CHAPTER 83: CHAPTER 82: BREATHING TECHNIQUE, PART 2

The two people fighting in the field.

One has a broad back and a powerful build, with eyes as cruel as a wolf’s, it is Zhou Yang, who had previously trained Lou Yi and his group.

The other is thin and agile, moving on the sandy ground like a monkey, constantly dodging Zhou Yang’s punches.

’Bang!’

’Bang!’

’Bang!’

Every punch from Zhou Yang emitted a sound explosion several times stronger than ordinary firecrackers.

Sand flew all around, and the bells hung on the boundary ropes kept clanging ’dang dang’.

Some punches were blocked by his opponent, but still sent him airborne, dissipating the force mid-air, showing the terrifying strength, which left everyone watching in shock.

"Ha ha, you only know how to dodge, how can you comprehend the true essence of the Extreme Fist?"

Zhou Yang roared angrily and released a heavy punch like an enraged Jin Gang.

The opponent blocked with his arms, but his expression changed drastically, everyone heard the ’crack’ of a bone fracture.

Immediately, he turned into a parabola, helplessly flying to the edge of the sand field, headfirst into the sand.

The flying distance was at least fifty or sixty feet.

"Hurry, save him!" The onlookers exclaimed in alarm.

Chen Muju, who had brought Lou Yi and his group, darted into the field like a rabbit to rescue his fellow sect member.

"Zhou Yang, you were too harsh!" An Inner Disciple scolded angrily.

But Zhou Yang sneered disdainfully: "Sparring should be done with all one’s might, enemies won’t give a second chance in the future."

Before leaving, he glanced menacingly at the field’s perimeter, his gaze cruel and intimidating.

Many of those being watched couldn’t help but lower their heads.

"Senior Brother Zhou, you’re amazing," Jia Hong praised.

"Hmph, just that he’s been practicing martial arts for a few more years than us," Huang Longgang remarked with some envy.

Although Zhou Yang had a good relationship with him, he refused to bow his head in front of the woman he loved.

"Indeed, I believe Brother Huang won’t be any worse than Senior Brother Zhou in the future," Jia Hong turned her beautiful eyes to him and spoke sincerely, which made his face light up with joy.

Lou Yi was savoring the fight between Zhou Yang and the other, clearly showing a level far above Xu Xi, the leader of the Sunset Mountain household.

"So this is a martial artist with three Qi-Blood or more," Lou Yi thought as he replayed the scene of facing Zhou Yang in his mind, "It’s not impossible to win, but you would only know after actually fighting."

Of course, if it was a life or death duel, he felt much more confident.

Currently, despite not having practiced a breathing technique, he was confident enough to face a Small Cycle Martial Artist.

Once the breathing technique was mastered, breaking through should boost his strength significantly, Lou Yi was eagerly waiting.

At that time, he must spar seriously with Zhou Yang to let him know why the flowers are so red.

Several newcomers, including Lou Yi, who had just entered the Inner Sect, were taken to a corner of the north area of the Martial Arts Arena to learn the breathing technique from a fresh face.

The man appeared to be in his twenties, chubby and pale, with a round face sporting a friendly smile, exuding a merchant-like aura, making it hard to imagine him as a martial arts expert.

"My name is Li Yagui, a ninth-generation disciple of the Extreme Fist Sect. Some aspects of the breathing technique you might already know, but I must reiterate,"

"Breathing techniques require a significant mobilization of Primordial Qi, do not attempt when tired, hungry, or physically unwell..."

"Combine breathing techniques with paired fist techniques for optimal results. You all are familiar with Chain Fist, this technique is an advanced version of it, essentially the same..."

Li Yagui first taught everyone the breathing technique, then the fist techniques to be practiced while breathing.

The Extreme Fist Sect’s breathing technique, called the Yellow Extreme Breathing Technique, is far more challenging than the Hu Family Breathing Technique Lou Yi previously obtained.

It includes various types of breathing such as mouth breathing, nose breathing, chest breathing, abdominal breathing, long breathing, and short breathing.

Like the three long and one short mouth breathing, two short and four long nose breathing, which must be combined with paired fist techniques.

And just like music, different beats combine with each other without any pattern, when exerting and retracting the force of the fist, the rhythm must be in sync with the beats.

A complete set of breathing and fist technique takes half an hour to practice.

If either is incorrect, achieving the desired result is difficult, possibly even causing physical harm.

But if combined perfectly, it can smoothly mobilize the body’s Qi-Blood, making it circulate rapidly, several times faster than that of ordinary people.

After Li Yagui’s explanation, everyone began practicing on the spot.

Some time later, everyone looked disheartened, clearly having gained little.

"Hard, right?" Li Yagui asked.

Seeing everyone nodding, he pointed to another corner where thirty or forty people stood: "Some of them have been here for years and still haven’t mastered it."

"Don’t rush, take your time; the more anxious, the harder it is to learn," Li Yagui advised with a smile, "If it were so easy, martial artists would be everywhere, and the Hundred Beasts Mountain Range would have long been cleared."

"However, be sure to break through before eighteen,"

"If surpassing that age, the potential will be nothing much, and the sect won’t invest many resources in you."

After saying that, Li Yagui left the field, giving Lou Yi and his group time to practice.

’Eighteen, huh.’

Upon hearing this, Lou Yi’s eyes flashed; he was almost twenty.

But with an Attribute Panel, the so-called potential seemed imaginary to him.

"Damn, is this even possible for humans to practice?" Zhan Weida complained and stopped.

"I heard the Extreme Fist Sect’s breathing technique is top-notch in the martial world, otherwise it wouldn’t be this difficult," Jia Hong said softly.

"Indeed, otherwise my family wouldn’t send me here with our family-inherited breathing technique," Huang Longgang every time, would boast inevitably, or else he wouldn’t feel comfortable, "Miss Jia, don’t worry, Inner Sect disciples can receive a Purifying God Incense every month, which helps significantly."

"Is it?" Jia Hong’s eyes brightened.

Purifying God Incense can calm the mind, enabling greater focus; it’s a precious auxiliary material for martial training.

Among them, only Lou Yi and Jin Feng continued practicing with heads down.

Breathe, punch, breathe, punch.

Lou Yi practiced for quite a while, but still couldn’t find the rhythm, so he stopped.

"Let’s go, get the Purifying God Incense," Zhan Weida called to him.

Just as the group stepped out of the Martial Arts Arena, they saw Zhou Yang approaching barring his strong physique exerting immense pressure.

"Junior brothers and sisters, are you heading to get the Purifying God Incense? I’ve already fetched this month’s share for you," Zhou Yang smiled broadly at everyone.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Zhou," Jia Hong, Huang Longgang, and others expressed their gratitude.

Lou Yi remained silent, sensing the malice in Zhou Yang’s gaze.

As expected, Zhou Yang first handed Huang Longgang a Purifying God Incense, wrapped in red paper so its contents were hidden.

Then it was Jia Hong, Jin Feng, Zhan Weida; each of them received one, but it stopped at Lou Yi.

"Sorry, all gone. The storeroom’s supply is limited, Junior Brother Liu has to wait for next time," Zhou Yang sneered, his lips curled in mockery.

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