Chapter 49: The Breakthrough of Tianhong
Assuming a stance, Tian Hong took the initiative to strike first. His powerful Vajra Palm was like a flood bursting from a peak, and although it seemed like just a light and gentle palm, it felt as if a thousand-pound heavy hammer had come crashing down with ferocity.
He felt the extraordinary momentum of Tianhong's move, Zhao Ji's face changed slightly, and his heart became even more solemn. His hands didn't slow down, and the Taiji Fist struck out in a smooth motion.
He had barely parried Tianhong's powerful Golden Vajra Palm several times, resolving the crisis in an imperceptible manner, and it had almost become a set pattern. This time, Zhao Ji thought that it would be the same as before.
As soon as they made contact, Zhao Ji realized he was wrong, terribly wrong. The power of the Golden Iron Palm was much stronger than before.
A fierce and unstoppable force, almost impossible to block, was transmitted from the palm of Tian Hong's hand. No matter how strong Zhao Ji's Tai Chi fist was in using softness to overcome hardness and four ounces moving a thousand pounds, it was difficult to completely neutralize it.
Four taels can move a thousand catties, but there is also a certain limit to this. Four taels may be able to move a thousand catties, but what about ten thousand catties or a hundred thousand catties?
At this time, Zhao Ji was facing such a situation. After Tian Hong made another move, the power of Dalikong Palm was too strong, and his current Tai Chi fist couldn't dissipate it at all.
A loud slap landed on Zhao Ji's arm, and instantly, he felt a piercing pain emanating from both hands.
"Hiss..."
His hands shook consecutively, and after the piercing pain, there was a temporary numbness. Zhao Ji's expression revealed a few points of shock, his gaze towards Tian Hong was full of astonishment: "Tian Hong Master, this isn't right, the Great Power Vajra Palm shouldn't have such overwhelming power, could it be that your cultivation has broken through?"
"Haha, your senses are indeed sharp. Not long ago, my cultivation had just broken through and entered the fifth layer of acquired realm. I didn't expect that as soon as I made a move, you would detect it."
He burst out laughing twice, and a hint of pride flashed in his eyes.
In the heavenly realm, there is a mysterious primordial energy, known as the Heavenly Earth Primordial Energy. Humans and living beings in this realm are nourished by this energy, resulting in physical conditions that are far superior to those in the lower realms.
The heaven and earth's primal energy makes the environment for a martial artist's cultivation much better, even if a mortal martial artist can't directly absorb the primal energy to cultivate, there will still be many benefits.
Moreover, the food of the heavenly realm, after being nourished by the primordial energy of heaven and earth, can bring numerous benefits to martial artists who consume it, allowing their cultivation to accelerate.
Needless to say, for this month, Tian Hong and Zhao Ji have been eating congee with 300-year-old ginseng every night.
Tian Hong has been practicing martial arts for decades. Although due to the influence of the larger environment, his cultivation has never reached a very high and profound realm, but on the level of the four layers of acquired skills, his accumulation is very deep.
Then, coming to the heavenly realm, after having an opportunity, Tianhong's cultivation could not help but break through and could not stop moving forward.
"Alright, alright, I concede. You've become a second-rate warrior and your strength far surpasses mine. If we continue to fight, I'll be completely outmatched. Let me cultivate for another level, then we can have a rematch."
Knowing that Tian Hong had become a second-rate warrior, Zhao Ji immediately unilaterally declared the end of the sparring session. The gap between the fourth and fifth layers of the acquired realm was indeed too great. Relying solely on the precision of martial skills, it wasn't easy to transcend the boundaries of cultivation.
Moreover, Zhao Ji's skill in martial arts was not superior to Tian Hong's, and he was even slightly inferior, let alone defeat him.
"Alright, I'll stop for today."
Tian Hong nodded in agreement and came down.
Today's battle, although it was just a warm-up in nature, neither side showed their killer moves, and they fought with all their might. However, Tian Hong had already felt quite satisfied.
Zhao Ji and Ding Dian gave up, the villagers who were watching, seeing that there was nothing more to see, gradually dispersed one after another. The empty space in the village suddenly became quiet.
"Tian Hong Master, your powerful Vajra Palm, I wonder if you can teach me. I won't learn in vain and can demonstrate the Bagua Quan to you."
On his way back, Zhao Ji hesitated for a long time before speaking to Tian Hong.
One of the 72 ultimate techniques of Shaolin, an unparalleled and powerful skill. Zhao Ji had long been eyeing it covetously, but was afraid that if he spoke out, he would be rejected, leaving no room for hope.
Now, Zhao Ji felt that his relationship with Tian Hong was already quite good, and he proposed to exchange the Eight Extremes Fist for the Great Power Vajra Palm, with some hope.
"You want to learn Dali Jin Gang Zhang."
After listening to Zhao Ji's words, Tian Hong's footsteps paused, and his advancing figure suddenly stopped. He furrowed his brow in deep thought for a long time before finally nodding and saying: "Alright. Originally, the Shaolin ultimate skill is not passed down to non-Shaolin disciples, but since I've come to the Heavenly Realm, there is no longer a Shaolin, so I don't need to adhere to the old rules either. I'll pass it on to you."
After a pause, Tian Hong said softly to himself: "In the past, Bodhidharma came east to spread Buddhism and martial arts, which gave rise to Shaolin. I spread Shaolin martial arts in the heavenly realm, thinking that Bodhidharma should not blame me."
"Really, it's too good, thank you Master Tianhong."
Although he had held onto a glimmer of hope, when Zhao Ji truly heard Tian Hong's affirmative answer, he was still overwhelmed with excitement and joy.
So far, Zhao Jihui's martial arts are just six, namely Shenzhao Jing, Yijin Jing, Shenxing Bai Bian, Raozhi Roujian Fa, Bagua Quan and Taiji Quan. Among them, except for Raozhi Roujian Fa which is slightly inferior, the other five martial arts are all supreme skills.
It is said that martial arts value precision over quantity, and as long as one masters one or two ultimate skills and cultivates them to the highest level, it's not difficult to become a master of one's generation. However, when an ultimate skill is presented in front of you, who can resist the urge to figure out how to learn it? At least, Zhao Ji couldn't.
Tian Hong's straightforwardness made Song Yuanqiao, who was standing by and saw it, frown slightly, possibly with some disapproval, but he didn't say a word.
In the afternoon, in the classroom of the school, Zhao Ji stood on the podium and swept his eyes over the many students sitting below. He said loudly: "Fellow students, this morning's battle between me and Tianhong Master, you should have all seen it."
"I've seen it."
Fifty-nine students chorused in unison.
The voices of fifty-nine people gathered together in this school, so loud, like tens of thousands of drums beating at the same time, the sound almost blew off the roof.
"So, what do you think?"
Zhao Ji asked.
"The teacher is so powerful, he can even make footprints on the ground."
"The teacher is too powerful, and in a flash of movement, his figure becomes invisible."
"What a wonderful battle! I never thought that warriors would be so powerful. From now on, I will also become a strong warrior."
"The teacher is so great, Master Tianhong is also so great, I don't know who is greater."
……
The students in the auditorium were like a bunch of rats whose pot had been overturned, each one chattering away with seven mouths and eight tongues, their chaotic voices blending together into an indistinguishable mess.
