Chapter 485 - 144: Heavy Snow in the Human World, Perfect for Returning Home (1/2)

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What happens in Chapter 485 of "Why do I have so many masters?"? Wang Anfeng had always maintained his skills in fist and palm martial arts. He started learning... Read on to find out!

Wang Anfeng had always maintained his skills in fist and palm martial arts. He started learning martial arts with the Shaolin Changquan at Shaolin Temple and later focused on mastering the Prajna Palm. Over the years, he diligently practiced, his mastery of these techniques becoming increasingly profound, yet different from the common philosophies of fist techniques such as the Heavenly Thunder Fist created by Libai. This martial art could hardly be considered a fist technique. Although it included moves for breaking and countering attacks, the core concept involved channeling the martial artist's finely honed Gang Thunder Force into the opponent's internal organs, gradually accumulating it, and then releasing the force collected from three, five, or even ten punches in one breath, bursting forth from within, destroying the opponent's defenses. This fist technique was called Heavenly Thunder because it resembled natural thunder: tremendous, gathering strength over time, and erupting in an instant. During the second month's festival, when all things are shocked into motion at the sound of thunder, awakening insects from hibernation, known as Jingzhe. In Copper Man Lane, Wang Anfeng executed a movement technique, advancing using the steps he learned from Xue Qinshuang, controlling the opponent's tendons with his palm, as his right hand first retracted towards his abdomen. His eyes slightly widened, with a faint flash of thunderlight in his pupils. He let out a low shout, delivering a series of heavy punches without any flair, hitting directly on the opponent's chest, producing a dull sound. This opponent was much weaker than those Wang Anfeng typically faced, by more than thirty percent. Otherwise, he would not have been able to control the opponent's body without using Inner Strength, with a series of more than ten heavy punches landing directly on the man in yellow, his internal Thunder Vigor flowing freely, all channeled into his body, and as the last punch struck, Wang Anfeng swiftly retreated. The man in yellow almost instinctively reached out, trying to grab Wang Anfeng's arms. He clearly had a profound understanding of boxing, his arms swinging like two yellow snakes, with a shadowy, sticky feeling, but just as he started his move, he stiffened, losing the proper form and twisting awkwardly. He failed to catch Wang Anfeng as he intended. Wang Anfeng retreated to a distance of five steps away and took a deep breath. His right palm hung low, and with the last trace of Thunder Vigor flickering between his fingers, he suddenly raised his left hand as the opponent attacked, grabbing his right wrist and pulling him off balance with a move called "Grasping Sparrow's Tail." At the same time, he stepped forward with his left foot, and his right fist struck out, perfectly hitting the opponent's waist. Although Master Ying and the Ancient Taoist forbade him from using his original martial arts, it was only the specific techniques and Vigorous Qi that were banned; his experience and instincts remained. The man in yellow stiffened instantly. Wang Anfeng could almost hear the sound of muffled thunder, resonating from within the man's chest and abdomen. With his ample combat experience, he naturally wouldn't miss such an excellent opportunity. He spread his palm and grabbed the opponent's neck, a slight exhale of Vigorous Qi shattering the man's throat bone. The once lively martial artist instantly crumbled like fine sand slipping through Wang Anfeng's fingers. A massive sound echoed through Copper Man Lane. seaʀᴄh thё Nôvel(F)ire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Challenge successful…" Wang Anfeng relaxed, exhaling deeply and straightening up, faintly feeling a bit of fatigue. The outcome of the battle seemed good, but the Thunder Vigor inside him had been completely exhausted, all for just this one opportunity of victory. This level of opponent would usually not last thirty exchanges under his hand on normal days and would not consume nearly as much energy. "Ultimately, it's because my level of Gang Thunder Force cultivation is too low…" Wang Anfeng looked at his right hand as his fingers slightly clenched. Had the Thunder Vigor he emitted just now been strong enough, even a martial artist would not have survived the brutal force of internal explosion, resulting in severe injuries instead of just being paralyzed and unable to move. His visit to Copper Man Lane was just for the cultivation of the Lei Dao martial arts; now that the Gang Thunder Force inside him was exhausted, staying any longer would not be beneficial, so he simply turned around and left Copper Man Lane. As he walked out, he saw Ci Yuan standing outside, his expression serene, apparently having waited for quite a while. Wang Anfeng felt a slight shock and quickly walked up to greet him. Ci Yuan nodded and then motioned for Wang Anfeng to follow him. The two walked side by side for a while before the monk spoke softly, "How goes your training?" Wang Anfeng thought for a moment, replying, "I should be able to handle an average Seventh Rank Martial Artist." "If the opponent is slightly stronger, it's hard to say. If I can close the distance and channel the Thunder Vigor into his body, I should be able to take him down, but the process is difficult." Ci Yuan nodded his head, smiling without a word. After a moment, Wang Anfeng added, "Master, is it possible to incorporate external Vigorous Qi into the Prajna Palm?" "If I could infuse Thunder Vigor into it while using the Prajna Palm against an enemy, it should allow for many more variations." There was another reason. The core of the Heavenly Thunder Fist passed down by Libai lay in the manipulation and variability of Thunder Vigor, with nothing particularly special in the techniques themselves, much less comparable to the Prajna Palm. Ci Yuan chanted a Buddhist mantra and stopped, looking at Wang Anfeng gently and saying, "Why not?" "However, you must accomplish this task yourself." .....................… According to Hong Luoyu, this was Wang Anfeng creating work for himself. In the world of martial arts, the most powerful and significant aspect is not the outward form of the techniques but the changes in Inner Strength hidden beneath each punch and kick, whether forceful or yielding. A mix of these creates the wonderfully intricate martial arts techniques. Even for the Prajna Palm, the true core lies in the use of Inner Qi mixed with Palm Force. If judged only on the finesse of the techniques, the overall level of the martial arts routine would drop significantly, transforming from the number one Palm Technique in Zen Buddhism into a set of finely crafted, yet fundamentally weaker, martial arts techniques. What Wang Anfeng planned to do now was to try dismantling the original Palm Technique of Prajna and replace it with that of the Heavenly Thunder Fist. "From now on, just call it the Heavenly Thunder Prajna Palm." Hong Luoyu floated in the air, utterly bored as he watched Wang Anfeng ponder the palm technique. Wang Anfeng appeared solemn, yet his movements were anything but smooth, resembling a complete outsider, somewhat stiff. Raising his hand and stepping forward, a light palm strike went down, seemingly inconspicuous. But then came a sound like the muffled thunder of an autumn day. Hong Luoyu shrank his neck. This deceptive palm technique brought back some unpleasant memories for him. He watched Wang Anfeng, like a novice, diligently breaking down the technique and then trying to softly integrate the Thunder Vigor of the Heavenly Thunder Fist, smacking his lips in the process. He felt that this palm technique had a flavor of Shaolin. "So, it might as well be called 'Watch Your Mother, Then Smear Your Face with Thunder Palm Technique'..." "Shaolin, thieving baldies, damn sharp monks." Hong Luoyu muttered to himself softly. Below, Wang Anfeng, who was practicing the palm technique, did not notice, focusing entirely on the martial arts under his hands. With his right palm chopping upward, vigorous Qi within, it followed with a dull thunderous roar after breaking the air. Picking up the Gang Thunder Force to cultivate again was utterly exhilarating, as if he had been practicing it for a long time, giving him a profoundly familiar feeling, thus advancing rapidly. Wang Anfeng racked his brain but could not find any reason, and could only assume that his cultivation had already surpassed Longmen, reaching the Middle Third Rank, making it much easier to re-cultivate this set of Lei Dao techniques prepared by Master Li Bo. Moreover, since this martial art was personally created by Master Li Bo for him, it was only natural that his own cultivation went smoothly. In any case, it was a good thing. Great Qin, Great Yuan Era, the third year, the twenty-first day of the twelfth lunar month. Heavy snowfall. Under the almost tearful gaze of Zhou Gang, Wang Anfeng, who had stayed at the inn for about ten days, finally had his fill of the flatbread here and decided it was time to leave. When he came, he followed the Qingyang merchant group, carrying nothing but a knapsack and a dead branch in hand. Initially, he swung the branch a couple of times in the courtyard as if it were a sword, but in the last two days, he had grown too lazy to touch it, spending the whole day locked inside his room without a clue what he was up to. When leaving, Zhou Gang was exceptionally enthusiastic, personally escorting Wang Anfeng out of the inn. At the inn's entrance, the honest shopkeeper even tried to persuade him to stay: "Sir, it's heavily snowing today; why not stay a bit longer?" Wang Anfeng, holding the dead branch, looked up at the vast, endless snowfall, and with a smile that was not quite a smile, looked at Zhou Gang and said: "Since you insist so courteously, I see no harm in staying a few more days." Zhou Gang's scalp tingled, his mouth opened but no words came out, only an awkward laugh. Wang Anfeng did not continue to press further. He looked up at the heavy snow, exhaled a breath, fiddled with the dead branch in his hand, and casually tossed it onto the ground, where it sank into the snow with a soft sound. Zhou Gang's gaze unconsciously followed the falling branch, and when he looked up again, Wang Anfeng was no longer in sight, just vast swathes of northern wind-driven snow rising against the wind. His green robe fluttered like an eagle soaring into the sky, disappearing in the blink of an eye. Zhou Gang stood there dazed, the piercingly cold wind-driven snow hitting his face like knives. Suddenly, his heart clenched painfully, as if a giant hand which could knock out a pig pressed against his chest, yet he still felt breathless. He nearly wanted to cry out loud. He originally thought this lord had just advanced to the Seventh Rank. But the scene before him clearly showed that this lord was even higher by a half, and given his age, it wouldn't be surprising at all if he reached the prestigious Middle Third Rank with some luck. Had he really let such a big opportunity slip through his fingers? With a slight twitch of his mouth, Zhou Gang raised his hand and slapped himself hard, grieving. That's for being greedy. That's for being foolish! Such a golden opportunity, and not even a bit of it was grasped. Losing all presence of mind, Zhou Gang walked back inside, clueless about what the servers were saying, and pushed open the room Wang Anfeng had stayed in. He looked around, and his body suddenly stiffened. "This, this is..." Only half of a scripture was written in bold strokes on the wall. This was indeed a very heavy snow. It seemed almost to envelope the entire world, the whole of Jianghu, with a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere, presenting a much cleaner appearance. Wang Anfeng walked on air, covering a thousand miles in an instant. Because of his speed, his black hair whipped behind him, continuously rushing for several hours as the day gradually darkened, yet the snow still did not stop. Looking ahead, mountains meandered like serpents, and farther away, the lights of the mortal world twinkled like stars. Wang Anfeng exhaled a breath of white air. "Wangxian County, I'm back..." PS: Presenting the first update of the day...

Chapter 485 - 144: Heavy Snow in the Human World, Perfect for Returning Home (1/2)

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