Supernatural Insight Eyes
Chapter 136 - 0134 Five-Animal Frolics

Chapter 136: 0134 Five-Animal Frolics

The clash of the powerful hinges on the concept of momentum!

There’s an old saying, momentum like breaking bamboo must not be resisted.

Ye Qiu surged with strength throughout his body, himself like a rising sun, as he threw punches that burst with endless radiance.

The strange opponent’s hands moved violently, enduring Ye Qiu’s stormy assaults without sustaining any harm.

The mysterious enemy always managed to capture the angle of Ye Qiu’s attacks, and after several attempts, seeing no progress, Ye Qiu couldn’t help but withdraw.

After an exchange of blows, Ye Qiu had gauged the depth of his opponent, always feeling that the other had not revealed their full strength and had been toying with him throughout the fight.

But Ye Qiu didn’t mind; sparring with the strange opponent made him realize his techniques were lacking—what he had once considered perfect moves now had flaws.

Only by experiencing enlightenment through battling stronger opponents could one grow!

This is why Ye Qiu loved to spar with masters—the interaction with a strong opponent was not merely about defeating the other party but also about using their strength to gauge one’s own.

It was an opportunity to refine oneself, to overcome weaknesses, thereby aiming to achieve greater power.

The strange opponent had a keen eye, able to catch his attacks, which Ye Qiu found extremely troublesome.

After more than ten minutes of fighting, the opponent had been mostly defensive, with few offensive moves, making Ye Qiu exceptionally cautious.

He could not afford to take it lightly; the strength of the person before him was unfathomable, and he had to face it with calm.

Ye Qiu initiated another set of boxing techniques, this time without the previous grand momentum. His moves appeared light and effortless, as if he was hardly exerting any force.

"Tai Chi!" The strange opponent exclaimed, recognizing Ye Qiu’s martial art form.

Ye Qiu remained silent, his movements alternating between slow and swift, conveying an effortless ease, and in a blink, he closed in on the strange opponent.

"Interesting," the mysterious enemy watched Ye Qiu’s fists closely, observing every move, then suddenly took up a bizarre stance, his body half-crouched and hands reaching out long like a pair of horns, poised to pierce the heavens.

Ye Qiu couldn’t help but feel a chill inside. With this stance, the enemy’s momentum suddenly changed; it now lacked the previous depth and instead revealed a sharp edge.

He was about to make a move!

Ye Qiu realized that the opponent was about to bring out their true skills, which was precisely what he wanted.

Tai Chi is about the interplay of yin and yang, the harmony of softness and hardness. Ye Qiu deliberately chose Tai Chi to force the opponent to reveal their hand.

Ye Qiu’s hand transformed into a rising sun, fierce like the ascending daylight, sending out vigorous, wave-like energy that seemed to engulf everything in its path.

The strange opponent leaned forward to meet the blow, mimicking an old stag, standing tall and strong, colliding with Ye Qiu’s punch.

Boom!

Ye Qiu’s fist struck the stranger’s stomach. This punch contained strength equivalent to ten layers, yet Ye Qiu felt like his force had sunk into a mud sea, unable to stir even a ripple.

Not good!

Ye Qiu had underestimated the strange opponent’s move, and his rising sun technique had failed to achieve any effect.

But as Ye Qiu tried to pull away, a sly smile appeared in the opponent’s eyes, and suddenly, Ye Qiu realized his palm was sucked against the opponent’s stomach, unable to pull free.

"Your Tai Chi is not as good as my technique. Is this the extent of your strength?" the strange opponent’s belly abruptly surged forward, sending a barbaric force from the palm up his arm and into Ye Qiu’s body, hurtling him back in an instant.

So, using all of one’s strength is futile?

Ye Qiu’s mind raced as he recalled every action made by the strange opponent, particularly the peculiar stance. He felt that the enemy’s technique was not at all inferior to Tai Chi.

Something seems wrong...

Hard and soft...

A flash of insight struck Ye Qiu; he suddenly understood why his Tai Chi had failed. The opponent’s technique also combined hardness with softness and was even more adeptly applied than his own.

When he struck the opponent, his own fist was ’hard,’ but the other used their belly to absorb the blow, trapping his fist and sending him flying. This was ’soft,’ and moreover, it was softness taken to a certain extreme.

This person’s moves were similar to his own Tai Chi, also blending hardness and softness, but his Tai Chi was suppressed by the opponent’s bizarre techniques.

Ye Qiu unleashed Tai Chi again, at times fierce like a volcanic eruption, attacking like a torrential downpour, at others transforming into a gentle spring breeze, skimming lightly past like a feather.

Ye Qiu continuously struck out, and gradually he understood why all his moves were being neutralized.

When he made his power as hard as iron, the freak would use a power soft like cotton, entangling him and dissipating his attacks before counterattacking; and when Ye Qiu made his power like a light drizzle, the freak became as solid as a rock, unshaken in the slightest, responding with heavy blows.

The opponent had pinpointed his power transitions and, depending on the nature of his power, would use an opposing force to counter, the freak could indeed be said to be terrifying.

"In that case, I can only use True Qi..." Ye Qiu murmured, since brute strength posed no threat to the freak, only True Qi could possibly injure him.

Moreover, Ye Qiu felt that this person’s realm had not transcended beyond punching prowess.

True Qi was mobilized from the dormant Dantian, flowing swiftly through the meridians and spreading throughout his body.

As his nearly depleted strength was replenished with True Qi, he felt as though parched land was being moistened by rain, a delectable sensation that made every cell in his body breathe and rapidly recover. In the blink of an eye, Ye Qiu was once again full of vigor, his eyes shining brightly.

Ye Qiu’s subtly rising momentum made the freak involuntarily show concern; he had thought Ye Qiu was at the end of his rope, but this was far from the truth. The freak realized that Ye Qiu’s strength had suddenly increased.

Could it be that he had been hiding his true power all this time?

The freak’s body couldn’t help but tremble. He had finally found this feeling, and in that moment, he changed his opinion of Ye Qiu, considering him someone worth his full effort.

What the freak desired most was to find someone who could challenge him, for life without it was far too lonely!

"You are mine... my prey..." the freak licked his lips, and as Ye Qiu’s momentum settled, the freak actually took the initiative to attack.

Roar!

The freak leapt forward, in the blink of an eye resembling a tiger or panther, a long howl that was deafening, as if he were the king of the forest, a roar under which the leaves fell in a shower.

With True Qi filling his entire body, feeling the full power within, the immense strength compelled Ye Qiu to roar as well, for the breakthrough he sought lay right before him, in this very person.

Boom!

Ye Qiu’s fists thundered, his punches unstoppable like cannonballs.

The freak opened his palms, enduring the onslaught of Ye Qiu’s attack head-on.

The two fought in a tangled battle, no one knew for how long; the freak no longer held that dismissive composure, showing signs of exhaustion.

His body had taken four punches from Ye Qiu, blood trickled from the corners of his mouth, but he still stubbornly stood there.

Ye Qiu was not in great shape either, with little True Qi left, his injuries were not lighter than the freak’s.

This was the first time Ye Qiu had exerted all his strength and still not defeated his opponent, and what shook him most was that the freak had managed to break through during their fight. Given the freak’s terrifying understanding of martial arts, along with his bizarre techniques, the fight with Ye Qiu was evenly matched.

If the freak had reached the True Qi realm earlier, Ye Qiu speculated, the one to fall would surely have been him because the freak’s comprehension of Martial Artist techniques was even deeper than his.

This was a terrifying opponent.

Killing him wouldn’t be easy for Ye Qiu, given the small gap between them.

The freak stared at Ye Qiu, seemingly never having been so disheveled before; he vowed to remember Ye Qiu’s face, for to him, being matched evenly by a junior was the greatest insult.

But at the moment, having just broken through to the True Qi realm, if he continued fighting Ye Qiu, it would certainly damage his vitality. The freak cast Ye Qiu a lengthy stare and quickly retreated.

Ye Qiu watched the freak disappear, no longer having the strength to pursue, and collapsed onto the ground with a thud.

Not long after, when Ye Qiu had regained a trace of strength and stood up to search for Ye Zi, he suddenly discovered... Ye Zi was gone...

"Ye Zi..."

"Could it be that the freak had forcibly abducted her?"

Ye Qiu’s eyes flashed with a cold light. Ye Zi’s sudden disappearance left only one possibility, it must be the work of that freak. Ye Qiu cursed himself for his negligence. If Ye Zi had fallen into the hands of that man, whose skills were not at all inferior to his own, the situation was likely more dire than fortunate.

He had to find the freak quickly and rescue Ye Zi.