Chapter 232-3: Champion’s Lecture, The Way of Technique (3) |
As the Champion Fighter continued, Phase Kill simulated and reshaped his own fighting style in his mind.
In truth, there was still far too much he did not understand.
But this was not a classroom in reality. The Champion Fighter would not give any warrior a chance to ask questions.
Just as the Barbarian Thrall had said before coming, how much you learn depends on your comprehension.
The Champion Fighter’s instruction would not pause for any fighter’s confusion and then go into in-depth explanation.
The core was to learn as much as you could.
Once the brief training course ended, they would still be thrown back into the arena, continuing to produce rule energy for the ancient gods through battle.
The current teaching was like seasoning sprinkled before the delicacy was served at the table.
The purpose was to make the dish taste better.
Even if he died back in the arena, he could still return to the village and start over.
He had plenty of time to rewatch, to practice repeatedly, to slowly integrate the Champion Fighter’s techniques into his fighting style.
Opportunities for growth like this could not be learned outside, except in the Ancient God Arena.
Time flew by in study, and in the livestream some players had already produced edited clips for each combat technique.
When ten combat technique lessons ended, the Champion Fighter moved to the next topic.
“Next, I will teach you some practical basic techniques in combat and the specific application methods after converting blood and qi into energy.”
“Technique one, Mountain Crusher.”
The Champion Fighter slowly raised his right fist. Crimson blood-and-qi power wrapped around his knuckles like burning flames.
As he moved, the surrounding air seemed to be evacuated. All energy converged upon his fist edge.
In the next instant, his fist casually hammered forward.
Boom.
With a thunderous crash, the entire Combat Plaza shook violently. The black crystals on the ground shattered in an instant, sending countless shards flying and causing a small earthquake.
Where the fist edge landed, the ground collapsed into a massive pit, with cracks like a spiderweb spreading outward for dozens of meters.
“The power of Mountain Crusher does not lie in brute force, but in the eruption after blood and qi have been condensed.”
“Blood and qi are like a river. Gathered to a single point, they can crush mountains and rend the earth.”
After the demonstration, the Champion Fighter continued.
“Technique two, Sky Rend.”
The Champion Fighter’s figure moved. Without any blood-and-qi augmentation, his motions were lightning fast. His fists lashed out like a storm, each punch carrying a sharp sound of tearing air, as if even space itself were being ripped.
Fist shadows interwove, forming an impenetrable net.
Like a vortex, it could grind any enemy to pieces within.
“Sky Rend emphasizes speed and precision. Let blood and qi flow through the meridians and connect to every bone. Only then can your punches flash like lightning and tear through the air unhindered.”
Warriors on the plaza all held their breath, trying to catch the Champion Fighter’s movements. The speed was simply too fast. Even though he deliberately slowed down, they could only see a blur of afterimages.
Some of the stronger alien warriors had excitement flashing in their eyes, clearly having gleaned a few essentials.
Phase Kill also failed to see clearly and planned to slow the playback multiple times after the training course ended.
When the drill ended, the Champion Fighter returned to the stone pillar.
“Technique three, Soul Suppressor.”
The Champion Fighter drew both fists to his waist. The power of blood and qi across his body suddenly retracted, as if all force had been compressed to the limit.
In the next moment, his fists blasted out. A crimson ferocious beast phantom appeared upon the fist edge, opening its blood maw and unleashing a heaven-shaking roar.
Roar.
With the roar, an invisible pressure swept across the Combat Plaza. All the warriors felt as if their souls had been slammed hard. Their minds shook and blood and qi surged.
Some of the weaker warriors even dropped to their knees on the spot, faces deathly pale.
Phase Kill was among them. Veins bulged on his forehead. He felt like a lone boat in a storm, about to be swallowed at any moment by colossal waves at sea.
“Soul Suppressor uses blood and qi to cow the opponent’s mind, imposing spiritual suppression.”
Just then, the roar abruptly dissipated.
The Champion Fighter stopped suddenly. His feet rooted firmly atop the stone pillar. The blood and qi around him condensed into a thick shield, like a mountain that could not be shaken.
“Technique four, Bedrock.”
The Champion Fighter crossed his arms over his chest, then used blood and qi to condense a mock enemy a short distance before him.
The instant the mock enemy formed, it rushed at the Champion Fighter. Fists poured down like raindrops, yet they could not shake the Champion Fighter in the slightest.
“Bedrock emphasizes stillness to control motion, defense as offense. In battle, defense is not passive beating, but a means to seek the opponent’s flaws. Only by making yourself as steady as a mountain can you stand in an invincible position.”
With that, the Champion Fighter’s figure suddenly became illusory, like a reflection under moonlight, blurred and hard to grasp.
This demonstration’s attacks were no longer based on straight lines, but mainly arcs and detours. Fist shadows fell like moonlight, indistinguishable between real and false.
“Technique five, Phantom Moon.”
“Phantom Moon emphasizes the union of reality and illusion, using the false to pass for the real. If you can confuse your opponent’s judgment, you can create more chances to overcome the enemy.”
At this moment, the Champion Fighter’s body grew light. His steps were like flowing clouds, as if merged with the surrounding environment.
The movements seemed slow, yet contained a powerful sense of rhythm. Each step deftly avoided the mock enemy’s attacks.
His hands were like a breeze skimming water, gentle yet unfathomable. At times a light touch would guide the opponent’s force to the side.
“Technique six, Flowing Cloud.”
“Flowing Cloud emphasizes borrowing force and following momentum. No matter how strong the enemy’s power, if you can guide it cleverly, you can turn it to your own use. Flowing Cloud is like water, acting in accord with the situation.”
“Technique seven…”
At the end of the drill, the Champion Fighter slowly drew in. The surging waves of blood and qi dissipating from him gradually calmed, as if all power had returned to his body.
His breathing was steady, his gaze serene:
“Technique ten, Return to Origin.”
“Return to Origin emphasizes recovery and adjustment in battle.”
“Consumption in battle is inevitable. How to rapidly restore blood and qi and adjust your state in battle is a technique every warrior must master. Only by making the body like a boundless sea, drawing in the energies of heaven and earth like how all rivers flow to the sea, can you return everything to one breath and keep life unending.”
“Next, follow my breathing rhythm and try to draw the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into your body.”
The application demonstrations of these practical techniques made Phase Kill’s heart pound wildly.
He could clearly feel how terrifying the combat techniques displayed by the Champion Fighter were.
It was not only a display of strength, but the perfect mastery of blood and qi, body, and will.
As the strongest of the new generation in Bloodslaughter City in the real world, he felt that the body arts he had learned before were not even fur in front of the Champion Fighter.
After several hours of lessons ended, the Champion Fighter’s gaze swept across the figures on the plaza, crimson pupils kindling with flame.
“Strength without technique is mere brute force. Technique without strength are mere gimmicks. Only by fusing strength and technique into one can you grow stronger the more you fight. When you treat each battle as tempering for growth, you can forge yourself into a blade that cuts through anything.”
With that, the Champion Fighter’s figure slowly faded, as if he had never appeared.
Phase Kill and the alien warriors on the plaza could not calm down for a long time. Their eyes were filled with shock and awe, as if they had undergone a baptism of the soul.
Although the explanation process gave them no time to digest, every warrior had nonetheless learned something to some extent.
With the teaching over, spatial spirit patterns surfaced beneath all the warriors’ feet, and they were collectively teleported back to their respective arena ladder levels.
Back in his room, Phase Kill decisively called up the forum interface, ready to save the Champion Fighter’s lecture video recording.
But on second thought, he switched to the forum.
Just as he expected, players had already finished editing the video content and uploaded it to the forum before he returned.
No need to do it himself. He could just save it directly.