Purple Mist Dao Master
Chapter 232 - 192: Xingyi First, Eight Diagrams After! Another Peak Boxing Skill! [Huge - of 6,000 Words!]_3

Chapter 232: Chapter 192: Xingyi First, Eight Diagrams After! Another Peak Boxing Skill! [Huge Chapter of 6,000 Words!]_3

This clearly indicates ’Bone Training’ has been achieved!

"Ashamed!"

"I am still a long way from breaking the limit."

Su Ye shook his head.

Back then, in the Mountain and Sea Realm, he had an opportunity and happened to gain the results of bone training early, with bones stronger than ordinary bone-breaking limits, but this also burdened him, often depleting Qi and blood, making it difficult to reach the limit, let alone breaking it.

When he confronted Teng Siqian, it seemed they were evenly matched, but the fatal thing was—

He couldn’t last long!

"Though the bones are strong!"

"Insufficient Qi and blood!"

Teng Siqian also sharply noticed Su Ye’s weakness, immediately turning her style fierce, forcing Su Ye into a strong counterattack to quickly exhaust his already thin Qi and blood.

"Loose the waist and sit on the hips, Qi sinking to the Dantian, harmonizing urgency and calm, blending strength with softness, light and heavy naturally, continuously and unbroken."

"Su Ye."

"In the ’Four Gates Fist’, the ’Fish Gate Fist’ is mainly characterized by absorbing the subtlety of fish swimming and leaping in the water as well as the Fisherman’s skillful use of force when casting nets."

"Fish swimming in water, strong and explosive power."

"But when the fisherman casts a net, no matter how the fish struggle, they can hardly escape."

"Live like a car wheel, light like a cat’s stride; dragon body tiger steps, chicken eyes monkey form."

"Su Ye!"

"Fight skillfully!"

The art of painting the fish swim in the water, the fish is adept at swimming; shaking head like a dragon’s tail, wagging tail like a phoenix turning back; floating, flipping with agility, skillful on both sides; to learn the Fish Gate’s skillful art, often observe fish swimming by the water.

Su Ye observed fish for years, achieving high attainments in ’Fish Gate Fist’.

Later following Yan Chuan to learn boxing, progressing greatly.

At this moment.

Yan Chuan pointed out.

Su Ye performed.

For a time, he managed to hold on, although retreating with each step, but block all of Teng Siqian’s attacks.

Outside the field.

Over thirty thousand spectators were watching, witnessing a strange scene—

Teng Siqian pressing Su Ye to fight, Su Ye retreating with each blow, Teng Siqian fighting while pursuing, Su Ye fighting while escaping, the two continuously moving in the arena.

This was not unusual.

But the strange thing was, during the fierce battle between the two, Yan Chuan held a ’White Horn Trumpet’ pointing and guiding on the side, instructing Su Ye on how to respond, and pointing out Teng Siqian’s flaws.

Like a shadow following!

Incessant talking!

How absurd!

However, the gap between a half-step bone training and a true breaking limit was right there, far from being overcome by Yan Chuan’s few words of advice.

At least—

"’Fish Gate Fist’ is not enough!"

"’Four Gates Fist’ is not enough!"

However—

"Foot on the Eight Diagrams, hand grasping the Seven Stars, three passes up and down, a line through the three tips."

This is Fish Gate Fist!

"Head upright, waist standing, loosen shoulders and drop elbows, full stomach open chest, lift crotch and pull groin."

But this is not!

"Su Ye!"

"Walk in circles!"

"Inner foot straight forward, outer foot inward hook, knees embracing, do not spread the crotch."

"Walk!"

"Twist, spin, turn, flip!"

"Pay attention, step like wading in mud, proceed like sitting in a sedan, step out to rub the shin, round and smooth!"

...

Yan Chuan instructed Su Ye.

While talking, it was already beyond the scope of ’Fish Gate Fist’, beyond ’Four Gates Fist’.

In the preparation zone.

Shao Yancong listened to Yan Chuan’s guidance, watching Su Ye perform, seeing his agile steps, changing as he walked, with his body twisting and turning when interacting with the opponent, agilely and varied.

Indeed moving like a wandering dragon, the head seen but the tail unseen; swift as a drifting breeze, the shadow seen but the form unseen; observed in front, suddenly behind!

This was clearly a brand-new boxing technique!

This boxing technique was clearly more sophisticated than ’Four Gates Fist’ by a margin of ten times or more!

Push, prop, carry, lead, move, block, intercept, snap, catch, grab, hook, hit, seal, close, flash, display!

The hand technique changes in the palm, already completely departing from ’Fish Gate Fist’, ’Four Gates Fist’, elevating to a level akin to the realm.

"Able to advance and retreat, able to transform and give birth, combining illusion and reality, changes are infinite."

"Every palm issued, must use the waist as axis, the whole body as one, inside and out in harmony."

"Hand, eye, body technique, step, mind, spirit, energy, and power."

"This skill is quite exquisite!"

Shao Yancong watched and listened, unconsciously immersed in it. Combining his own ’Four Gates Fist’, he felt as if something was stuck in his throat, unable to express it, a surge of inspiration approaching like a storm gathering momentum.

He was completely immersed.

And in the field.

The competition continued.

Yan Chuan continued to instruct—

"Neck aligned, head upright, loosen shoulders and drop elbows, open chest full stomach, stand waist slip butt, shrink groin close knees, ten toes gripping the ground."

"Attention!"

"Bend to brake straight, move to disturb stillness, stillness to brake movement!"

"Rolling, drilling, contending, wrapping, alternation of odd and even, turning and twisting, body follows step, palm changes with the body."

"Three forms, three postures!"

"Three forms, three postures!"

"I taught you this just yesterday, how could you forget it when you start?"

"Move like a dragon, turn like a monkey, change postures like an eagle!"

"This is ’Three Forms’!"

"Step like wading in mud, arm like twisting rope, spin like millstones!"

"This is ’Three Postures’!"

"Su Ye!"

"Carefully ponder——"

"Intent like a fluttering flag, Qi like clouds moving, rolling drilling contending wrapping, dynamic stillness supporting round, combining strength with softness, alternation of odd and even."

"Right!"

"Just like that!"

...

Yan Chuan pointed out in real-time, Su Ye shed the mortal body and transformed, pushing, carrying, leading, moved, blocked, and began to counterattack, for the first time driving Teng Siqian back.

Step, step, step!

Teng Siqian retreated three steps in disbelief.

Then—

Spear through, intercept, block, adhere and follow.

Pound, pound, pound!

Taking advantage of the momentum, Su Ye seized the opportunity, turning defense into offense, pursuing Teng Siqian, reclaiming dozens of steps he previously retreated.

"This boxing technique!"

Teng Siqian couldn’t comprehend Su Ye’s boxing technique for the moment, having to retreat step by step.

Within a moment.

She surprisingly showed a decline, revealing a sign of defeat.

However, just when Su Ye was about to win and Teng Siqian was about to lose, there was another turn—

"Insufficient Qi and blood!"

"No matter how strong the boxing technique, what difference does it make?"

Teng Siqian retreated again and again, finally waiting for the moment Su Ye’s Qi and blood waned, her expression refreshed, she lifted her leg to kick Su Ye, engaging head-on, recklessly enduring Su Ye’s few punches and kicks, with a body shielded by Qi and blood, dispersing Su Ye’s last thin Qi and blood—

Bam!

A kick to the heart, kicking Su Ye into a hurried retreat.

With a turn.

He retreated away, hurriedly stating: "I concede!"

The second bout!

Teng Siqian, narrowly won!

...

"What boxing technique were you using just now?"

Teng Siqian withdrew her iron fist just three inches in front of Su Ye, internally feeling no joy in victory, she looked at Su Ye, wanting to know the origin of that boxing technique just now.

"Thank you, Miss Teng, for not going too hard."

Su Ye first cupped his fists to Teng Siqian, then cupped his hands towards Yan Chuan, replying to Teng Siqian: "What I just practiced is Master Yan’s recently created a peak boxing technique called ’Eight Diagram Palm’."

Form like a wandering dragon, sight like a guarded ape, sit like a crouching tiger, turn like an eagle circling!

Su Ye self-reflected that he only followed Yan Chuan to learn a glimpse of ’Eight Diagram Palm’, but today’s battle greatly benefited him, fully recognizing the exquisite nature of this boxing technique.

Internally filled with endless joy.

With endless gratitude to Yan Chuan.

As for losing?

Though defeated, still joyful!

...

"Eight Diagram Palm!"

"What great skill!"

Teng Siqian turned her head to Yan Chuan: "First ’Xingyi’, then ’Eight Diagram’, Master Yan is truly unparalleled, Si Qian admires!"

Immediately after, she cupped her fists to Su Ye: "I won due to superior Qi and blood, it was an unworthy victory, consider this round I lost!"

After speaking, she retreated into the formation, clearly unwilling to fight again.

"What a pity!"

Yan Chuan saw this and silently remarked.

He originally intended to have Zhong Hui and Su Ye take turns to wear out Teng Siqian, thereby paving the way for Jin Yutang to compete with the exhausted Teng Siqian for honing purposes.

But as a result, in this fight, Yan Chuan’s instructions were too overwhelming, almost defeating Teng Siqian.

Teng Siqian was also prideful.

At this moment, unwilling to continue the battle.

Jin Yutang missed a great opportunity.

Yan Chuan naturally felt regret for his disciple.

But there’s no rush, with Teng Siqian stepping down, another person can still take over.

"Xingyi Boxing!"

"Eight Diagram Palm!"

"Brother Yan! How many more surprises do you have hidden?"

Wang Zhengyi was also amazed.

Previously ’Xingyi Boxing’ astonished him like a celestial being, he only specialized in one of the ’Twelve Forms’, the ’Alligator Form’, already undergoing a transformation.

And this time, just now ’Eight Diagram Palm’, glimpsed through a tube, seemed no less than ’Xingyi Boxing’, Yan Chuan’s ability and speed in creating peak boxing techniques, was terrifying!

Wang Zhengyi sighed in admiration.

"Brother Wang’s praise." Yan Chuan humbly—

...

[Your ’Eight Diagram Palm’ improved, from Fifth Realm Integration → Sixth Realm Refining Fire.]

...

Through one battle, his ’Eight Diagram Palm’ was elevated to the Sixth Realm height, Yan Chuan rejoiced.

"Brother Wang, continue?"

He still wanted to keep fighting—

"Guangling Academy, Fu Fist Zhong Le, seeks Master Yan’s guidance!" Without Wang Zhengyi needing to appoint, Zhong Le stood out to challenge Yan Chuan.

"So it’s Master Zhong."

Yan Chuan looked at Zhong Le with interest.

Regarding this person, he had long heard the name and had connections, back in July, he was intruded by members of the Seven Star Boxing Club led by Cui Lanxin, and subsequently met Zhong Hui and Teng Siqian, all originating from the Seven Star Boxing Club.

And Zhong Le was exactly the Society Leader of the Seven Star Boxing Club.

Not only this.

Yan Chuan and Jian Rong were friends across generations, also partners secretly harboring the Star Gate prototype.

And Zhong Le, as the ’Fu Fist No. 1’ among Guangling Academy disciples, was Jian Rong’s most proud disciple.

In terms of generations—

This Zhong Le even had to call Yan Chuan Uncle Master.

Of course.

The New Faction didn’t care about that.

Yan Chuan had no intention of flaunting seniority either.

...