It’s not strange for Ancient Martial Arts cultivation techniques to have drawbacks; some can rapidly increase one’s martial skills, but they can harm the body and, in severe cases, even affect the mind. This is different from deviating in practice due to external disturbances or attempting to progress too quickly out of impatience, which ultimately leads to madness.
However, a faulty cultivation technique means the technique itself is flawed, leading to certain problems once a person practices it. Lin Tian didn’t have time to ponder this because Ning Luoxi’s fist was already attacking towards his face.
It’s true that Ning Luoxi is formidable, but Lin Tian isn’t outmatched by her; his only concern is that he might injure her if he uses too much force, and then how would he explain that to Fang Ming, her precious daughter? If she were an enemy, it would be easy to justify crippling her or even killing her—anything would be better than the current situation.
A series of punches and kicks clashing could be heard as the two exchanged dozens of blows in the span of a few breaths, each strike straightforward and forceful, with no fanciness involved.
Due to the rapid pace, only Miss and Zhang Lingyu among the onlookers could see clearly. Especially Miss, who didn’t blink as she watched the two fight, absorbing their struggle into her pupils and gleaning the experience from their combat.
While their combat was devoid of fanciness, the angles of their punches and the pivot points of their blocks contained profound principles. It’s only by spotting weaknesses that one can properly defend against attacks.
Xiao Manxue also discovered an astonishing secret; Lin Tian fought with no set pattern or Ancient Martial Arts moves, yet his attacks and defenses were incredibly accurate. It seemed as though his eyes could predict Ning Luoxi’s next moves and their flaws beforehand. How did he do it?
Of course, she didn’t know that Lin Tian was using his X-ray vision to spot Ning Luoxi’s weaknesses, continuously pressing his attacks, defeating her without injuring her.
Lin Tian’s breathing suddenly changed, and his punches became fierce yet unpredictable, always striking Ning Luoxi’s weak spots. Watching the blend of brute force and cunning in his style left Miss dazzled and astonished. How powerful must one’s spiritual power be to effortlessly switch between these two opposing styles of attack?
But for Lin Tian, there was no need for deliberation; the intensity of his attacks was simply a zombie’s forte, and using X-ray vision to see weaknesses was another. The combat flowed naturally as if an innate part of him, for they were his body’s abilities.
"Let’s see how many punches you can take!" Lin Tian had time to speak even as he fought, his punching power remaining the same but the speed suddenly doubling.
Lin Tian’s punching stance was simple, and had to be simple, since he knew no superfluous moves. The steps involved were basic—step forward, punch, step forward, punch—repeating without end.
Yet his punching speed continued to increase, which was not something an ordinary person could achieve, let alone see clearly. At this point, Lin Tian no longer needed to parry because Ning Luoxi was reduced to only being able to defend.
"Take one more punch!" Lin Tian’s right fist hammered down like an iron mallet, while Ning Luoxi lifted her hands to block. With a "bang," fist met palm.
Lin Tian’s attacks halted, and Ning Luoxi also remained motionless, both standing as if frozen.
"Can’t hold on any longer, can you?" Lin Tian said softly, his tone like that of lovers talking, as if they hadn’t just been in a fierce battle.
"I... I still can!" Ning Luoxi gasped for air, but she couldn’t launch any more attacks, totally exhausted by Lin Tian’s relentless assault!
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