OBS Chapter 10 Effortless Mastery, Everywhere is Possible
Chapter 10 Effortless Mastery, Everywhere is Possible
The two pairs of open-knuckle gloves clashed crisply, and Lin Zhuo and Tang Jingyun each took a few steps back.
"Beep—!" A piercing whistle rang out.
Tang Jingyun leaped forward and thrust a straight punch, striking directly at the face in the blink of an eye. With his height and long arms, even his jab was as swift and powerful as a flying stone.
In contrast, Lin Zhuo merely changed his footing after the whistle blew, his upper body remaining steady and unmoved. Such composure made the onlookers feel secretly nervous.
In the blink of an eye, Tang Jingyun's jab landed squarely, not hitting his opponent's head or face, but was blocked by an open glove, the fist and palm colliding with a crisp crack.
Everyone exclaimed at how quick the reaction was. Almost none of them had seen when Lin Zhuo raised his hand.
Tang Jingyun also praised, "Impressive!" His boxing stance was agile. After throwing a punch, he immediately retracted his hand, as if folding a spring. Then he threw another swift jab. At the same time, he began to probe forward with his feet. He would launch a heavy back hook as soon as the distance was right.
As expected, the second blow was blocked by the boxing gloves and still landed on the palm of the hand.
The third and fourth blows that followed were no exception. Even though Tang Jingyun changed his position and attacked from the side, his fists moved like dragonflies, but he was unable to break through the defense. He was like a bird caught in a net, struggling to escape.
Tang Jingyun felt a pang of resentment at Lin Zhuo's nonchalant demeanor. He glanced at his opponent's face and saw that Lin Zhuo's gaze remained fixed on him, not even noticing his shoulders. His eyes seemed vacant and serene, and there was even a slight smile on his face.
Tang Jingyun was also a veteran of the ring and a seasoned fighter. He had seen the eyes of all kinds of fighters, some as cold as bronze and iron, some as fierce as burning coal, some cunning, some agile, and some vicious. But he had never seen anyone so indifferent and arrogant.
Just one glance was enough to make his hair stand on end and his skin go cold.
Startled, Tang Jingyun didn't think twice. His long-prepared rear punch was unintentionally unleashed, heading straight for Lin Zhuo's side abdomen. If it hit, even through the protective gear, it would still strike his liver, causing excruciating pain.
The force of the blow surprised even himself, but the two were too close, and there was no time to stop.
Bang!
The next moment was filled with uproar.
The surrounding area erupted in gasps of surprise, and even Tang Jingyun himself stared blankly down at the fist he had thrown.
That hook punch just now sent a strong man like Lin Zhuo flying several feet away. Nobody has ever seen anything like it in real life, except at a car accident scene.
However, no one was worried about Lin Zhuo, because he floated out like a willow catkin or a feather, hovered in the air for almost a breath, and was able to land steadily without moving or swaying.
He clearly retreated following the force of the punch, rather than being forced to fly backward by the blow.
But such fluid and graceful movements are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
"That's practically superhuman agility!" one instructor blurted out, speaking for everyone around him.
Lin Zhuo never underestimates his opponents; when facing a real battle, he always goes all out. Therefore, he has already condensed his Divine Speed True Qi.
With this thought and energy empowering his limbs and bones, he truly reached a state of effortless mastery, where his mind could move at will and he could be everywhere at any moment. As soon as a thought arose, he could send his hands and feet to where they needed to be.
This rapid response meant that Lin Zhuo no longer needed to anticipate an opponent's attack by observing their shoulder and gaze, as a normal fighter would, before attempting to block or parry. He simply waited for Tang Jingyun to make his move, then struck first despite being behind.
"I never expected that my brother wasn't bragging. You really are that good!" Tang Jingyun had already realized that he was no match for his opponent, but how could he suppress his fighting spirit in the face of such an unfathomable opponent?
Even if you know you're going to lose, you should at least seize the opportunity and fight to your heart's content!
People like Tang Jingyun, who are also combat sports practitioners, never step into the ring for money or wealth. They don't care about gains or losses, honor or disgrace. All they seek is the fight itself, which they regard as an action to uphold the principles of life.
"Hah! Ya!—" With a fierce roar, the air in the already high-pitched stadium finally exploded completely, and the onlookers couldn't help but shudder. They saw Instructor Tang rush forward with quick steps, and in a few short movements, he was in front of his opponent, unleashing a barrage of heavy punches on the new Instructor Lin.
This frenzied, reckless, and suicidal offensive completely abandoned any defensive stance. If the opponent found a weakness, they would suffer a great loss. Yet, the fists were like an endless tide, weaving together a curtain to sweep towards the opponent, giving them no chance to breathe. The students watching were all struggling to breathe.
However, these powerful punches naturally failed to achieve any results. Every punch he threw was intercepted halfway. Lin Zhuo used speed to fight speed. Whenever the enemy made a move, he would raise his hand to block, or punch or slap, and he would hit Tang Jingyun's wrist and forearm just right, forcing the trajectory of the punch to deviate and only hitting the air in vain, forcing him to stop.
The two men clashed arms, their sleeves slapping against each other, creating a series of explosive sounds. It was as if two white shadows were floating in front of them, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that Instructor Lin's movements were unhurried and rhythmic, while Instructor Tang was already throwing punches haphazardly, his fists going astray and his strength dissipating.
Tang Jingyun's eyes grew brighter and brighter as he met his opponent's gaze, as if silently demanding: Why not counterattack? Why only defend?
Lin Zhuo was adapting to a completely new fighting style and was reluctant to end the sparring match so quickly.
The power of thought is the power of energy. When the mind moves, the energy moves, and when the energy moves, the body follows. This is how one achieves a state of harmony between mind and body, where they are as one. This is considered a basic skill of Qigong, like a passive skill that is not displayed on the panel.
For those with sufficient talent, they can get started with just a little practice, but mastering it requires some refinement and training. Many skills will be developed based on this trick in the future, so its importance goes without saying.
Faced with a barrage of punches, Lin Zhuo could counter them one by one as long as his reaction time was fast enough.
The Divine Speed True Qi did not enhance his nerve reflexes, but when encountering a slow-moving target propelled by human bioenergy, he could clearly capture its trajectory with just his naked eyes.
Tang Jingyun, unaware of the situation, naturally assumed that his opponent was underestimating him. He abruptly stopped and retreated, catching his breath in place. His face was flushed and veins were bulging. Then, he suddenly lowered his body, stretched his arms forward like open crab claws, and pounced again using wrestling techniques.
During the previous series of attacks, Lin Zhuo stood still, not taking a single step back. Now, Tang Jingyun was relying on his weight advantage to exert pressure, and he didn't believe that his opponent could remain so calm and composed.
Just as he had predicted, Lin Zhuo stopped defending. For the first time since the start of the duel, he took a step forward and threw a punch.
It's fast, extremely fast, a speed of movement that far exceeds the limits of human neural reaction.
If Tang Jingyun's outstretched arms were like two large doors, then Lin Zhuo was like a white horse galloping through the gap, a spark bursting from the stone. In an instant, he rushed into this tiger's mouth, facing an opponent with his face leaning forward, his middle door wide open, completely defenseless.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The fists struck Tang Jingyun. He even heard a series of impact sounds before his muscles and nerves transmitted the pain to his brain, which shows how fast the incoming fists were.
Fortunately, Lin Zhuo's force was much lighter than expected. The affected area only felt a burning pain like a wasp sting, rather than the excruciating pain of a bullet impact as imagined.
Even though the punches were light, they still landed twenty or thirty times in a second, like a raging torrent. Tang Jingyun's face, shoulders, and chest were all hit. His brain trembled inside his skull, and he instantly lost the ability to think and judge.
When he regained consciousness, he was lying stiffly on the ground, his head, face, chest and abdomen aching all over, as if he had been beaten up by dozens of people.
Before my eyes were rows of blindingly bright white lights under the beams of the main stadium, and in my ears were the distant screams and shouts of my fellow association members.
The next second, a dark figure appeared in his field of vision. The person reached out a hand and said to him, who was lying on the ground, "Thank you for the favor. Well done."
"Damn it..." Tang Jingyun laughed helplessly, raised his hand to grab his palm, and used the leverage to get up.
The stadium erupted in applause, and Min Peier breathed a sigh of relief, quickly stepping forward to check on both of their injuries. Of course, she only needed to check on Zhou Jingyun; his cheeks were now swollen and red from the series of light punches, looking like a strawberry-filled mooncake.
However, he seemed to be in good spirits. He pulled Lin Zhuo aside and asked for an autograph. After handing Lin Zhuo a marker, he asked him to write on his sweaty vest. Since Lin Zhuo had agreed, he had no choice but to do so and wrote his name on the still relatively dry hem of his vest.
"By the way, comrade, where do you think my skill level would rank in the city-wide university skills competition?"
"Hmm... I'm probably a bit better than the second place from the year before last, but about the same as last year," Lin Zhuo replied after careful consideration.
Tang Jingyun was already quite satisfied. "I'm even a little reluctant to give this dress to my brother now. Oh well, never mind, I won't give it to him. Let him be envious."
Min Pei'er overheard their conversation and couldn't help but stare at Lin Zhuo from head to toe, her face full of musings and surprise.
She wanted to ask something more, but the crowd suddenly surged around her, joyfully surrounding Lin Zhuo and congratulating him on becoming a member of the association and a new instructor.