140 Martial Arts Battle (2/2)
”Such arrogance!” The bald old man snorted angrily. This youth did not know what was good for him! If so, then don't blame him.
Mo Wen couldn't care less about making small talk. With a flick of his hand, he used the essence of The Heaven and Earth Great Shift to summon back all the Silver Serpent Freezing Pin that were flying around. The twelve silver pins immediately returned to his hand.
The next moment a silhouette flashed past and appeared in front of the bald old man. Two flows of Inner Qi, one hot and one cold, seeped out. With a furious punch, the roar of dragons and tiger sounded, followed by a terrifying pressure which clashed against the bald old man.
The bald old man chuckled coldly. Mo Wen dared to match fists with him? He sure was reckless.
The youth chose not to use his hidden weapons. This caused him to relax somewhat. He reinvigorated all the Inner Qi in his body and forcefully matched Mo Wen's fist.
As the blows collided, the two silhouettes shook for a moment. Mo Wen then took three steps back, and the bald old man only took a step back.
But just with that, the bald old man was shocked speechless. With just the cultivation of the Sea of Qi realm, he could actually release such a powerful punch. It was incredible. With his cultivation level's advantage and facing Mo Wen head on, he actually didn't manage to gain an advantage.
”That's all you've got?” Mo Wen's lips curled into a cold smile. That first punch was but a test. In reality, Mo Wen's cultivation was only at the intermediate stage of the Sea of Qi realm. However, because he was practising three different martial arts techniques, his Inner Qi was comparable to the pinnacle of the Sea of Qi realm.
”You want to die?” The bald old man bawled, losing his temper from the humiliation. He took a step forward; his figure rose like an eagle for a moment, then he dropped firmly from mid-air, ”Square Fist!”
The surrounding air suddenly tightened, seemingly sealed off from the surroundings in a square space. It totally enclosed Mo Wen in it. A simple fist, yet inclusive of the essence of countless martial art realms.
”Higher rank martial arts!” Mo Wen raised his eyebrows. It was his first encounter with an ancient martial art practitioner who could display higher rank martial arts.
All martial arts that could be considered of higher rank had some special effects. Taking Mo Wen's Overlord Fist as an example, it had the effect of pressuring one's mental state. The strength of the fist was overpowering and unstoppable.
The martial arts displayed by the bald old man was also a higher rank named the Square Fist. It seemed to have the ability to seal off space. Once it was put to use, it would be hard for the enemy to escape from the shroud of the Square Fist.
But all martial arts that could be considered to be higher rank were rare and precious. Normal ancient factions would not have inherited such deep and profound martial arts. The Zhou Clan's Manor house leader Elder Zhou' cultivation level was at the Qi Nucleation realm, but he had never practiced higher ranked martial arts.
Mo Wen felt a surge of interest. He knew very little about this world's ancient martial arts factions and had never encountered this world's martial arts teachings. He wanted to know, between the two worlds, which one had more abundant and advanced martial arts teachings.
He had not displayed any martial arts teaching when he faced the bald old man. Instead, in the space of an inch, he used Inch Travel Steps.
The Square Fist technique did not allow for the opponent to have the opportunity to dodge. If so, he would purposely run in the opposite direction. With the essence of the Inch Travel Steps, he could easily negate the effect of the opponent's martials arts.
Only by contesting could martial art teachings be improved. And Mo Wen was an expert of this way. An inch under the step was equal to a thousand miles on the ground.
Mo Wen's silhouette kept flickering with an inch of space; sometimes up, sometimes down, sometimes left, sometimes right. His afterimages were visible and then disappeared, and once again disappeared then reappeared.
No matter how the bald old man's Square Fist sealed off the space, he could not seal Mo Wen in. Punch after punch, he could not even graze Mo Wen's side.
”Brat, do you dare face me head on? What meaning is there in dodging? Are you a tortoise?” The bald old man could not stand it anymore. Using the Square Fist consumed a lot of Inner Qi. It hadn't been long, but he had already drained his Inner Qi by half. His breathing was starting to become ragged.
Mo Wen on the other hand looked like he was having a casual walk in the yard. His breathing was steady. If this continued, with one expending continuously while another maintained his strength, the old man would surely lose to Mo Wen.
”You think I do not dare to face you head on?” Mo Wen's silhouette flashed past and he moved five feet horizontally, just enough to dodge a fist from the bald old man. He lifted the corner of his mouth. Surprisingly he stopped hiding; instead he stood on the spot, poised.
The bald old man's lips curled to form a sneer. He displayed the Square Fist again and smashed towards Mo Wen forcefully.
The youth was young after all; he was still too inexperienced. He thought just because he was not at disadvantage just now after exchanging a punch with him head on, he could take him down.
Before this, he was just punching casually. He didn't display his martial arts. But now, after he used the Square Fist, the power of his attack doubled. It was not something a mere Sea of Qi realm martial art practitioner could stand against.
He had already started imagining the scene where the youth was sent flying by his punch, vomiting blood.
But Mo Wen smiled strangely. He suddenly folded his hands together. Two streams of Qi, one cold and one hot, slowly merged…