Chapter 11 (1/2)

Book 1 - What Is A Genius

Chapter 11 - Peak Of The Battle Skills?

Translated by:

toomuchnoob

In He family, every directly-related member of the younger generation had an underground bas.e.m.e.nt beneath their courtyards, precisely for the training of martial skills.

He Yiming opened his bas.e.m.e.nt. Although this was not his first time entering the bas.e.m.e.nt, this time, his heart was racing because this was the first time he’d come here to practice martial skills.

He didn’t immediately commence his training, instead, he took out the notes of Rolling Boulder Fist and carefully revised them to confirm that he’d everything in his mind. Subsequently, he placed his copied notes inside a special iron cupboard.

He Yiming retreated several steps and adopted a stance, before executing the contents of the Rolling Boulder Fist.

His Internal Energy instantaneously rushed into his palms. His both arms were crisscrossed, and he was continuously waving them one after another, at the same time, his body was also swaying according to a certain width. The Rolling Boulder Fist was definitely not the best battle skill in terms of offensive strength, however, in terms of continuous a.s.sault, it was unmatched and unrivaled in the metal-type battle skills.

If one could make full use of this skill, his entire being would surge towards the opponent like a huge rolling boulder. Especially, during contact with the opponent, if the opponent couldn’t suppress it within a short duration, it would keep on intensifying until it had struck the opponent down.

Rolling Boulder Fist had many sequences of movements, however, at the sixth layer, one could only train in a single sequence.

He Yiming was training at the center of the bas.e.m.e.nt. Sometimes striking with his crisscrossed and bent arms at his front, while sometimes opening his arms wide and brandis.h.i.+ng them in a circular manner. The entire room was echoing with the howling winds produced by his fists.

At this moment, his thoughts were completely fixed on this extraordinary battle skill. His Internal Energy was violently surging and was being drained away as if water from an open dam.

‘Ha…..Ha…’

Along with He Yiming’s continuous sequential movements, the winds produced by his fists were getting increasingly fierce. After completing the sequence once, He Yiming didn’t stop, instead, he increased the pace of his movements. Furthermore, the sequence of movements and the Internal Energy’s coordination attained a kind of extremely subtle state. The two mutually complemented each other, causing He Yiming to have a comfortable feeling like that of a fish obtaining water.

Eventually, He Yiming reached a corner of the room. At this point, by chance, he’d just finished the sequence again. With his body and mind fully immersed in training, going with the flow, his fist resolutely struck ahead.

With a bang sound, his fist heavily struck the flexible special wall of the room, causing a shallow dent to immediately appear at that spot.

He Yiming, as if awakening from a dream, returned back from his battle ambit and tongue-tied looked at the depression in front of him, as if not being able to convince himself that this was his masterpiece.

One should know this location had been specially constructed by the Family Master as a training ground for the young seedlings. The surface was molded with steel, being flexible and extremely tough. It was specially constructed for the younger generation to train in martial skills and test their cultivation.

Not to mention He Yiming had just advanced to the sixth layer, even if his Internal Energy had attained the apex of the sixth layer, he might not have been able to leave behind such a depression.

He looked at his fist. It was a little red and swelled up. He Yiming’s brows slightly creased, and his Internal Energy immediately switched to water type of Ripple technique. Layer upon layer, Internal Energy flowed through the meridians in his fist. After a short while, the swelling on his fist began to subside.

He again looked at the depression in front of him and was secretly alarmed in his heart. Being able to accomplish such a feat using the sixth layer Internal Energy, only had a single explanation: bringing forth the might of the battle skill to the fullest.

As he thought up to here, his mind turned blank.

He’d just recently began to practice this metal-type technique, could it be that, in such a short amount of time period, he’d been able to cultivate this cla.s.s of martial skill to the peak?

When ordinary cultivators came into contact with a martial skill of some cla.s.s, they would first carefully a.n.a.lyze and train, only then they would slowly begin to master it. Furthermore, the might of the martial skill they could bring forth would slowly increase along with their training, only then they would finally be able to reach the peak.

However, He Yiming’s circ.u.mstances seemed somewhat different. After little hesitation, he opened his copied notes and immediately looked at the description written at the top:

The peak effect of the sixth layer Rolling Boulder Fist: Capable of leaving behind depressions on pure steel.

Now He Yiming was certain that he’d displayed the optimum might of this martial skill.