Why do I have so many masters?
Chapter 867 - 90 Sincerity in Treating Others (6600 Combined)_3

Ci opened his eyes, first chanting a Buddhist name softly, then speaking in a calm voice:

"There is no high or low in martial arts, but there are levels of martial power."

"If we have not yet mastered our own martial arts, there is no need to look at others' tomes. Just like our Shaolin lineage, even the most basic Inner Strength, if cultivated to its peak, is actually not much different from those so-called Divine Skills."

The first sentence was directed at Hong Luoyu, but the latter was a warning to Wang Anfeng, with some concern that he might be dazzled by the numerous Divine Skills and Secret Tomes mentioned by Hong Luoyu, hence interrupting his own Meditative Concentration and actively waking up to speak.

Wang Anfeng nodded and said:

"Disciple understands."

Ci slowly nodded his head.

Hong Luoyu realized he had gotten carried away and said something useless, so he coughed twice and said seriously:

"That is also what I think."

"I just didn't have the chance to say it..."

"The truly beneficial part is actually the utility of this scroll fragment 'Jade Bi Shadow'."

"After you reached the Middle Third Rank, the Copper Man Lane is no longer suitable for you. The combat data recorded there is only useful in the Lower Third Rank; at the Middle Third Rank, the Qi Mechanism is nurtured, the motions of the hand and foot are unlike ordinary people, something those guys chasing after... well, I mean, chasing after Master to pick up trash can't even begin to conceive of."

"Like ants living and dying in a day, summer insects cannot speak of ice; it is just so, having never seen it, even though just a line away, it is as vast as the Yuanghai, thinking about it is already wrong."

"Now that you have this Heavenly Inquiry Scroll Fragment, Jade Bi Shadow, you can record the martial arts displayed by opponents you face, and then when you enter this place again, you can compete against all the masters in the world at the peak of Mount Hua."

Saying this, although Hong Luoyu was trying hard to maintain the dignity and composure of a master, his speech unintentionally quickened, his eyebrows danced, clearly extremely excited, as if he might dance with joy if he had hands and feet, but now he could only float, expressing some regret in the end, saying:

"It's just a pity that this thing is after all incomplete, and for Grandmaster-level martial artists who can communicate with Heaven and Earth, its utility is minuscule, otherwise I might be able to go in and have some fun too."

At this moment, Wang Anfeng finally understood a bit.

Though he did not know exactly how it was achieved or why Mr. Ying was so exhausted, he at least understood its use, and as a martial artist experienced in combat, he immediately knew the benefits of this item.

When confronting an enemy, if one could detect part of their ultimate skills during the probing phase, it is undeniable that one could gain several initial advantages during real combat, as the Military Family says, knowing oneself and the enemy, like this, for example, if one could know the opponent's ultimate skills before engaging, not only would one not fall into their traps, but could also seize the opportunity to counterattack.

Even without any records now, just looking at the present it has great benefits.

Previously, Wang Anfeng planned to imitate the opponent's musical martial arts with Lion's Roar, and to imitate the opponent's domineering palm technique with Great Vajra Palm Force, though similar, they actually had significant flaws, with a certain chance of being detected by 'Qiong Qi'.

Now able to spar with the elder at any time and scrutinize carefully, while the core Inner Strength circulation might not be learned, the external moves and imposing manner can be learned ten percent, even if it's just a bluff, it's sufficient.

Feeling waves of emotion, Wang Anfeng ignored the smug Hong Luoyu, who was waiting to enjoy a look of admiration, and instead looked at the nearby scholar in the green robe, full of admiration.

Truly worthy of Mr. Ying.

Effortlessly achieved what others could not.

......

With such an opportunity and limited time, it certainly cannot be wasted.

Wang Anfeng summoned the spirit and vigor he usually used to persevere in Copper Man Lane, sparring several times with the 'Hu People expert', because when they suddenly clashed, both had apprehension in their hearts, though they exchanged blows, it was only within the probing realm, without using Full Strength, recording only one set of palm techniques and two ancient and simple syllables.

The palm technique was easy to say, as the Heavenly Inquiry Scroll contains various Divine Skills passed down over the centuries; deducing other moves based on the essence of the elder's poised move is not difficult.

But the syllables seemed to come from an incredible Divine Skill from the Jianghu of foreign lands, able to evoke spiritual charm and move the soul; the Heavenly Inquiry Scroll contains no similar martial arts, only those two syllables being used alternately.

Since it was sparring, Wang Anfeng relaxed his mind, directly engaging in close combat with that 'elder', first using Lion's Roar against that foreign syllable martial art, and using the Prajna Palm imbued with Vajra Palm Force to counter the opponent's ingenious yet unadorned palm technique.

The next bout was purely an attempt to break the elder's palm technique and Qi Mechanism with Swordsmanship.

Then it was circling with Qinggong, supplemented by Hidden Weapons and poisons.

Without using any Divine Weapon, he fought seven rounds, only narrowly winning one.

In the end, to test his Golden Bell Shield level, he stood still and took ten consecutive palms from the Hu elder head-on, directing his energy to manage the shock to his vital organs; being withdrawn from the Mount Hua Swordsmanship Competition by Hong Luoyu, who controlled his body with Inner Qi, throwing him into a medicinal bath Wu Changqing had long prepared, causing a large spray of water.

With the medicinal power entering his body, Wang Anfeng felt invigorated, his muscles trembled naturally, floating to the surface, shaking off the water droplets from his hair, feeling the muscular soreness right away.

With a grin at the corner of his mouth, he leaned against the wooden tub, sprawling in the medicinal bath, every muscle in pain, thus even more able to sense the medicinal power like thousands of ants crawling into his body, resolving the sensations of muscle soreness and pain.