The neon lights on both sides of several night market streets added a few touches of modernity, and the vehicles coming and going below looked as small as ants.

Just standing on the edge looking down, Lu Ren felt his heartbeat accelerate, his blood flowing quickly all over his body, and his steady breathing becoming heavy, to the point where the system couldn't help but give a prompt.

"Ding, due to continuous breathing, you have vaguely gained some insight into breathing!"

Li Ziqing, who had been absent for a long time, stood beside him with arms crossed, looking at Lu Ren standing at the edge of the building in amazement.

He really didn't expect that within just a year, Lu Ren would have trained the Phoenix Falcon Fist to this extent. When he first got the news from Zhang Li, he suspected it was an April Fool's joke.

After repeatedly confirming, he quickly wrapped up his task, hurried back to Shu Capital, and after seeing Lu Ren's details, he promptly arranged to meet here without delay.

He tried hard to maintain his composure and said to Lu Ren, who was standing at the edge of the building, continuously emitting the sound of heavy breathing.

"Cultivating fist techniques to the end, regardless of how gifted you are, will still become slow, especially like you who are one step away from entering the Great Perfection Realm of Fist Technique, requiring strong external stimuli."

Li Ziqing paused, walked to the edge of the building, even exposing half a foot outside, yet overall appearing relaxed and comfortable without a trace of tension, not even showing any fear or retreat despite the strong winds up high.

As if walking on a flat surface!

The word popped into Lu Ren's mind.

"The stimulation of life-and-death battles, although generating overwhelmingly enormous stimulation on one's spirit and body."

Li Ziqing said solemnly, "The intense oppression and thrill that come between life and death are indeed captivating, but this is not the ultimate purpose of our Martial Path practice. I've seen many martial arts fanatics killed in their pursuit of breakthroughs in battles."

Lu Ren exhaled a long breath and said, "Teacher Li, what exactly is fist technique? To this day, I still don't know."

Li Ziqing was silent for a while: "I don't have the qualifications to make wild claims about the ultimate in fist techniques. I've reached the end of the Phoenix Falcon Fist, comparable to the founder of this fist technique. This is destined to be my limitation. I need to forge my own path. I'm just a traveler on this long and endless road of the Martial Path."

Lu Ren fell silent.

What is called a small boxing school is that in a generation, there are only two or three practitioners, perhaps leaving only a book of fist techniques' interpretations or, with some luck, it gets passed down by someone destined to encounter it. If unlucky, it vanishes entirely from history.

So the Phoenix Falcon Fist is quite awkward, despite being rated as a first-class boxing skill within the Security Department, it doesn't have the foundation of a first-class boxing skill and is just considered a withered small branch of the Taoist Sect.

And such branches often face extinction anytime.

This generation producing Li Ziqing is already extraordinary, and now there's Lu Ren.

A school with one reaching the Great Perfection Realm of Fist Technique, and another nearing Great Success, this is an unimaginable existence among small boxing schools.

As a result, even Li Ziqing was moved to genuinely want to teach and bring out the skills he had kept hidden.

A small boxing school's heritage like theirs is incredibly difficult.

Li Ziqing couldn't help but continue: "Perhaps in ancient times, for our ancestors, creating fist techniques was for survival in the toughest environments, fighting heaven and earth, shredding beasts to find a path of existence for the human race, to kill enemies and survive.

But after countless years of evolution, today's Martial Path is definitely not just about killing and fighting."

His eyes shone brightly, and he said four words.

"Practice martial arts to strengthen the body!"

Lu Ren said, "Teacher Li, in my battle with Chen Daoli before, his fist technique was very special, seemingly possessing..."

"Possessing its own intent, right?"

Li Ziqing showed a hint of recollection, "Every top-notch boxing school has its own intent."

"Like a Contemplation Method?" Lu Ren asked.

Li Ziqing nodded: "That's one way to understand it, but their intent is related to their fist technique. Take Chen Daoli, for example. He comes from the Northern Imperial Domain of the Taoist Sect, practicing the Beidou Heart Intent Fist."

He pointed to the still fairly clear sky above and said: "Beidou signifies death, and Heart Intent belongs to fire. Its fist technique is about sudden explosion, its punch path is unpredictable, representing heart as gunpowder and fists as cannons. As times progress, fist techniques constantly update and innovate.

Using the heart as the source of Qi power, once the heart is tempered to an extremely strong state, the heart's pulsation and the blood's surge provide overwhelming support for the body's explosive moment.

Managing such powerful instantaneous bodily force operations requires both strength and great mental resilience.

It can be said to be the most lethal fist technique in the Taoist Sect, and the Beidou Dipper Contemplation is the top spiritual cultivation method in the Taoist Sect, only through which can the Beidou Heart Intent Fist unleash such formidable punching power."

Saying this, Li Ziqing paused briefly before speaking: "Watch me."

Lu Ren turned around immediately, finding a chance to relax his tension.

Li Ziqing stood, hands naturally hanging down, muscles fully relaxed. Not stopping there, with Lu Ren's hearing, Li Ziqing's initially long breath was quickly receding, nearly to nothing, and the powerful heartbeat was distinctly audible, but continued to lower.

At last, blood circulating throughout the body was as tranquil as streams converging into a lake.

Suddenly!

Boom!

A dull thunderous thud suddenly echoed from Li Ziqing's body, a sound caused by a sudden, violent heartbeat.

In an instant, the incredibly strong heart propelled the blood, carrying immense Qi and blood rapidly into the four limbs and every part of the body, providing substantial energy for Li Ziqing's explosive support in this brief series of internal movements.

Lu Ren only saw Li Ziqing's muscles bulge at this moment, and veins surfaced on the skin along with the rapid blood flow.

Heart like thunder, face like a calm lake!

Swoosh!

A sharp explosion akin to a bird's cry suddenly erupted, air sliced by the fist forming a visible white airwave, the fist movement was unpredictable like a deer hanging its horns on a tree branch, leaving no trace.

Even more astonishing, due to the swift burst of Li Ziqing's fist within an extremely brief moment, the intense gale thundered out in this moment as if an air cannon, hammering onto the ground beneath his feet like an iron hammer!

Boom!

The air fist cannon struck the ground with shocking power, creating tiny slender cracks.

Lu Ren was dumbfounded, somewhat slow to react, this was a bit excessive, right? Isn't this about fists? You're pulling a fantasy here?!

But it seems somewhat superfluous?

Lu Ren saw clearly, the air fist cannon's power, formed from great force, speed, and skillful energy utilization, rapidly dissipates upon leaving the fist, so it could only strike the ground beneath Li Ziqing's feet, beyond five meters it might only have enough force to push someone over.

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