Dragon Hidden in the Sky

Chapter 1161 Disassembling the Wind-Breaking Fist Technique

At the top of the mountain, there was a pavilion where Tianjue and Mo Zhe were playing chess.

Li Xian'er sat cross-legged there, holding a guqin, gently stroking the strings, producing melodious and enchanting music.

"Tsk tsk, three hundred steps and he only just began to grasp something? This kid's talent is just average!" The Ink Master said with a smile, "Only you could break down each move of a unique skill into thousands of moves and then combine them together..."

“Mastering it isn’t that simple. You have to be conscious of it yourself, otherwise you’ll learn one thing and forget another!” Li Xian’er said. “For example, Yun Jin, even though he knows that the Heavenly Ladder contains ultimate techniques, he still can’t comprehend them.”

Tianjue smiled and said, "But since the two of them have realized it, it shouldn't be too much of a problem for them to master a special technique."

“That girl named Lin Qianyu has a really good ability to comprehend things. She has already gained some insights after just over a hundred steps!” Li Xian’er said.

"The Vermilion Bird Divine Bone—that's the mark of a born sword immortal!" the Mo Zhe exclaimed. "Perhaps this girl can clear the level!"

“That’s impossible!” Tianjue shook his head and said, “Their swordsmanship is completely different from mine.”

Time passed second by second. After gaining some insight, Lin Qianyu opened her eyes, her eyes revealing a look of joy. Then she began to ascend rapidly.

Before long, she saw Ye Qing sitting cross-legged on the ground. She paused for a moment, then smiled and continued walking forward.

As she continued to ascend, Lin Qianyu had to mentally review each of the hundreds of steps involved, which slowed her progress considerably.

Seven days passed by quietly.

At the top of the mountain, Tianjue and the other two frowned deeply.

"What's wrong with this little guy? Half of the fifteen days have already passed, why is he still sitting cross-legged!" Mo Zhe frowned.

"These first thousand steps, aside from including a unique skill, are mostly about laying a solid foundation in swordsmanship for them," Tianjue said. "What's going on with this kid?"

"He stood up!" Li Xian'er's zither music suddenly stopped, and her gaze seemed to pierce through the thick fog, landing on Ye Qing. However, the next moment, beneath her veil, a look of astonishment appeared in her beautiful eyes as she asked, "What is he doing!"

At this moment, the gazes of Tianjue and the Mohists gradually widened.

On the steps, Ye Qing opened his eyes, his gaze filled with excitement.

Then, he put away the Jingzhe sword and began to practice his fist techniques, one move at a time.

"Isn't he supposed to be practicing swordsmanship? Why is he starting to practice boxing?" Mo Zhe asked blankly, almost wanting to swear.

Yes, after Ye Qing discovered that this move was a disassembled sword technique, he thought of the Wind-Breaking Fist, which he had never been able to comprehend.

He practiced the Wind-Breaking Fist technique countless times on the aircraft.

He was incredibly skilled. If the entire set of fist techniques were broken down and mastered, just like this sword technique, by dissecting each movement, perhaps new discoveries would be made.

So during those seven days, he spent his entire time with his eyes closed studying how to break down the boxing technique. Of course, he could only break it down based on his intuition!

After taking it apart, he began to practice.

Let's start practicing each move one by one!

Each move required a great deal of time to practice, but by disassembling them and then recombining them, Ye Qing found that his understanding and perception of the entire boxing style had undergone a complete transformation.

After practicing the disassembled moves, he quickly combined all the moves together and then practiced the Wind-Breaking Fist again.

Once you've done it all, you'll feel powerful and energetic.

Ye Qing frowned deeply. He felt that he had indeed grasped the concept more deeply than before, but it seemed that he was still missing something when it came to mastering the fist technique.

"As expected, mastering a special skill isn't so easy!" Ye Qing frowned deeply.

After disassembling and reassembling, Ye Qing felt as if he had recreated the entire fist technique, thus gaining a completely new understanding of it.

"Haven't we disassembled it enough?" Ye Qing frowned.

"Try again!" Ye Qing started playing again.

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At the top of the mountain, Mo Zhe watched Ye Qing practicing his fist techniques speechlessly and said, "This kid seems to be disassembling a unique skill and then trying to comprehend the fist technique. Damn it, is this going to work? You can only disassemble a sword technique like this if you have completely mastered it, or even if you were the creator. But this kid hasn't even mastered this move. Isn't what he's doing just reckless?"

“The key point is that he is proficient in swordsmanship, sabers, and fist techniques!” Li Xian’er said, “The skills he has learned are far too diverse.”

Seeing this, Tianjue's lips curled into a look of interest as he said, "Interesting."

Just then, an old figure appeared beside the three of them. With a wave of his right hand, a jade bottle containing blood-red pills appeared in his hand. He said, "I have fulfilled my mission. Four Blood Bodhi pills, making a total of twelve pills!"

Tian Jue's expression shifted. He looked at Ye Qing, who was practicing his punches below, and then said calmly, "Ye Qing... open your mouth!"

Ye Qing hadn't come to his senses yet, but he recognized the voice as Tian Jue's, and he quickly opened his mouth!

The next moment, he saw a pill heading straight for his mouth.

As soon as the pill entered his body, an explosive energy instantly detonated in his mouth.

At this moment, he felt his mind become terrifyingly clear, and many things he didn't understand about the boxing technique suddenly became clear to him!

He sat down cross-legged again.

This time, it lasted for about half an hour!

He stood up again, took a deep breath, and began to fight, move by move!

As the intent of the fist surged, everything around Ye Qing seemed to freeze.