OBS Chapter 39 Ling Feng
Chapter 39 Ling Feng
"You think you can stop me?"
The white-robed man, enraged, unleashed a palm strike, its hidden force like a cone, aimed straight at Lin Mu's chest.
Lin Mu did not retreat. He parried the opponent's wrist with his left palm and met it with his right palm.
The two palms touched, then separated immediately.
The hidden force surged into Lin Mu's arm the moment they made contact, like a red-hot bent wire piercing his meridians.
His body-strengthening technique dispersed his qi and blood throughout his body, making his meridians like a lake, thus slowing down and enveloping the internal force, preventing it from causing immediate serious injury.
However, he was not yet proficient in the techniques of internal force.
The mental guidance was unfamiliar, and the spiraling flow of qi and blood was sluggish. The hidden force circulated twice in the body before it was barely sent back. By the time it returned, most of its power had dissipated. When it struck the white-robed man's palm, it only made him sway slightly.
The man in white raised an eyebrow and immediately followed with a second palm strike.
Lin Mu received another palm strike. The internal force was still slow to return, but the residual internal force caused blood to seep from the corner of his mouth.
With a series of blows, the man in white robes gained the upper hand.
Of the hidden energy he injected into Lin Mu's body, only a small portion was returned; the majority remained within Lin Mu's meridians.
Lin Mu's face grew paler and paler.
But he has no intention of backing down.
By the tenth strike, Lin Mu had finally grasped the key.
His intention was no longer rigid, but rather flowed like water, guiding the hidden force in the direction he wanted to attack.
The spiraling pathways of Qi and blood became smoother and smoother, transforming from a stumbling hemp rope into a smooth silk thread.
The hidden force injected by the white-robed man entered the body, but was enveloped by the Qi and blood lake, and guided by his will, it was sent back from the palm along a spiral path.
This time, the force returned was much more solid. When the white-robed man received the palm, his arm trembled slightly, and his eyes changed.
The fourteenth palm strike.
Lin Mu's return speed was gradually catching up with the speed at which the white-robed man struck.
The subtle force enters the body, envelops, guides, and returns in one smooth motion, like a shuttle on a loom, moving back and forth.
Each time they clashed palms, the force that the white-robed man injected would be intercepted, twisted, and sent back by Lin Mu.
The man in the white robe began to sense something was wrong.
The force of his returning palm strikes grew heavier and heavier, each strike carrying the residual power of the previous ones.
He had to devote more energy to neutralizing the attack, which slowed down his palm strikes.
Lin Mu did not slow down; in fact, he began to speed up.
The twentieth palm strike.
The white-robed man's blood vessels ruptured, and blood splattered everywhere.
His right arm began to tremble, and the veins in his forearm bulged out one by one, like a taut rope.
He tried to withdraw his palm, but Lin Mu's palm followed him like a shadow, pressing against him again and again.
Each palm strike felt like a small vortex being injected into his body.
The thirtieth palm strike.
The man in the white robe spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground.
The force he had injected into Lin Mu's body and then sent back finally exceeded his limit of neutralization, causing countless tiny spinning tops to explode within his meridians.
His right arm froze in mid-air, his fingers spasming, and he staggered back two steps before his knees buckled and he knelt down, no longer moving.
At this moment, Lin Mu also had blood on the corner of his mouth, and he was panting heavily with his hands supporting his knees.
After a short while, the man in white knelt on the ground, head bowed, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth, nostrils, and ears, spreading a small patch of dark red on the yellow earth.
He convulsed, then collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud.
Lin Mu squatted down and groped the man in white for a while.
He pulled out a bronze plaque from his waist, about the size of his palm, with the character "驭" (yù, meaning to control or control) engraved on the front and several spiral patterns on the back.
There was also a small porcelain bottle in the sleeve pocket, with the words "Qi Xue Dan" (Qi and Blood Pill) written in small characters on it.
There were also more than ten taels of loose silver.
He buried the bronze plaque under a tree not far away, tucked the porcelain bottle into his pocket, and walked towards the newly rented courtyard.
Lin Mu pushed open the courtyard gate, and the pear tree in the courtyard cast a sparse shadow under the moonlight.
He had just sat down on the stone bench when the gate to the neighboring courtyard creaked open.
Lin Youfu, wearing an outer robe, poked his head out, holding a bowl of hot water in his hand.
"Brother Mu? You're back so late."
Lin Youfu's voice was sleepy, yet also tinged with concern.
"Um."
Seeing that Lin Mu didn't intend to say anything more, he pulled his outer robe tighter, turned around, and went back into the house.
As soon as Lin Youfu left, Lin Mu began to circulate his body-tempering technique.
He tried to use his mind to guide his qi and blood to condense into a spiral, but he failed.
It seems that hidden strength is hidden strength, and cannot be simulated by manifest strength.
At most, he can only use someone else's strength against them, exchanging blood for blood.
He closed his eyes and brought up the booklet. The booklet glowed faintly, and the words slowly appeared.
[Long Wind Fist: Minor Success 33/100]
[Body Tempering Technique: Beginner 88/100]
[Wind-Controlling Gun: Xiao Cheng 10/100]
My body tempering skills have improved significantly, thanks to the repeated endurance and mitigation I experienced tonight.
The Wind-Riding Spear skill jumps directly to the Lesser Mastery stage.
After all, he had used the white-robed man's internal energy to travel the Wind-Controlling Spear path within his body all night; it would be hard for him not to have done it.
......
The next day, despite his injuries, Lin Mu went to the martial arts gym to practice as usual.
Senior Brother Zhou and Junior Brother Liu had already started practicing standing meditation and chatting.
"Have you heard?"
"Um?"
"The Wind Riders suffered heavy losses last night."
"A Ming Jin expert was fighting in the Ming Jin cage at the Chang Le gambling house when he was killed by an owl."
"The leader of the White Tiger Hall, while tracking the owl, also died outside Xihe Town. It is said that his meridians were severed and his death was extremely gruesome."
"It is said that Ling Feng, the leader of the Wind Riding Gang, is furious and is on his way to the inner city."
"He's a master of internal energy transformation."
"Another bloody battle is about to begin."
......
For the next three days, Lin Mu lived a life of going back and forth between two points.
From the courtyard to the martial arts school, and from the martial arts school back to the courtyard.
He dared not go to the Chang Le gambling den, for fear of being recognized.
Although he always wore an owl mask, Zhao Rong knew his true identity.
If the leader of the Wind Riding Gang were to come in person, would Zhao Rong still keep his secret in the face of pressure from a Transformation Realm expert?
In addition, he would have his senior brother apply a few strands of hidden force to him every day before returning to the courtyard.
He took it back and pondered it, hoping to succeed in overcoming the obstacle as soon as possible.
Ming Jin (明劲) remains at the bottom of the food chain among martial artists.
......
On the fourth day, Ling Feng, the leader of the Yufeng Gang, led more than a dozen gang members straight to the Changfeng Martial Arts Hall.
They came in aggressively, each with swords at their waist and cold, sharp eyes.
The leader was a middle-aged man in his forties, tall and slender, wearing a dark blue robe with a silver ribbon tied around his waist, and his hands behind his back.
His face was angular, with high cheekbones and deep-set eyes. His eyes, like those of a hawk, swept over everyone in the courtyard.
He is none other than Ling Feng, the leader of the Wind Control Gang and a master of the Transformation Realm.
When a master of the Transformation Realm arrived, Master Hu rushed over from the inner courtyard, followed by his eldest disciple.
The owner glanced at the newcomer and cupped his hands in greeting: "Chief Ling."
"I wouldn't dare."
Ling Feng returned the greeting, but his gaze bypassed the master and landed on the disciples in the courtyard.
"I have come here today with great prestige because I have heard that your esteemed institution has a disciple named Lin Mu, who, despite his Ming Jin cultivation, defeated an An Jin master from the Fierce Tiger Martial Arts School."
"Ling has always admired heroic young men, and he specially arranged for his gang members to make friends through martial arts."
He spoke casually, but with such a grand display, who would believe him?
Therefore, the innkeeper declined, saying, "My unworthy disciple won by sheer luck that day."
"Zhao Lie had just broken through to the Dark Force realm, and perhaps he hadn't adapted to the power of the Dark Force realm yet, which is why Lin Mu took advantage of the situation."