Cosmic-Level Demon God-Chapter 70 - 64 Old Liang: The Stature of My Disciple, Martial God!

Chapter 70: Chapter 64 Old Liang: The Stature of My Disciple, Martial God!

"Genius often lies in such unpretentiousness."

The words on the achievement panel didn’t disturb Qin Shi’s tranquil heart.

It was like a pebble thrown into a lake, creating a few ripples before returning to calm.

Bang!

When the hundredth punch was unleashed with force, the thick air seemed to be pounded by a heavy hammer, causing visible waves and indentations.

It was like a huge rock dropped into a pond, sending white waves shooting up, carrying dust and sand in all directions!

"Oh my gosh!"

Old Liang, sitting on the cement steps, was dumbfounded, his mouth filled with dust, spitting out several times.

But he wasn’t angry, instead, he smiled happily:

"Not following the old path of Hong Sheng’s Assassination Fist, that’s great! As the grand master said, youth are yet to see the world, understand love and hate, or experience life and death, even if their heads explode with thinking, they can’t comprehend ’Dao’ or realize ’Li’.

But now it seems, that’s not true! My disciple has the posture of a Martial God!"

It wasn’t surprising that Old Liang was so out of character, considering that Hong Sheng’s True Inheritance included a hundred postures in its refining stance, with the four fundamental elements: wind, forest, fire, and mountain!

Each core heart stance contained numerous variations of fist techniques, body techniques, and killing moves.

But through generations of study and practice, ’As Swift as the Wind’ gradually became mainstream, and the only suitable introductory technique was the ruthless and sinister Assassination Fist.

Old Liang learned it, as did his master.

As for the grand master, he chose an even harder path, not necessary to mention more.

In short, famous and reputable sects.

Their cherished secret ’heart stance’ was both a smooth path and a barrier that hindered progress.

Disciples could learn quickly, but later breaking the limitations set by predecessors and founding masters would be nearly impossible.

"I didn’t expect it, I actually have the talent to be a brilliant mentor. My disciple advanced so quickly, mastering both training and techniques, and now even understanding nourishing spirit and visualization, extracting his own heart stance imagery.

Even though it was ninety-nine percent sweat and one percent inspiration, it couldn’t have happened without my excellent guidance!"

While praising Qin Shi’s talent, Old Liang also credited himself substantially.

He even started to think that serving as a P.E. teacher at Sons and Daughters Ninth Middle School was underutilizing his abilities.

"Could it be, I also have the potential to be a Martial God mentor at one of the Four National Universities?"

Seeing his disciple comprehend the heart stance and form his own style, Old Liang swelled with pride.

He began to think little of Martial Arts Systems professors from Qiguang Heng University and Jia Kai Science University, directly comparing himself to top academicians at the Four National Universities.

If Qin Shi improved further and instantly refined his heart stance, he might consider applying for the Director of Education.

"Old Liang looks like he hit the jackpot, smiling so broadly his mouth is reaching his ears."

After completing the hundred punches, Qin Shi felt refreshed, his pores opened, allowing sweat and heat to pour out.

The twelve blood-red main veins in his mortal body fully stretched, appearing darker and more profound as if tempered anew.

"Wind Fist Stream! Such a powerful heart stance, such formidable killing moves, I comprehended it! No wonder I’m a genius!"

Qin Shi exhaled a deep breath, feeling delighted.

With physical exhaustion driving his vigorous life force, it was as if water streamed through his blood and flesh, nourishing his mortal body.

It made him feel not tired but rather like soaking in a hot spring, extremely comfortable.

He quickly recollected himself, focused his mind, and looked back at the achievement panel.

[Profession: Fighter (Activated)]

[Skills: Wind Fist Stream (Extracted)]

[Techniques: Wind Chime, Instant Shadow, Torrent]

The three icons were dim, waiting for him to make a choice.

"Wind Chime is a fist technique, gathering airflow in the fist to unleash explosive damage, like a feral bird’s screech!

Instant Shadow is a body technique, using air rotation to achieve wind speed, instantly dashing forward; with sufficient life force, it can even achieve second and third-rank dashes, crossing nearly a hundred meters!

As for Torrent, it boosts qi circulation, accelerating the Circulation of the Heavens, gaining more than double the physical stamina and strength."

After understanding the three techniques of the Wind Fist Stream, Qin Shi concluded:

"Wind Chime is high damage flat A, Instant Shadow is high mobility displacement, Torrent is a violent burst... Why can’t I have them all!"

He was dissatisfied, thinking that using the three techniques together would create the unique violent style of the Wind Fist Stream.

How could they be separated!

It was like buying a game but having to spend extra money to unlock characters!

Pure merchant behavior!

Qin Shi silently complained a few times and carefully observed the additional information about the Wind Fist Stream in the Fighter profession’s achievement panel.

[Wind Fist Stream: Master the airflow, control wind speed, perfectly combining ’wind’ and ’fist’ to achieve the balance of ’power’ and ’speed’, known for its graceful body techniques and sharp attacks.

Note: This profession can upgrade from ’Entry Level’ to ’Mastery’, unlocking new skill bars.]

"This is pushing me to grind and become a Working Warrior. A student’s main job is to study; a teaching assistant’s main job is to help the teacher; a service worker’s main job is to provide convenience to customers; a fitness coach’s main job is to train students... Then, a fighter’s main job? Do they expect me to find people to fight?"

With his lips tight, Qin Shi thought for a moment and temporarily set aside how to quickly grow his profession.

Ultimately, he chose [Wind Chime]!

Lit up!

Caw!

It was as if the sharp cry of a feral bird penetrated his brain, and Qin Shi felt a sudden dizziness as if struck by a heavy blow.

Luckily, his life force had increased again, reaching eighteen points after nearly seven days of repeated training, barely withstanding it.

"Are you alright, little Shi? Have you overtrained?"

Seeing his beloved disciple staggering, Old Liang got anxious.

With a sudden flash, he was in front of Qin Shi in an instant.

"What a fast body technique! Old Liang usually hides it well!"

Qin Shi felt a blur in his vision as Old Liang’s hand rested on his shoulder, supporting him.

"Old Liang’s ’As Swift as the Wind’ stance is at least at Mastery level."

He took a deep breath, stabilizing his shaken spirit, and gradually absorbed the Wind Fist Stream techniques.

"I might be hungry."

Qin Shi responded to Old Liang’s concern.

He pointed to his shoulder bag, which contained the Super Protein gifted by Old Cao.

Since tasting the muscle-building meal Qin Shi prepared, the Silver Horse Gym owner had seemingly opened a new world and now ordered food from him almost every day.

Apart from generously paying, he would always bring some essential nutrients for bodybuilders, like Super Protein, as a thank you.

"You really have it tough."

Watching Qin Shi gulping down the Super Protein to fill his stomach, Old Liang felt a sense of sorrow as if he were a father seeing his child not having enough food or clothes.

Calling it a home without anything to his name wouldn’t be an understatement for Teacher Liang at Sons and Daughters Ninth Middle School. He felt the sting of poverty and couldn’t help but think, "I need to make some money."

Qin Shi devoured the Super Protein, which improved metabolism, increased energy intake, and enhanced the feeling of fullness.

Then confidently said:

"Master Liang, I think that after a few more days of accumulation, my life force should reach twenty points."

Breaking through in nourishing spirit visualization, extracting the Wind Fist Stream skill.

The new techniques could also elevate daily training intensity by another level.

The twenty-point life force threshold was indeed just around the corner.

"I’m readying the materials for the Second Limit."

Old Liang nodded, very attentive to Qin Shi’s limit-breaking.

The path of the Seven Great Limits of the Mortal Body was like a bow that couldn’t be turned back.

Once embarked on, one couldn’t stop halfway!

Otherwise, advancing in realms would be extremely difficult.

Old Liang advised:

"In this period, just adjust your body and mind, maintaining the best condition."

Qin Shi hummed softly:

"I haven’t been to the Midnight Imperial Palace part-time job, and at Youth Palace, I told Teacher Lin I’d resume work later."

He recently planned to do only two things.

One was to wait for [Deep Sleep] to reach the advanced achievement.

The other was to break through the twenty-point life force threshold before the end of the freshmen phase.

Just as Old Liang said earlier.

Life force cultivation was like teenagers growing taller, with the golden period being only a few years.

Only by seizing every suitable opportunity and constantly increasing the life force value could one fully develop deep potential.

...

...

At eight in the evening, as the sky darkened,

Qin Shi bade farewell to Master Liang and walked home to Baogong Street.

Unlocking the fighter profession and mastering the Wind Fist Stream, he felt an inexplicable restlessness in his heart and body, as if accumulating intense energy but having nowhere to release it, urgently needing an outlet.

"Sorry, Teacher Lin."

Qin Shi silently thought that for the time being, the most suitable target was that detestable woman, Lin Yunqing.

The top martial artist in his sophomore year at Qiguang Heng University, with fifty points of life force, couldn’t be easily caught up to and defeated.

Since he just wanted to release stress, picking a softer target wasn’t an issue.

Let Teacher Lin suffer, and I’ll take the blame!

Qin Shi laughed happily, thinking that once his life force broke through twenty points, combined with the Wind Fist Stream techniques, defeating the shorts-wearing naked man would be a matter of time.

With his hands in his pockets, the young man turned a corner, crossed the street, and suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The shop he frequently visited was closed, its doors and windows sealed, coated in brightly colored, pungent-smelling paint.

Several excavators and drills were working intensely, roaring as they operated.

Qin Shi shook his head and walked expressionlessly toward his own shed.

"If I were the protagonist, some oblivious guys would come and disturb my peaceful life now.

I kind of want an occasion to deliver that classic line—why do you force me!"