Cosmic-Level Demon God-Chapter 66 - 60: When Dogs Don’t Bite, The Beginning of the Wild Blast

Chapter 66: Chapter 60: When Dogs Don’t Bite, The Beginning of the Wild Blast

Swoosh!

Swoosh swoosh!

Swoosh swoosh swoosh ——

The setting sun cast its warm orange glow on the playground.

Qin Shi planted his feet and swung his arm, chopping through the air repeatedly.

His movements were fierce, synchronized with his breathing, his lips and teeth exhaling sharply. The twelve major blood vessels in his body throbbed fiercely.

His palm was upright like a single blade, each strike extremely sharp, leaving afterimages, with an impressive momentum.

Due to his increasingly proficient exertion, the circulation of Qi sensitivity became rapid and powerful, his arms like two iron whips. Even steel rods would bend and break.

"Still far off, I can’t achieve Old Liang’s skill of lifting light as heavy, manipulating air currents into cutting force like wind blades."

Qin Shi frowned, thinking back to Old Liang’s hand knife strike, which surged with lethal intent like a blade cutting through iron like mud.

"Is it because my refining stance skills are lacking? Or because my spirit nourishing visualization isn’t good enough, preventing me from grasping the essence of ’As Swift as the Wind’?"

He pondered alone, not in a hurry to ask Old Liang.

The Old Martial Road also emphasizes that the master leads the way, but cultivation depends on the individual.

The master can only clear some of the obstacles and provide protection for the disciple.

As for learning and progress, comprehending the essence, it all depends on the disciple’s own talent.

"With my extraordinary wisdom in instantly mastering the Spirit Nourishing Technique, there’s no reason I can’t grasp the essence of ’As Swift as the Wind’. Something must be wrong!"

Unconvinced, Qin Shi decided to practice for another forty minutes, determined to master the "Killer Whale Hand".

The sun set, and night gradually fell.

Before he knew it, forty minutes had passed.

"What exactly is momentum! I just don’t understand, I really don’t understand!"

His arms were so sore that he couldn’t lift them, yet he still hadn’t figured it out. Qin Shi gritted his teeth in frustration.

"My spiritual power is as high as sixteen points! There’s no reason I can’t comprehend the Hundred Images Refining Stance, so what’s going wrong..."

He considered whether to activate the Deep Sleep function, to perform another spirit nourishing visualization, to uphold the dignity of the old martial genius!

Old Liang, who had been watching for a long time, finally spoke:

"Hong Sheng, Hong Sheng, it’s the head of the Hong sect. In the past, the martial arts world split into two factions. The head of the family would usually take on two disciples to pass on the true skills.

One would be the pillar, upholding the front; the other would be hiding behind the scenes, protecting the legacy."

Qin Shi stopped his stance, regulating his breath, quietly listening to Old Liang’s story.

"Hong Sheng’s sect did the dirty work, acting as the foundation.

Therefore, the ’wind’ and ’fire’ in the Hundred Images Refining Stance are not honorable combat techniques, but lethal assassination fist techniques.

When you were a child, you never had blood on your hands, so your moves lack a certain sharpness."

Old Liang’s eyes were bright.

He recalled the time he fully refined the ’As Swift as the Wind’ stance and suddenly comprehended the Killer Whale Hand.

It happened on a life-and-death duel platform when he shattered the throat cartilage of a strong enemy with one strike.

Old Liang still remembers the scene vividly: his palm cutting through, striking the throat, a crisp crack followed by blood spraying from the enemy’s mouth.

The strong enemy fell on his back, his eyes gradually darkening.

A scorching hot wind swirled, blowing over his already exhausted body, like the breath of death.

At that moment, Old Liang’s mind suddenly opened.

Eight words flashed through his mind: ’Death is like the wind, always by my side’. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

"Now, the Hundred Images Refining Stance emphasizes the concentration of heart and spirit. You have exceptional talent in training methods and techniques, a substantial foundation.

But to grasp momentum, visualize, enter divinity, and comprehend the killing move, to give your fists and kicks ’imagery’.

This cannot be achieved purely by imitation and learning. Insight has always been the most elusive quality on the Old Martial Road.

Otherwise, I would’ve let you attempt to break the Divine Barrier Limit."

Watching the frustrated Qin Shi, who had been struggling all afternoon, Old Liang laughed heartily:

"Heart and Spirit Refining Stance is a long road, no need to rush.

Slow down, enjoy the scenery along the way, and maybe one day you’ll understand."

Qin Shi felt helpless. Despite Heng Province being a remote border area, and Old Factory Street being forgotten by people, there was still some order; the line between black and white was just more blurred.

Where could he go to see blood?

It’s not like the old days when boxers escorted caravans or fought on duel platforms.

One didn’t just pull out weapons at the slightest provocation!

"Master Liang, if that’s the case, how does the New Martial Sect comprehend imagery?"

He asked out of curiosity.

The Old Martial Sect’s Heart and Spirit Refining Stance extracts essence from life and death, confrontation, and combat, repeatedly tempering it.

Finally internalizing it!

So how does the New Martial Sect achieve this?

"They have it much simpler. Throughout history, what better meat grinder and melting pot than the battlefield to foster slaughter techniques.

You think those Biomimicry Stream and Military Martial Arts Stream’s ’Cannon Fist’, ’Beng Fist’ came from nowhere.

Throwing them into trenches for a few years, running through gunfire for tens of thousands of miles, anyone would understand."

Old Liang shook his head. Clearly, he had encountered many from the New Martial Sect and directly faced those incredible, powerful ’strange imageries’.

"No wonder the Old Martial Sect has declined. In the era of cannons and battleships, the New Martial Sect’s many conveniences can continuously cultivate talent. The Old Martial Sect, still breaking human limits, inevitably wanes."

Qin Shi wanted to tell Old Liang that martial arts were far from this inconvenient.

He also wanted to comprehend more common and intense ’momentum’!

For example, the mud trucks and bulldozers parked by the stone archway were pretty good!

But he feared that saying it outright would get him a Killer Whale Hand from Old Liang, cleaning him up on the spot!

"Heart Posture Imagery is not something that can be mastered in a day or two.

You need to change this impatient temperament. Rushing things tends to lead to failure.

At seventeen or eighteen, why are you so hasty like an old man with one foot in the grave?"

Old Liang advised seriously. His reason for teaching Qin Shi the Killer Whale Hand was to temper his disposition.

Even unparalleled talents like He Lanchan took ten years to achieve great success.

"I just want to progress, Master Liang."

Qin Shi scratched his head, pretending to be obedient.

In his mind, he thought of going home at night to activate the monument.

Let me see the panel’s limit!

...

...

The night was as dark as a curtain, covering Heng Province’s new star.

A crescent moon was hidden by dark clouds, making Old Factory Street particularly dark tonight.

Leaving Sons and Daughters Ninth Middle School, Qin Shi played with the Super Protein given by Old Cao while contemplating the Heart and Spirit Refining Stance.

Passing through the bustling snack street, he bought two portions of chicken ribs to take home for a late-night snack.

"Oh dear, why did Old Li give up and end himself!"

"Sigh, he had such a burden, his son even stole the house deeds to pawn them!"

"Just as we’re about to be relocated, he could have moved to a new house..."

In the open space in front of the shantytowns, an ambulance from Dangyang Hospital was parked.

Medical staff in white coats and masks were carrying a stretcher covered with a white cloth from the house.

"Make way! Don’t crowd here! The car won’t be able to leave..."

The leading medical staff shouted.

The onlookers parted like waves, retreating to both sides.

Uncle Li’s wife sat by the threshold, unable to get up, staring blankly at the lifeless body being carried onto the ambulance.

"Old Li! How could you be so cruel, leaving me behind..."

As the ambulance drove away, the mournful cries inside the house were soon drowned out by the noisy discussions.

Standing across the street with two bags of chicken ribs, Qin Shi pieced together the whole story from the crowd’s gossip.

Uncle Li’s son was idle, recently dragged into gambling by friends. He started winning but then began losing continuously.

He accumulated a large debt and stole the house deed to pawn it.

Originally planning to repay the debt, he ended up thinking of turning the tables at the last minute.

He lost everything, including a leg.

With debt collectors coming to the door, Uncle Li felt too ashamed and took poison in despair.

"Gamblers ruin lives."

Qin Shi exhaled, trying to ease the stuffiness in his chest.

Having lived on Baogong Street for many years, he was familiar with the neighbors.

Witnessing such a tragedy, he couldn’t help but feel stifled inside.

"When Uncle Li’s memorial service is held, let’s give some funeral money."

Qin Shi shook his head, suddenly spotting a familiar figure.

Cheng Ze was leaning silently against a wall, with an unlit cigarette in his mouth.

The latter seemed to sense it, turning to meet Qin Shi’s gaze.

"Ze brother."

Qin Shi greeted as he walked over.

It had been a while since he visited Midnight Imperial Palace, as it was currently closed.

"Your neighbor?"

Cheng Ze nodded towards the direction of the house.

"Uncle Li, a really good person. He used to be a stoker on an iron train, then switched to driving a taxi after being laid off.

Anyone’s renovation or wedding, moving furniture, or setting up something, he was always willing to help."

Qin Shi nodded.

Neighbors on Baogong Street were generally warm-hearted. For hard labor like bricklaying, painting, or building stoves, they would help for a few packs of cigarettes and some meals.

"The son messed up, making the father suffer."

Cheng Ze bit on the cigarette filter as if he couldn’t find a lighter, switching to holding it with his fingers.

"Now, once the relocation notice is signed, take your sister and move to the west. They will build new resettlement houses there."

Qin Shi made a sound of acknowledgment.

He felt that the usual domineering Cheng Ze of North Gate Street wasn’t quite the same tonight.

"Have you thought about which university to apply to?"

Cheng Ze held the cigarette, looking at his shiny shoes.

"My goal is Heng University or Science University."

Qin Shi answered.

"That’s impressive! It’s been a long time since Old Factory Street produced a top student!"

Cheng Ze smiled:

"If you get accepted, let me know, I’ll give you a big red packet. When my dad was still alive, he used to say, if I could get into Heng University or Science University, he would be proud to have me as his son. Can you believe that? Haha, the older generation dreamed of having a studious and talented child."

Qin Shi said shyly:

"It’s all thanks to my sister supporting me, otherwise, I would’ve dropped out long ago."

Cheng Ze suddenly asked:

"Then don’t let your sister down. Hey, did you buy chicken ribs?"

"Yes, this shop is an old brand. Brother Yuan took me there last time."

Cheng Ze smiled:

"I haven’t tasted them in a long time. They were my childhood favorite."

Midnight Imperial Palace had all kinds of delicacies, yet he wanted to share my chicken ribs.

Qin Shi was stunned but replied:

"Ze brother, why don’t you have a portion, my treat."

Cheng Ze took the warm paper bag without hesitation, waving his hand:

"It’s getting late, go home. Don’t come to Midnight Imperial Palace for now, your base salary remains the same."

"Got it."

Qin Shi, who had been ’robbed’ of a portion of chicken ribs, felt puzzled.

After he left, Cheng Ze finished the whole chicken rib, wiped his mouth.

Collected his expressions, burying all emotions deep inside, he glanced at the house again. The wails inside had subsided, and the old woman who had been leaning on the threshold had been persuaded back inside.

After a while, Cheng Ze lit the cigarette with a flick of his fingers.

Sizzle!

A spark flared up.

His figure turned and walked into the dark alley.