Chapter 456 - Third Attempt to Climb the Qilin Mountain (1/2)
The Wukong Technique was the first martial art of choice of almost all paleo martial artists after stepping into the realm of a master.
Flying in the sky… this had always been mankind’s dream for thousands of years.
Even paleo martial artists of the master realm could hardly resist the temptation of flying.
Often, the ability to fly in the sky represented that a martial artist had stepped into the realm of martial dao master.
The longer Hashimoto Nagashiro spent with Qin Fen, the luckier he felt for not being in the same era as Qin Fen.
Qin Fen only took a single day to learn the Wukong Technique, which could complete mankind’s dream of flight.
Hashimoto Nagashiro had heard of someone taking just a day to take off the ground using Wukong Technique but he had never heard of anyone getting very skilled in it in just one day.
An entire week, Hashimoto Nagashiro still remembered that it took him an entire week to master the Wukong Technique and fly freely and skillfully. Qin Fen, on the other hand, had taken less than two days.
In martial arts, just a second difference was a huge thing. If one could pull a gap of a few days, only a martial artist could tell how huge a difference it was.
“Kid, you are really a monster.” Hashimoto Nagashiro, sitting in half-lotus position, looked at the landing Qin Fen. “You can fly so freely in such a short time.”
As Qin Fen’s feet touched the ground, he shook his head lightly. Such a free flight might be very skillful in the eyes of ordinary people but in a real fight between martial artists, there was a huge difference in its effectiveness.
A fifteen-star Main-Star level martial artist might belong to the ranks of martial dao master, but they could not use Wukong Technique quickly enough because of their true energy,
At least before Thundersteps, the Wukong Technique of a fifteen-star martial artist was not much different than a turtle crawling.
Such speed might block Qilin’s second finger sword but what about a third, or fourth, or fifth, sixth, seventh, or eighth finger sword?
How could a martial art like Godly Fists be used only for defense? Qin Fen’s Godly Fists was based on offense. A strong offense had always been the best defense in the world.
Having exchanged moves with the Earth’s strongest, Qilin, twice, Qin Fen discovered that his gains from the intense fight were no less inferior than when he had fought with Bae Seong-Joon and Kyokushin Kouten.
“I need to be faster, the faster the better.”
Qin Fen, sitting in the lotus position, pondered earnestly. Simulating Origin Suppressing Vajra Art was one option but I need to use both methods at the same time. In addition, I need to divide my attention to fight at the same time, dividing my attention in three ways. I really need to train it for a certain period of time.
On the mountainside of Qilin Mountain, Song Zhenting stared at Qin Fen at the foot of the mountain for a few seconds before turning around and disappearing into the woods, leaving a faint whisper lingering in the air, “It seems that he will go up the mountain again soon.”
“Qin Fen is here?”
Song Jia opened her eyes and jumped down the futon. The lilac cheongsam she was wearing perfectly outlined her shapely figure.
This year, not only had Song Jia’s star-class improved again and again after entering the strength outbreak period but she had also grown more mature and attractive than before with her age. Her extremely attractive tall and slender figure could be seen in her cheongsam.
“He is.” Apart from the doting look in Song Zhenting’s eyes, there was a faint joy as well. “However, he has already been knocked down the mountain unconscious by your grandpa twice.”
At this moment, the video of Qin Fen’s previous fight played in the middle of Song Jia’s room. The video of the two battles added together spanned over just a few seconds but the scene of fierce battle was enough to make Song Jia cluck her tongue.
During this year, Song Jia had worked very hard to promote her star-class; apart from growing strong enough to resist her Grandpa, she also didn’t want to be thrown far behind by Qin Fen. But she had never thought that Qin Fen’s strength would have reached such a level already.
“Ah…” Watching a knocked out Qin Fen drawing an arc in the air before rolling down the mountain finally, Song Jia could not help but gasp in worry. Her pretty eyebrows moved closer to the center of her forehead quickly as her cherry red lips parted, “Why is Grandpa being so hard? What a bully! I am not satisfied…”
Switching his gaze between his cute daughter and Qin Fen in the projection, Song Zhenting clenched his fists hard unknowingly; a bit of dissatisfaction on his face. Qin Fen has not learned any witchcraft, has he? Normally, nobody can enter my daughter’s eyes but her heart has been stolen by this kid. When Father is done with him, if he isn’t dead, I will have to beat him up a few times as well! I need to beat him up for taking my lovely daughter, who I have raised like a flower, from me.
“Dad, how is Qin Fen now?”
Song Zhenting, looking at Song Jia’s nervous look, sighed in his heart again. A girl really favors an outsider over her relatives after she grows up! No! Next time, I would beat him first before Father even makes a move!
“He is still alive, very alive and kicking.” Song Zhenting, looking at his daughter Song Jia putting her heart to rest, hated Qin Fen even more so. How could a father watch his daughter, whom he had raised with great care, who used to only care about her father, show much concern about another man?
“I think he will be going up the mountain again very soon.”
Song Zhenting crackled his fingers, which meant he could not wait to rush down the mountain and beat Qin Fen up.
At the foot of the mountain, Qin Fen’s fine hair stood erect suddenly. He immediately opened his slightly closed eyes and searched for the source of the sudden hostility.