311: Chapter 308 He ruined himself

"It is said that Xingyi Five Elements training combines the four methods of external practice—hands, eyes, body, and footwork—with the internal cultivation of spirit, Qi, and strength. It integrates three skills and one power. It connects everything from beginning to end."

"Before, I didn't believe it, but now I have to believe it. It feels like if a few more experts were to spar with Master Li, he might just truly step into the inner sanctum."

Zhang Zhao said, his face full of excitement.

What he called stepping into the inner sanctum was actually reaching the sky in one step, entering the realm of Transforming Power.

"Er... Master Zhang, I feel that even without mentioning Transforming Power, just Master Li's current level is something I might not be able to achieve in half a lifetime of practice."

"I once read an article discussing Internal Martial Arts breathing methods and scientific verification."

"It mentioned that breathing maintains the body's metabolism and drives life activities. The respiratory center is divided into the expiratory center and inspiratory center; if controlled properly, it can influence human nervous excitement to a certain extent."

"At a subtle level, it can control heart rate acceleration, blood pressure, and digestive secretions. Conversely, it can also regulate the organs' governing nerves to produce excitation or inhibition effects. No wonder it is said that the Xingyi Five Elements have such miraculous effects on the organs."

"Some Internal Martial Arts, if practiced to a profound level, also have these effects. Looking at it now, Master Li has mobilized his internal organ power in one breath, controlling the flow of blood throughout his body and its excitement, so his palm expanding might have a similar effect?"

As he spoke, Chen Youcai looked at Zhang Zhao.

"Correct. Otherwise, why would it be said that this palm strike by Master Li is a truly internal and external union, a palm strike of Xingyi Major Achievement? The so-called internal breath and true breath... Internal breath calls upon and controls the organs, meridians, blood vessels, excitement, and circulation. I am not too clear about true breath."

"But internal breath is at the level of Dark Power, and I understand some of that. For example, hair standing on end is just a basic application of Dark Power. Dark Power can control the limbs and call upon subtle parts, which counts as an entry-level. Mobilizing the organs counts as proficiency, and being able to gather it all into one point is profound. Master Li is even above this."

"As the old saying goes, 'Qi is the medicine for longevity, Essence is the root of life extension; when spirit focuses and the heart is calm, True Qi is gathered; the reverse operation of the Three Treasures is the mystery of the Divine.' Ordinary Dark Power practitioners spend their whole lives trying to figure out how to smooth out their power and release it fully. Master Li has already started trying to reverse-operate his Dark Power just like breathing."

"That sudden expansion of his palm was him completing a reverse operation while gathering Qi in his palm, like holding a high-pressure Qi mass in his hand and layering the power once more."

Following Zhang Zhao's explanation, the two on the ring began to clash again.

However, this time it was Peter Guo who was one-sidedly taking a beating.

But Peter Guo still had some skills. He wasn't proficient in Eight Trigrams Palm or Taiji, but he used them very deftly and knew how to connect them well.

Li Changsheng found it increasingly strange as he fought, because this Master Guo was being a bit too honest.

He had been so cunning before, how did he suddenly start standing there honestly and taking the hits?

He saw Guo twisting his body like a Dragon or snake, capable of spiraling endlessly, and also as soft and whip-like as a snake. When encountering entanglement, he would entangle; when encountering sticking, he would stick; when encountering pressing, he would press.

But he just wouldn't fight back!

Li Changsheng watched, and it had to be said, Master Guo's footwork had some merit. The front foot generated suction, the body moved forward by suction, not by pushing off the back foot. Using suction keeps the root firm; using pushing makes the body float. The shoulders and hips would generate a shrinking power, pulling the hands and feet into the shoulders and hips; when shrinking inward, it was like drawing silk.

He was like a roly-poly toy, constantly tangling, dissipating force, blocking, and dodging under Li Changsheng's hard strikes.

Especially when combined with that 'cotton belly' technique. With every punch, elbow, or knee strike that landed, the opponent's waist would twist, and when he was hit to the side or backward, as soon as Li Changsheng retracted his Move, the opponent's waist would spring back quickly.

It was truly like hitting a roly-poly toy.

"Master Guo, if you have this ability, don't you plan to counterattack? This kind of attrition won't work; I can keep this up all day."

Li Changsheng struck with a sinking elbow Move again while saying this with a smile.

Hearing this, Guo's expression was calm; he didn't have a shred of temper. His joints moved rapidly, like the magnetic fields of the North and South Poles, like a blender cutting outward while spinning forward.

Between his steps, he spun like a top, rapidly dissipating this elbow force.

However, the Dark Power was surging, and the moment he made contact with the 'cotton belly', cold sweat broke out on Guo's forehead.

Dissipate! Give me dissipate! Dissipate!

Crack! ~ Bang ~

Using an Eight Trigrams Palm rubbing-body technique, the intention was to coordinate with the Eight Trigrams footwork to rotate and walk. The movement followed Li Changsheng's power to make corresponding stable changes, like an object floating on still water—only the object's movement was seen, not the water's flow.

The changes were high and low, left and right, highlighting the rotation and variation of the Eight Trigrams.

As a result, with a crack, he twisted his waist.

His entire figure suddenly stiffened and fell straight backward.

Huh?

Li Changsheng paused, looking in astonishment at Peter Guo lying on the ground like a zombie.

He opened his mouth, thinking to himself that this was a scam! This was definitely a scam.

"I... I won't fight! I... I... I admit defeat... Blegh! ~"

Peter Guo's head tilted to one side, and he vomited out a mouthful of foul filth.

A rancid smell permeated the ring.

Looking at the vomit in the close-up shot, the whole arena erupted in a chorus of "shits" and blessings for Guo's mother.

Seeing this, Li Changsheng's mouth twitched.

He probably guessed what happened.

This guy relied too much on the 'cotton belly' and Eight Trigrams Palm and Taiji to dissipate force.

His stomach had been kneaded by Visible Power and Dark Power countless times. The Visible Power from punches and elbows could be dissipated, but Dark Power was hard to dissipate.

Once or twice was fine; with Guo's cultivation, he could resist a bit.

Added to that was his whole body spinning like a top—like a spin dryer—trying to keep the force from penetrating.

However, everyone knows that if the stomach is hit too much, it's easy to get diarrhea, and if a person spins too much, it's easy to get dizzy and vomit.

After all this back and forth, he didn't die, but he was dizzy.

Although general Eight Trigrams experts pay attention to spinning in circles and keeping the center of gravity within a certain range, it doesn't mean they always have to do this; they also need to balance offense and defense.

Unlike Peter Guo, who treated himself like a top.

He really was just spinning, jumping, and closing his eyes.

"Dissipate... dissipate... continue to dissipate force~"

Muttering incoherently, Peter Guo's head tilted, and he passed out completely.

He looked wretched, like a dead dog, with his eyes rolled back and his tongue lolling out.

This time, the medical staff came on stage, quickly checked him, and confirmed there was no life-threatening danger, so they ordered the staff to carry him away.

While they were moving Peter Guo, his clothes were lifted, and it was shocking to see that his stomach was covered in bruises.

Touching it, it was hard as a board; his 'cotton belly' had been beaten swollen.

It's no wonder he couldn't hold on; even if he wasn't dizzy, he probably wouldn't have been able to dissipate the force.