomen, Senior Brother Ma withdrew his hand to block downwards, leaving an opening above, Meng Chuan having anticipated it, already launched a heavy punch at the leg-raising moment.
Subsequently, Senior Brother Ma tilted his head, dodging this rudder-punch, Meng Chuan’s wrist instantly twisted into a palm, grabbing the opponent’s shoulder while pushing a palm with the left hand onto the chest, releasing a wave of energy.
This time, he could no longer dodge.
Senior Brother Ma’s figure nearly slid horizontally, skimming the ground for nearly a hundred meters, everything in touch becoming dust.
"Phew... Senior Brother Ma, thank you for letting me win!"
Meng Chuan’s shoulders heaved up and down, releasing a lot of steam, the fine white mist born of frequent forceful releases moving like swimming dragons.
It dispersed with a shock from him, vanishing completely.
The battle was exhilarating, utterly satisfying.
Throughout the martial duel, his essence, energy, and spirit were highly concentrated, fists and feet acting almost instinctively, seemingly foreseeing the future... surpassing instinct.
"Everyone, please take a step back, I have an idea I want to test."
Meng Chuan’s face showed a rare flush.
He cupped his hands to the three people watching in shock from afar.
Wang Ye and others shivered, just recovering from the intense battle, and moved back at his request.
In the distance, Senior Brother Ma, supporting his waist, stood up, looking at Meng Chuan with extremely complex eyes.
While muttering "The younger generation is formidable."
Although unwilling, his feet still retreated backward.
Meng Chuan had yet to use the power of his Intention, even if he used his trump card, fearing it wouldn’t be enough to win.
Besides, I have already lost...
If the opponent’s final palm strike had been aimed at my neck.
It would be hard to survive...
...
Meng Chuan stood still where he was, his closed eyes seemed strained, and the veins on his temples bulged.
"Breaking from [Stance] to [Rhyme], it’s not that difficult, fists follow intention first, fists follow intention first..."
This is not merely having thoughts and ideas first, and then expressing them through physical martial arts.
Intention is the consciousness of the mind, using thought to make the body respond without delay, almost like synchronized anticipation.
Earlier, he had achieved this level of realm.
Generally speaking, it is a closed loop of [Intent reaches, fists reach, stance forms].
This is the [fists follow intention first] that ordinary people can understand.
At this moment, Meng Chuan understood the [Rhyme] of his punching and kicking martial arts above this level!
What is that?
When the forms of fists and kicks become instinctive, fists still follow intention first, it is still "following rules".
To get the rhyme, to paint a unique "tiger".
One needs to break free from rules, recording the [unique true feedback of the body] between martial arts moves.
While battling Senior Brother Ma, carrying the habit of fists following intention first, he covertly noted every moment of discomfort.
For example, when a certain move was executed according to standard, it was always countered by the opponent, or during rapid exchanges, he felt bodily disharmony.
This feedback, too, is an indication that there is incompatibility between the routine and the body.
At this point, ordinary people wanting to get the rhyme.
Must through massive simulations, combining with actual combat and intention, to speculate [would a different posture and force make it smoother?]
"Smooth" in broader terms means the punches and kicks harmonize more with nature, abiding by the laws of heaven.
Benefiting from once-certainty eternal-certainty, and massive accumulation of boxing practice over time.
In this fierce battle, Meng Chuan has perfectly understood this point.
And then, what he just realized, the final key to getting the Rhyme:
[Forget moves, let intention and body unite.]
When the adjusted movements form new instincts, no longer needing to deliberately think about how to act, as the intention moves, the body naturally reacts with the most suitable response.
In the midst of enlightenment, Meng Chuan came to realize:
"At this moment, the fists following intention first have completely merged with my martial arts.
From now on, routines are no longer constraints; instead, [Intention] becomes a readily invoked and recomposed Martial Arts material library, which is the [get Rhyme forget form] realm."
To get the Rhyme, one must first "forget".
He closed his eyes and shadowboxed, clearing his mind and expelled thoughts, performing merely by instinct.
This punch "Wild Horse Parts Mane", the next punch transformed into an elbow strike.
Various fist techniques and moves in his hands became a hodgepodge, without any rules, yet displaying "Rhyme".
Time slowly passed, ten moves, a hundred moves, even... a thousand moves!
During the performance, Meng Chuan gradually felt a hot stream at the base of his spine.
With his punches moving upward, finally rushing to the back of his head, akin to an inverted epiphany.
Though his physical body hadn’t [mutated], he inexplicably sensed as if he had once again broken through a shackle.
Muscle cells, nerve fibers, all became vibrant and full of vitality.
At the same time, wisps of Qi Blood surprisingly arose from within, nourishing every part of his body!
Meng Chuan was astonished; the Rhyme in punching and kicking techniques could also guide the regeneration of Qi Blood?
This was something he had never considered.
Moreover, since Principal Yang had said, each person’s uniqueness is indivisible, unable to be replicated.
Therefore, regarding changes in getting the Rhyme, he hadn’t asked any instructors or others.
Through Introspection, this Qi Blood seemed as if it had been hidden within these microscopic structures, something he had always been unable to perceive.
Now, stimulated by the Rhyme in martial arts, it drove him to break through the window paper attached to the surface and release it thoroughly.
These newly born Qi Blood, in its lead, circled through the viscera, repairing tiny damages, then spread to every part of the limbs, strengthening the body parts it passed through.
Eventually, they converged into a torrent, rushing straight towards the Martial Arts firmament.
Stars illuminated one after another, shining in the night sky.
At the same time, Meng Chuan’s consciousness exploded with a "buzz", his awareness shook, and his hands and feet tingled.
Nearly fifteen stars were lit up in an instant.
In a single breath, he immediately breathed heavily like an ox.
White steam gushed from his mouth and nose like a long mist, with scorching fog as well.
This is the spring after the flame mutation of the qi, erupting like a volcano, hard to suppress.
Over fifteen hundred points of Qi Blood instantly empowered his flesh, the immense boost to his body made him feel ecstatic.
Meng Chuan closed his eyes and focused, a smile hung on his lips.
This explosive thrill brought by "upgrading" hadn’t been felt for a long time...
A few moments later, his body transformed as the Limit Breaking [Shaking Rivers Baji] abruptly appeared.
All his muscles rippled like waves on a river surface, first inflating like filling air, from neck to Achilles tendons, bulging in circles, as if the Michelin Man incarnate...
With a shift of intention, in the next moment, they shrank back, muscles like undulating mountains, and veins becoming the mountain’s veins.
