71: Chapter 71 Each Has Their Own Unique Skills

Chapter 71 Each Has Their Unique Skill

"I joined the Martial Arts Research Association hoping to witness more combat masters and learn stronger striking martial arts. I hope all Seniors will generously offer your guidance."

Facing the highly respected Jianghu bigwigs, Fang Cheng maintained a calm expression as he raised both fists and assumed a combat stance.

Although his words remained gentle and polite, his Aura instantly changed completely, exuding a sharp edge.

This sharpness was like a sharp blade unsheathing, causing those facing him to vaguely break out in goosebumps.

Without experiencing countless actual combat fights and life-and-death struggles, it was simply impossible to imagine forming such an Aura.

Fang Cheng himself could not realize this.

Yet the scene was dead silent, with everyone staring at him blankly.

No one stepped up to accept the challenge or respond.

The atmosphere turned awkward for a moment.

In the end, Fang Cheng's desire to spar in actual combat with the Martial Forest Seniors was ultimately unfulfilled.

After all, there was no reason for a young lad to beat up elderly people.

With Wu Datong and Ma Donghe stepping forward to smooth things over.

The five old comrades reluctantly agreed to display their respective unique skills and techniques to the ignorant Junior.

The first to appear was Wu Dewang of the White Crane Sect.

He arranged beer bottles into plum blossom piles, then leaped into the air, stepping steadily with one foot on the narrow bottle mouth.

First, he struck a White Crane Spreads Its Wings pose, then flexibly shifted his steps on the beer bottles, methodically executing a set of White Crane Fist.

Such astonishing physical balance made even Fang Cheng's eyes light up.

Next were two old men skilled in Eagle Claw Kung Fu and Xingyiquan.

One demonstrated the unique skill of crushing walnuts and cups with finger strength.

The other performed the spear force of Xingyiquan, cracking suspended bricks out of thin air.

Especially the latter, whose fist force penetrated in a straight line like a long spear, not only hitting the target but also continuing to push through and pierce a certain distance.

This method of generating force was similar to the penetrating power emphasized in Boxing.

Only one hit a heavy punching bag, while the other hit a lighter, suspended brick lacking a force-bearing support point.

The latter was clearly superior in skill.

Considering their age, it commanded even more respect.

They indeed possessed real kung fu.

However, Fang Cheng was still somewhat unsatisfied.

Technique was technique, but before absolute strength, it was ultimately just floating clouds.

"Old Dong, what are you doing?"

"Old Dong, don't be impulsive!"

As he was pondering, a commotion suddenly sounded.

He saw that the old man with the rather aggressive tone earlier walked up to the stone table in the center of the courtyard, settled into a horse stance, seemingly preparing to demonstrate some unique skill.

The other elderly Seniors tried to dissuade him.

"Look at this kid's expression. If we don't show him some real kung fu, he'll think everyone in our Martial Arts Research Association is all show and no substance!"

After saying this, Dong Yunchuan's face turned flush red as he reached out with both palms to cradle the kettle on the table, as if channeling internal energy and exerting force.

Gradually, visible white smoke actually began to rise from his palms.

Then, his shoulders and the top of his head also began to smoke, making the whole person look like a steamer and producing a wondrous spectacle.

In less than a minute.

The kettle cradled in his hands also gradually showed anomalies.

The boiling water inside started to boil again, bubbling and making gurgling sounds, pushing the kettle lid up and down frantically.

"This..."

Fang Cheng's pupils constricted slightly, finding it somewhat unbelievable.

To actually witness the scene of someone using Internal Skill in Wuxia movies in real life.

This could no longer be considered purely physical strength; perhaps it involved another level...

"Brother Yunchuan, your mastery seems to have increased by a few points again?"

Ma Jianguo spoke, appearing somewhat surprised as well.

"Hehe, I actually had some occasional gains recently."

Dong Yunchuan stood up, withdrew his skill, panted for a moment, wiped the sweat all over his forehead, and looked extremely smug.

Then he glanced sideways at Fang Cheng, who also wore a look of astonishment:

"Young man, let me tell you, ginger is spicier the older it gets. Young people shouldn't be too arrogant; you must know there is always a mountain higher than another."

Ma Jianguo did not step out again; this trick was enough to suppress any newcomer.

He subsequently said:

"Little brother, as Seniors we have already displayed our techniques. Now shouldn't it be your turn to show off a skill?"

Wu Datong walked over at this moment and whispered in his ear:

"Senior Brother Ma thinks very highly of you. The other old men are quite proud, so it's best if you use your full strength and overwhelm everyone all at once."

Use my full strength?

Hearing this, Fang Cheng nodded.

Thinking about his most intuitively visible unique skill, it should be the Iron Fist special effect.

Since everyone here was a Martial Forest master, there was no need to keep hiding things and cause people to look down on him.

To be honest, Fang Cheng had also long wanted to see the effect of his full-strength strike.

He thus walked into the courtyard, in front of a small standing decorative rockery.

Then he raised both arms and firmly established his stance.

Then he took a deep breath, his gaze focused, and prepared to throw a punch.

In an instant, power rose from the soles of his feet, transmitted to his waist and abdominal core, then penetrated his torso, linked by his shoulders, elbows, and wrists.

The muscles and joints all over his body seemed to twist together in an instant.

Snap!

Along with a crisp sound like firecrackers exploding, the muscles on Fang Cheng's right arm suddenly bulged, expanding by a circle.

Without any error, one head, one launch, one internal, one content, one at, one by one, look!

A simple and neat straight punch suddenly struck out.

Bang!

The fist of flesh and blood landed on the rockery, instantly causing gravel to fly apart and blinding people's eyes.

Everyone couldn't help raising their hands to shield their faces.

When they opened their eyes to look again, it was an expression of utter astonishment everywhere.

"Uh—"

They saw that the top of the limestone rockery was jagged, startlingly missing half of its section.

Just like... having just been violently struck by a large iron hammer.

At this moment, Fang Cheng withdrew his fist and stood steady, looking at a group of Martial Forest Seniors, quietly waiting for them to make a judgment.

Wu Datong's eyes flickered with unusually excited emotions as he muttered in a low voice:

"I wonder how the power of this punch compares to Senior Brother Dong's Palm Technique?"

Hearing this, Dong Yunchuan couldn't help glaring at Wu Datong, yet was speechless to refute.

The others also recovered their wits one after another, breaking into discussions.

"Young man, did you learn Qigong long ago?"

"Yeah, without the internal strength amplified by Qigong, how could the power of this punch be so great?"

"What Qigong? I think he was born with Divine Power, and doesn't even know the basic Breathing Technique."

"Qigong?"

Hearing this word, Fang Cheng instantly became interested.

Scenes from his memories of his past life flashed through his mind.

Things like moving objects with the mind, curing cancer by emitting Qi, putting a pot on one's head to receive information from the Universe...

Amidst his wild imagination, Ma Jianguo coughed once, interrupting the noisy discussions of the crowd.

His eyes shone brightly as he stared fixedly at Fang Cheng, saying in a solemn tone:

"Fang Cheng, with your martial arts attainment, you are fully qualified to become a member of our group."

"I am now officially inviting you to join the Martial Arts Research Association in my capacity as president. Are you willing?"

After a brief thought, Fang Cheng replied:

"This Junior is willing, but can I also learn the Qigong you mentioned?"

"Of course you can."

Receiving Fang Cheng's affirmative reply, Ma Jianguo wore a smile and said affectionately:

"The purpose of our founding the research association is to jointly explore the mysteries of martial arts and uplift talented Martial Forest Juniors..."

Next was the celebration event for the newcomer joining the association.

A group of elderly Seniors immediately busied themselves happily, slaughtering chickens and scaling fish.

Preparing to cook a big meal themselves and host an authentic agritainment gathering.

Leaving only two idlers standing in place.

Ma Donghe, with his arm in a sling, strolled over to Fang Cheng's side and said stealthily:

"Don't let them fool you. Qigong does exist, but its power isn't as great as you think."

"Old Dong's move just now looked bluffing, but it's just an embroidered pillow—nice to look at but useless."

"After he channels his energy, he has to recuperate for at least two months and cannot fight during that period. Learning this kind of stuff is a complete waste of time, and it might even train you into mental weakness..."

Hearing him say this, Fang Cheng asked with slight surprise:

"I have no money or power, what's the use of them fooling me?"

"You've got backing, haven't you?"

Ma Donghe, however, gave a mysterious smile.