Immortality begins in Goose City

Chapter 10 Practice

With a bitter face, Zhang Hu walked helplessly to the open space in the center of the room and barely managed to assume the starting stance of the "Crushing Mountain Fist," but his movements were stiff and his eyes were unfocused.

Without saying much, Huang Shujian stepped forward and delivered a standard Mountain-Crushing Fist straight to Zhang Hu's chest.

He only used 70% of his strength in that punch, and the speed wasn't particularly fast.

However, before the fist even touched Zhang Hu's clothes, Zhang Hu felt as if he had been struck hard by an invisible gust of wind.

With an exaggerated cry of "Ah!", both feet left the ground, and the whole person stumbled backward, flailing their arms and legs as they did a somersault before crashing heavily to the ground with a thud.

He lay on the ground, clutching his chest, grinning and flattering, "Ouch! Young...Young Master, what excellent boxing skills!"

"The force of the punch was so fierce, it sent the little guy flying from a distance!"

"Young Master's martial arts are unparalleled! I humbly admit defeat!"

Huang Shujian's face instantly darkened.

"I'll say it one last time." His voice turned cold. "No need to hold back. I want a real sparring match."

Seeing Huang Shujian's icy gaze, Zhang Hu trembled in fear, quickly scrambled to his feet, and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Young Master, please calm down!"

"I...I did my best to defend myself, but your punch was too powerful, young master! I really couldn't withstand it!"

"Young master's martial arts are superb, this humble servant..."

Zhao Long's heart skipped a beat. He stepped forward, pulled aside his cousin who was still incessantly flattering him, and then solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute to Huang Shujian:

"Young master, since that's the case, then... I'll have to apologize!"

His eyes narrowed, and his entire demeanor suddenly changed!

There was no longer any timidity or flattery, but instead a focused and sharp demeanor.

With his back straight, fists one in front of the other, he began with a standard Mountain-Crushing Fist, his gaze fixed intently on Huang Shujian.

Huang Shujian nodded and adopted the same stance: "Come on!"

"call!"

Zhao Long didn't hesitate any longer and darted out like a cheetah!

A punch was thrown out, as fast as an arrow released from a bow, with a clear whooshing sound, aimed straight at Huang Shujian's face!

The force of the punch hit my face, and I even felt a slight stinging sensation.

Huang Shujian immediately blocked with his arm, using the Iron Fence move.

"Bang!"

The arm collided with the fist, producing a dull thud.

Huang Shujian felt a numbness in his forearm, and a solid force penetrated his body, causing him to sway slightly.

Such incredible power!

No wonder he has opened all three orifices and mastered the art of boxing!

The two instantly engaged in combat.

Fists flashed and feet moved nimbly.

Zhao Long's boxing skills were superb, and his attacks were continuous. Sometimes he would strike directly, sometimes he would strike with a sudden burst, and sometimes he would smash horizontally, fully demonstrating the power and speed of the Bengshan Fist.

Huang Shujian was completely on the defensive.

He was a beginner in boxing, and many of his moves were clumsy and difficult to execute, making it hard for him to keep up. He could only parry and look for opportunities to counterattack.

Zhang Hu watched in horror, wanting to call for a halt several times but not daring to, scratching his head in frustration.

"Bang!"

A collision that was louder than before.

Huang Shujian couldn't react in time and was hit squarely on the left shoulder by Zhao Long's punch.

The force of the punch penetrated his body, and he felt a numbness on half of his body. He staggered and took three steps back before regaining his balance.

He shook his numb left arm, his eyes flashing, showing not anger but a hint of understanding.

Real combat makes a world of difference!

Compared to Zhao Long's masterful Mountain-Crushing Fist, his own rudimentary fist technique was riddled with flaws, like a child waving a stick, with weaknesses visible everywhere.

But precisely because of this, in real offense and defense, those weaknesses are quickly magnified and exposed, and he can also detect, understand and try to correct them at the fastest speed.

Zhao Long's expression changed slightly after landing a punch. He immediately withdrew his fist and stepped back, about to bow and apologize: "Young Master, I..."

"No need to apologize!" Huang Shujian interrupted him, a hint of excited smile appearing on his face. "That's it! Let's do it again!"

Before he finished speaking, he lunged forward and engaged Zhao Long in battle once again.

This time, he was more focused and no longer satisfied with just parrying. He began to try to use the key points he had just learned from being hit to launch a counterattack.

Inside the training room, the wind howled as fists flew and figures flashed by.

Ten minutes later.

Huang Shujian retreated, panting, walked to the small table, picked up the teacup, and took a big gulp of tea.

His white silk short jacket was covered in dust, and several faint red fist marks could be clearly seen on his shoulders, ribs, and arms.

But he had a cheerful and happy smile on his face.

In contrast, Zhao Long only breathed slightly, his breathing remaining steady.

There were almost no marks on his body, except for a faint fist mark in the center of his chest.

Zhang Hu rushed forward and slapped Zhao Long hard on the back, yelling:

"You fool! You're so heavy-handed! What if you hurt the young master?!"

Then he kicked Zhao Long in the shin again before turning to Huang Shujian, bowing and scraping, pleading with a forced smile:

"Young master! You are so magnanimous!"

"Don't bother with this silly kid!"

"He's been a bit dim-witted since he was a child. I'll make him kowtow and apologize to you!"

As he spoke, he reached out to press Zhao Long's head down.

Huang Shujian put down his teacup and waved his hand, "No need."

He walked back to his desk, picked up the leather wallet, took out a silver dollar, and tossed it over without even looking at it.

Zhang Hu reacted swiftly, catching the gift and clutching it tightly in his hand. He quickly pulled Zhao Long along to bow, saying, "Thank you for the reward, young master! Thank you for your kindness in not blaming us, young master!"

Huang Shujian said calmly, "Come over at this time tomorrow to continue practicing boxing with me."

Zhang Hu was overjoyed upon hearing this, for this was a great opportunity to get close to the young master and make a good impression!

He quickly pulled Zhao Long to kneel down and kowtow to express his gratitude.

"Wait a minute," Huang Shujian added, "Tomorrow, as long as Zhao Long comes, that's fine."

Zhang Hu's smile froze instantly.

He opened his mouth, his face turning from red to white, then from white to green, his eyes filled with astonishment and regret.

"Yes...yes, young master."

Zhang Hu's voice was extremely hoarse. He lowered his head, no longer daring to look at Huang Shujian. He sheepishly dragged the still somewhat bewildered Zhao Long out of the training room.

The door closed.

Huang Shujian sat back down in his chair, closed his eyes, and regulated his slightly disordered qi and blood.

"The mastery of the 'Mountain Collapse Fist' is indeed beyond my reach, given my beginner level."

"Of course, I only opened one aperture, while Zhao Long opened three apertures, so there is a difference in their levels."

"However, in the martial arts of this world, as long as one is not crossing major realms and is in the same Qi Opening stage, the gap in strength caused by the difference in the number of Qi Acupoints is not absolutely insurmountable."

"The grade of the cultivation technique, the level of proficiency, and practical experience are all equally important."

He opened his eyes and his gaze swept over the ghost-headed sword hanging on the wall.

"If it had been a life-or-death struggle just now, I wouldn't have used my fists, but instead the 'Tiger Subduing Absolute Blade Technique'..."

A cold smile curled at the corner of Huang Shujian's lips.

A superior sword technique at its peak, against an opponent who only practices ordinary fist techniques and does not wield a weapon.

The result is as expected.

Within three moves, Ghost Head Saber could easily take Zhao Long's life.