Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 411: The Way of the Fist

Chapter 411: Chapter 411: The Way of the Fist

"The cultivation method I transmitted to you is rather special, this Nangong Ming even thought you had acquired some Heaven Rank Martial Artist’s legacy treasure... Hah, how ridiculous! However, Miaomiao, you must also be careful next time when you cultivate to avoid being seen by those with ill intentions!"

After watching Nangong Ming’s figure disappear, Fang Bai turned around and said to Wang Miaomiao with a smile.

"Hmm, Miaomiao has remembered!"

Wang Miaomiao, with a look of embarrassment, lowered her head and spoke respectfully.

"Actually, Nangong Ming didn’t attack you just now, he should feel fortunate."

Fang Bai laughed smugly and said, "That jade pendant I gave you is not just for show. If he had dared to hurt you, he would have been skinned alive if not killed outright!"

Hearing this, Wang Miaomiao couldn’t help but touch the jade pendant at her chest again.

She had previously only known that this jade pendant could withstand a strike from an Earth Level Martial Artist, but she had never expected it could also counterattack and injure an opponent. Although she found this somewhat unbelievable, she still believed Fang Bai’s words.

In her eyes, Fang Bai was someone who could perform miracles!

"Come, take this opportunity, I’ll practice the ’Swallow Dance Breeze Fist’ once through. Watch closely!"

Fang Bai walked slowly to a flat spot beside an ancient pine, clenched his hands into fists, and moved his feet like dragons and snakes. With fist technique coordinating with movement technique, every move and style were performed slowly.

With Fang Bai’s current realm, if he were to fully exert himself in practicing ’Swallow Dance Breeze Fist’, the pathways of the fist technique, the footwork of the movement technique, and so forth, Wang Miaomiao would simply not be able to discern clearly, and she also wouldn’t be able to stand within a radius of three meters from him, otherwise, she would definitely be hurt by the force of his punches.

In order to let Wang Miaomiao understand as much as possible of the profound meanings of the ’Swallow Dance Breeze Fist’, Fang Bai reduced the speed of his practice to the slowest, and the range covered by the force of his punches was also reduced to within one meter around him, so Wang Miaomiao could come close to observe.

When Fang Bai previously transmitted this ’Swallow Dance Breeze Fist’ to Wang Miaomiao, it was through verbal instruction, and then he guided her as she repeatedly practiced. This was the first time he personally demonstrated it.

If Wang Miaomiao’s practice of ’Swallow Dance Breeze Fist’ gave the impression of being agile, quick, powerful, and graceful, then Fang Bai’s practice of this set of fist techniques was simple and brutal, giving an impression of nothing but power and destruction.

Fang Bai used only thirty percent of his True Yuan, but it still displayed a frightening might.

With each punch he struck, it was like a gust of strong wind sweeping by, the sound of the wind from his fists was deafening, and the pebbles on the ground were stirred up and flew around. The ancient pine beside him was affected by the force of his punches, its pine needles fell swiftly, leaving nothing but bare branches in a blink of an eye.

Fang Bai practiced the ’Swallow Dance Breeze Fist’ four times back to back, with his True Yuan improving continuously, each time faster and stronger than the last.

By the fourth practice, Fang Bai was like a Giant Eagle incarnate, his movement technique soaring and his fists striking out as if he were a Giant Eagle flapping its wings to take flight. Wherever he passed, the sky darkened, the earth blurred, and stones flew chaotically, creating a heart-stopping scene.

Wang Miaomiao’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief as she watched Fang Bai.

She dared not imagine what the result would be if she were to stand within the range of Fang Bai’s punching force at that moment.

The forceful True Yuan that formed the wind from his punches would instantly turn any pebbles caught in it into dust—let alone her flesh and blood body?

Wang Miaomiao had never anticipated that a fist technique could be cultivated to such a powerful realm. This far surpassed her understanding.

Before, Wang Miaomiao thought that a Profound Level Martial Artist like Pavilion Master Wen Yu was already a top-notch expert in the Secular Ancient Martial World of Huaxia. But compared with Fang Bai, Wen Yu was simply like a minor magician in the presence of a great sorcerer, not even worth mentioning.

"I wonder when I’ll be able to practice this fist technique to such a realm!"

Wang Miaomiao, watching Fang Bai beside the ancient pine leap like a Giant Eagle, move like a Divine Dragon, and strike with force enough to topple mountains and overturn seas, wore a face full of intoxication and fascination, her heart yearning dreamily.

Fang Bai performed the fist technique several times, while the watching Wang Miaomiao was shocked, excited, thrilled... a mix of emotions swirling inside her. However, Fang Bai himself remained calm and collected, his expression unchanged, as if he had just done something utterly trivial.

Fang Bai leaped up and landed on a two-meter tall standing stone, where he sat down cross-legged, and said to Wang Miaomiao, "This ’Swallow Dance Breeze Fist’ may seem simple, but when practiced to the extreme, it can still unleash immense power! Did you clearly see the crucial points of what I just demonstrated?"

This technique is considered simple? Please, it seemed to me incredibly profound and unfathomably mysterious!

Wang Miaomiao felt speechless and nodded, saying, "I saw most of it clearly... There are some parts I don’t understand, please enlighten me, Doctor Fang!"

"Hmm, show me what you’ve learned!"

As he spoke, Fang Bai took out some baijiu and snacks that he had stored in his Spatial Ring from his finger, and set them in front of him. Then he began to eat and drink leisurely, savoring each bite and sip.

Wang Miaomiao knew that Fang Bai had the ability to observe and listen in all directions, and his perception was extremely powerful. Although he was not looking at her, he would clearly know everything she did next.

Practiced by the same person, Wang Miaomiao’s performance of the fist technique added a touch of softness and elegance, fitting the artistic conception of "Swallow Dance" and "Breeze" of the technique, but the power of each punch, compared to Fang Bai’s, was simply incomparable.

One could say Wang Miaomiao’s execution of the fist technique was more aesthetically pleasing, while Fang Bai’s approach was simple and brutal, an art designed for killing.

"Doctor Fang, I’ve finished practicing! Please give me your guidance!"

Having completed her round of the technique, Wang Miaomiao was greatly exhausted, her breaths short and labored, her body dripping with sweat, and a blush spreading across her cheeks. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked up at Fang Bai.

Fang Bai tilted back his head and drained the remaining liquor in the bottle, wiped his mouth, and said, "Too flexible, lacking in firmness and vigor! Moreover, your strength and realm are not sufficient. You can only unleash three to four parts out of ten parts of the power, which is quite a pity!"

Rising from the stone, he leaped down and continued with a smile, "However, considering you’ve just started learning, it’s already quite good that you’ve reached this level! Now watch closely as I throw another punch, and pay attention to how I concentrate the True Yuan to a single point before releasing it explosively!"

He walked over to the ancient pine that was now covered with fallen needles and, without any fancy moves, threw a direct punch.

Boom—

A bursting sound echoed in the night sky.

At the moment Fang Bai’s fist made contact with the trunk of the ancient pine, a potent accumulation of True Yuan that had already been gathered at his fist suddenly exploded outward like a thousand-pound hammer smashing fiercely against the thick trunk.

Instantly, wood chips flew, and the robust and resilient ancient pine, under the assault of Fang Bai’s punch, exploded into pieces of splintered wood that whirled through the night air with the wind.

Wang Miaomiao stood dumbfounded, petrified where she was.

If that ancient pine were replaced with a person, wouldn’t the person just turn into a pile of flesh under Fang Bai’s punch?