nyslfriends Chapter 124 Is This Saint Seiya or Doomsday?
Chapter 124 Is This Saint Seiya or Doomsday?
Chapter 124 Is This Saint Seiya or Doomsday? (First Update by Bai Jun)
"clang!!"
A deafening clang of metal clashing resounded throughout the entire stadium!
"Thump thump thump!"
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Fei Bin, the Great Songyang Hand, a top expert ranked third among the Thirteen Protectors of Songshan, was actually struck by this sword and his body was violently shaken. He staggered back three steps before he could barely regain his footing.
He felt his entire right arm was numb and tingly, and his palm was burning with pain. He was both shocked and angry, and his old face instantly turned bright red!
I—I actually made such a huge fool of myself in front of a junior!
"Fine! Fine! Fine!" Fei Bin laughed angrily. "I underestimated you! Let's go again!"
After saying that, Fei Bin's expression turned serious, and he no longer dared to underestimate him. He crossed his palms and adopted the starting stance of the Great Songyang Palm, clearly indicating that he was now serious.
Seeing this, Shen An also became serious and prepared to take up his sword and attack again.
"Stop! All of you, stop!"
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Tang Ying'e rushing over, puffing out his beard and glaring, his face full of heartache.
Upon seeing him arrive, Shen An sheathed his sword, bowed, and said, "Disciple greets Uncle Tang."
Tang Ying didn't even glance at him, taking a few quick steps to stand in front of Fei Bin and shield Shen An, urgently asking, "Fourth Senior Brother, what are you doing? Why are you attacking a junior out of the blue?"
Seeing his protective manner, Shen An couldn't help but chuckle and stepped forward to explain, "Uncle Tang, you are wise. This matter is not Uncle Fei's fault. It was Master who ordered Uncle Fei to spar with me and teach me techniques."
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Upon hearing this, Fei Bin, who had been keeping a straight face, snorted coldly and even raised his head slightly, looking quite arrogant.
"I see." Tang Ying'e said in realization.
Shen An continued, "My master also specifically instructed that you, Uncle Tang, should also come along to offer guidance and help me improve this Songshan Heavy Sword Technique, so that I don't go astray and forget my foundation."
"That's more like it—" Tang Ying'e nodded subconsciously, a look of approval on his face. He knew it! His senior brother must also disapprove of Shen An's drastically altered swordsmanship, which was why he sent someone like him, well-versed in orthodox sword principles, to correct it—
"Wait a minute!" Tang Ying'e had barely finished speaking when he suddenly realized what Shen An had just said, his eyes widening instantly. "What did Senior Brother ask me to do?"
"Please help me improve this Songshan Heavy Sword Technique."
"I heard you, don't repeat it."
Tang Ying'e's old face fell, his expression extremely complicated.
The feeling was like being forced to eat a plate of strawberry cheese matcha mapo tofu stewed with red wine foie gras and spicy blood curd, and then being compelled to savor it carefully and name the ingredients and seasonings.
He glanced at Shen An's "incongruous" heavy sword, then at Fei Bin's now serious stance, and finally sighed deeply. He walked to the sidelines with his hands behind his back, looking utterly dejected, and said, "Fine, fine, since it's the sect leader's order, I—I'll just watch! You—begin!"
The two, who were already prepared, immediately started fighting.
In an instant, sword energy crisscrossed the arena, and palm shadows danced in the air.
Fei Bin's palm technique was exquisite and his experience was superb. Once he got serious, Shen An immediately found himself at a loss.
In just over ten moves, Shen An was completely at a disadvantage, sweat beading on his forehead and breathing rapidly.
After more than twenty moves, Shen An was forced into a perilous situation.
Tang Ying'e, watching from the sidelines, shook his head repeatedly, muttering to himself nonstop.
"Wrong! Utterly wrong! The 'Jade Dragon from Beyond the Heavens' teaches you to use a sword at your waist, achieving perfect harmony between body and sword. What are you doing? You're swinging a sledgehammer with your arms! Unstable center of gravity, unstable lower body, a weakness!"
"And this is it! You intend to imitate the 'Heavenly Peak Hanging Upside Down' thrusting move, but your sword is so heavy, how can it possess that lightness? You've tried to draw a tiger but ended up with a dog! Your strength is scattered; if the enemy seizes the opportunity to attack your center, how will you defend yourself?"
He cursed, and Fei Bin's palm perfectly confirmed his words, striking Shen An's exposed opening. Although he deliberately used little force, it still made Shen An stagger.
Tang Ying'e was furious, but he couldn't help but watch. His old face turned pale and then red, and he felt that watching Shen An practice swordsmanship was even more painful than fighting for a day and a night himself.
However, Shen An showed no sign of panic despite the increasingly critical situation.
"A heart as clear as ice remains undisturbed by any ripples."
Look, it's open again.
Of course, this time, I used the Ice Heart Technique not to find Fei Bin's weaknesses in order to defeat him, but to find my own weaknesses in order to become stronger.
Fei Bin's fierce palm strike, Tang Ying'e's piercing curses, and the exclamations of the surrounding disciples all became distant and blurred.
In his world, all that remained were the ever-changing fleshy hands before him and the heavy iron sword in his own hand.
His heart was calmer than ever before.
Uncle Tang said I was unsteady—Uncle Fei's palm strike was aimed at my lower body—So that's it. When I swung my sword, I aimed for power and ferocity, but my left foot unconsciously pushed off ahead of time, causing my center of gravity to shift forward—
Uncle Tang said my strength was scattered—Uncle Fei's finger pointed precisely to the gap where my wrist and forearm weren't aligned when I returned the sword—it turns out that a heavy sword's return requires the shoulder as the axis and the waist as the source of power to achieve a smooth and controlled movement—
Every move, every word, every palm strike was constantly dissected, analyzed, and reassembled in Shen An's incredibly calm mind, frantically absorbing the nourishment fed to him by the two masters.
Thirty moves — Four moves —
Tang Ying'e, who was standing off the field, kept cursing, but his voice gradually faded away.
Meanwhile, Fei Bin, who was in the arena, frowned more and more, until his brows suddenly relaxed as if he had thought of something.
Shen An continued to defend more than attack, and still looked somewhat disheveled, but his steps became increasingly steady.
The heavy sword in his hand was still domineering when he swung it, but it had lost some of its initial recklessness and gained more composure.
Those previous flaws were visibly repaired and corrected in his hands, one by one.
"Huh?" Tang Ying'e couldn't help but let out a soft exclamation.
Shen An unleashed another horizontal sweeping strike, this time lowering his body slightly to deliver the sword from a completely new angle.
As he moved his sword halfway through the attack, he took a half-step forward with his left foot, using the immense momentum of the heavy sword to complete an incredibly smooth turn and change of direction.
This change not only neutralized Fei Bin's palm strike that was already waiting in front of him, but also gave the originally stale sword move a new lease on life!
A strong look of surprise flashed in Fei Bin's eyes, and he had no choice but to change his tactics and defend.
"This...this kid..."
Tang Ying'e stared in disbelief. His hand, which had been stroking the three long strands of beard, unconsciously tugged at them, snapping several hairs off without him noticing. He muttered to himself, "He—he actually incorporated the 'Layered Green and Floating Azure' footwork into the Heavenly Jade Dragon's moves? Creating a move on the spot—no, not quite, perfecting it on the spot—this—what kind of comprehension is this?!"
Fei Bin, standing to the side, felt it most keenly.
He felt that Shen An in front of him was like a monster that was constantly evolving. Every time you pointed out his mistake, he would never make the same mistake again!
That pressure, over time, is gradually returning to me.