Chapter 572: Chapter 556: A Punch Breaking the Sea, Xuanwu Fist

San Niang could no longer maintain her crouching posture, she stood up and went to the window, looking at the glittering sea outside, remaining silent for a long time.

Avoiding is always easier than facing, Guigui is lazy.

But no matter what, one can’t deceive one’s own heart, there indeed exists a desire to uncover everything.

A few months ago, before breaking through to the Second Layer Secret Treasure, one could say she dared not.

But now, at the Third Layer, breaking even with that person, what was there to fear?

If she said she feared, it was only in her heart. San Niang introspected and knew she was not as strong as people imagined.

Maybe it was just her nature, always troubled whenever she needed to make a choice, always needing someone ahead to decide for her, like Vermilion Bird in the sect.

What about at home?

Her waist tightened, Zhao Changhe embraced her from behind, quietly accompanying her as she watched the sea.

San Niang realized she had no thoughts of dodging or breaking free, leaning into his embrace, just like the wind and rain under the rock that day, so peaceful.

Zhao Changhe just held her like that, doing and saying nothing, the two stood quietly for a long time, until San Niang eventually said in a low voice, “I’ll listen to you.”

Those simple words seemed to lift a heavy stone from her heart, making her feel lighter by several pounds, physically and emotionally.

She leaned softly into the man’s embrace, feeling his hug that held no hint of lust, and found herself a bit greedy.

Would they continue hand in hand in the future…

When it comes time to fight with your Qing’er, who will you support…

Eh, that’s not right… I think I can openly bully the Winged Fire Snake… San Niang blinked, her previously somber mood suddenly becoming cheerful, her eyes filled with amusement.

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Having received a fearsome Demon aboard their Javanese fleet, naturally, they had no inclination to hunt for pirates anymore; the scattered ships regrouped and headed straight for Dong’an Island, where they were scheduled to meet with their allies.

The voyage would take a full seven days.

During those seven days, the Venerable woman did not leave her cabin, only having food and drink brought to her. Then she would shut the door, and what she and her little pig did inside, nobody knew.

One might think it shameless, but at night, no strange noises one might imagine were heard… It was unknown if it was because they refrained from doing anything for fear of being overheard.

The sailors weren’t sure whether their presence had either doomed that little pig or saved him from being drained dry. In any case, the Venerable never showed her face, but the little pig often came out to chat with the crew, asking about various maritime experiences, the customs of different countries, and learning about sailing and understanding the tides and currents, appearing like a curious and diligent learner.

In no time at all, he was handling the ship’s wheel and watching the wind and tides himself, truly quite clever.

No wonder he had won the Venerable’s favor: not only was he talkative and studious, but his sunny and open smile, with his bright white teeth, was also very charming, and the sailors liked this kind of young man, his facial scar too fitting the aesthetic of seafaring men.

And this little pig was really strong.

The two men who would have to exert all their strength to turn the steer, he would grip it with one hand, casually flicking it back and forth, playing with it as if it were a toy.

One couldn’t help but wonder if this strong man could just directly carry his Venerable around the room while making love, the mere thought of such a scene was enough to make one’s nose bleed…

But this little pig wasn’t quite normal either… he had a habit of taking sudden plunges into the sea, not surfacing for half a day.

The first time, Captain Lai Qi thought this guy was being impulsive, sending someone down to rescue him, only for the rescuer to be thrown back onto the deck, the expression very weird: “He’s punching fish underwater, killing a fish with each punch.”

Lai Qi: “?”

What kind of performance art was this?

Lai Qi was seriously vexed: “Should we wait?”

“He said not to wait for him, to keep sailing, and he’ll catch up later.”

“Hold on… how did you talk underwater?”

“I don’t know either, it’s like I just heard him talking.”

Lai Qi shivered, feeling that not only their Venerable was abnormal, but this little pig was also spooky.

At sea, besides the faith in the Sea God, there was also the presence of Buddhist beliefs; Lai Qi had heard some rumors about Buddhism… If that female Venerable was like a lofty Buddha, then this man was like an Asura.

After two days of rest, with San Niang frequently diving in to hold his cute, little Yin God and massage it, Zhao Changhe’s Divine Soul grew much stronger, and his previous state of spiritual weakness had improved a lot.

If they stayed on the island for several more days, their daily routine would mainly involve San Niang resting indoors to recover from her bone injuries, while Zhao Changhe began to plunge into the sea to practice his punches.

Now on the ship, it didn’t matter… If Zhao Changhe was cooped up in the cabin with nothing to do, he wouldn’t be able to sit still. Once he had rested enough, it was time to practice boxing. Especially since San Niang had already imparted her knowledge to him, he was now truly a successor of Xuanwu, and he absolutely needed practical application to digest it…

Xuanwu Fist, the second most powerful.

When Zhao Changhe first heard of this term in his early years, he had never thought that he was learning anything other than Xia Longyuan’s “My Fist,” but rather the Xuanwu Fist.

If one really needed to delve into the Xuanwu Fist, it actually sounded worse than “My Fist”; it was practically calling it a “Turtle Fist”…

No matter how dreadful the name, it did not hinder it from being one of the world’s most powerful boxing techniques, truly exerting force against nature in immense oceanic pressure.

Human strength could not possibly confront the sea; one needed to perceive it, understand it, thoroughly integrate the power of water, and then utilize it.

Then it transformed into the flow of his True Qi.

With one punch, able to split the waters and break the waves, what enemy could withstand such an outburst?

In the utmost softness of water, seek the utmost hardness!

“Boom!”

A spiral force pierced through the seawater beneath the sea, traveling a hundred zhang outward, shattering a rock on the ocean floor.

Zhao Changhe spun upwards, breaking the surface of the sea. Turning his head, he saw the ship was already several li away.

He raced across the waves, chasing after it swiftly.

Lai Qi and the others on the ship turned back, staring in astonishment.

His punch from the sea bed had consequences… As he left the surface, below him the spiral waves surged and soon soared skyward, forming a violent water column.

The water column slammed back into the sea, causing the sea to churn and waves to surge forth.

Zhao Changhe looked back, a giant wave furiously crashing down towards him.

Zhao Changhe took a deep breath, twisted his body, and delivered a punch.

Stars twinkled above, the galaxy seemed to spin in reverse, and behind him appeared a gigantic Blood Shadow Dharma that also mimicked his punching motion.

The massive punch heavily bombarded the wave above, the immense Gang Qi surprisingly clashed and held against the wave, which couldn’t crush down but suspended mid-air.

“Ha!” His fist power burst forth again.

Water splashed everywhere, turning into a sky full of mist.

Everyone on the ship opened their mouths wide, their minds went blank.

What was this?

A punch that dispersed a giant wave? Was this guy even human?

If such a punch landed on someone, wouldn’t it burst someone alive!

This was Zhao Changhe’s third day of practicing boxing under the sea, Xuanwu’s strength, mastering the art.

San Niang rarely left the cabin, stood at the stern watching Zhao Changhe stride meteor-like on the waves, her eyes filled with a soft glow.

He truly was a genius…

Ten zhang from the ship, Zhao Changhe once again lightly touched the water surface, leaping up like a giant roc spreading its wings, and landed steadily next to San Niang, flashing a smile, “It seems I’ve mastered it.”

San Niang pursed her lips, “Average.”

She shifted her gaze away, not looking at his nearly naked body, the strong muscles glistening with droplets of water.

Looking was like inviting thirst, so tempting…

San Niang suddenly thought, right now she could still bully this stinky pig, grabbing his fist, and he would just sit helplessly moved. But with the speed of his progress, one day it might be like Taishan pressing down on her, and she wouldn’t be able to move…

Thinking about this, her heart raced, and San Niang shamefully discovered that she might be even more drenched than his body right now.

She forced a composed demeanor, blandly said, “That was just a small wave, nothing impressive about dispersing it. That only shows you’ve entered the doorway, don’t be arrogant, keep working hard. When you can punch back a tsunami one day, that will be the true endpoint.”

Zhao Changhe laughed softly, skeptical if San Niang herself had such a level, but he chose not to argue.

San Niang might not, but Emperor Ye might.

That was not the endpoint… That was what he needed to surpass.