Chapter 11 (2/2)

He rubbed his nose while being extremely puzzled:

‘Could it be that my luck is good up to such an extent that my physique is extremely compatible with Rolling Boulder Fist as well?’

‘Even if this is the case, this speed is just too frightening.’

After hesitating for a bit, he eventually laid down the Rolling Boulder’s notes, which seemed a thousand jin in weight, and picked up the other martial skill, Silk Palm.

His fingers lightly caressed the notes as he pondered over it word by word.

He was certain that he hadn’t touched this martial skill before, furthermore, he’d only been in touch with a water-type cultivation technique for merely two days, however, he didn’t know why, but the contents of the Silk Palm felt extremely familiar to him, as if he’d cultivated in this martial skill beforehand.

He Yiming’s mouth slightly twitched. He was sure that he hadn’t gone insane, rather he truly understood the contents of this martial skill just by looking, and even understood it in depth. This was mere feeling, however, this feeling was extremely strong and real.

He Yiming laid down the book with a strange face and walked up to the middle of the room. The Internal Energy in his body immediately began to circulate corresponding to the water type cultivation technique, and his body began to move in a demonic manner.

Rolling Boulder Fist and Silk Palm were two distinct techniques. One emphasized on soft and flexible defense, and attack while defending; being extremely effective in attacking by borrowing strength from the opponent. While the other was offense centralized masculine kind of technique; while confronting an opponent, one would be able to become extremely imposing, causing the opponent to not being able to display his full strength.

As He Yiming began to exhibit Silk Palm, bizarre sounds began echoing in the entire room, seeming like hisses of a viper. Ordinary people would have been scared witless by such sounds. Furthermore, Yiming’s complexion turned heavy. Although his movements seemed soft, relaxed, and didn’t seem as powerful as that of the Boulder Rolling Fist, however, the force of air that was slowly rising up in the room didn’t seem the least bit inferior in comparison.

Suddenly, He Yiming hurriedly took several steps as if riding on a wind-fire ball, and instantly arrived at the location where he’d recently made that dent, before emitting out a lightly fluttering palmprint.

There wasn’t any sound, however, when He Yiming’s palm moved up, right next to the original dent, there was another dent.

These two dents hardly seemed any different, however, their appearance seemed somewhat different.

The depression caused by the Rolling Boulder Fist was somewhat distorted. The area of the dent seemed a little bigger. This was the result of an instantaneous explosion of a strong destructive power. While the depression caused due to Silk Palm was smoother and was a bit ahead in terms of depth.

As He Yiming looked at such depression marks in this seemingly impossible to penetrate flexible-wall, he felt quite regretful. If he’d learned any of these two skills before his encounter with the fox bear, he would have definitely caused that big fellow begging for death in a single strike.

‘This is the might of a martial skill. If one could bring out full potential of a martial skill, even challenging someone of higher level might not be completely impossible.’

‘But if I don’t remember wrong, be it father or elder brother, they both said that cultivation of martial skills is not easier than the cultivation of the Internal Energy at all. They even said that it was simply too hard. Sometimes, bringing forth the full might of a certain kind of martial skill is even difficult than advancing in levels of the Internal Energy.’

He Yiming scratched his head. He couldn’t understand at all. This was considered extremely hard?

After cultivating Silk Palm, He Yiming was certain about one thing: He had truly been able to display the might of these two techniques up to their peaks.

Because he’d been to his third brother’s training room. He’d seen his third brother training with his own eyes, furthermore, he’d also seen the impressions in that room’s wall.

In his opinion, both, his third brother’s training process and the impressions on the wall, were inferior to that of him.

This was not an excessive faith in himself, but an extremely impartial a.s.sessment. Though, he knew that if this a.s.sessment leaked out, what awaited him would certainly not be anything good.

Because he would be absolutely incapable of explaining how could he cultivate two martial skills to the peak within a single day. Although this was only up to the apex of the sixth layer, it was already an extremely extraordinary feat. Moreover, these were two differently attributed martial skills. Even though He Yiming was ignorant, he knew that probability of such a feat happening was much less than the chance of him running into a fox bear in the mountains.

He was feeling apprehensive. Improvement in strength was definitely a good thing, however, in his opinion, this good thing was also a burden which was hard to bear.

He had thought about informing these things to his elders, however, he gave up on doing so. He knew that such a condition of his body was too strange.

He was vaguely aware that this change had some connection with his strange encounter at the lake. After that day, his feats could no longer be covered with the word ‘genius’, if one insisted on looking for a word to describe his feats, that would be ‘devilish’.

And this was also the true reason he absolutely didn’t dare to open his mouth….

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