thefictionvixens Chapter 107 Memory of Martial Arts
Chapter 107 Memory of Martial Arts
Chapter 107 Memory of Martial Arts
A piece of news caused a huge uproar in the martial arts world.
Shaolin Temple was defeated.
The four great monks, the abbots of each monastery, the twelve Arhats, and the three hundred warrior monks formed a Zen demon-subduing formation, but it was broken by a barbarian from another race.
Shaolin Temple has enjoyed a prestigious position as the leader of the orthodox martial arts world in Central China for over a century.
But now, it is the first to be defeated in the fight against foreign enemies.
"Boring. Central Plains martial arts are really weak."
That scathing comment was somehow leaked out.
The Shaolin Temple's long-standing reputation was immediately questioned by martial artists.
People are hoping that someone can get revenge for the martial arts world in the Central Plains.
Wudang? Or perhaps, him?
Shaolin Temple, Bodhi Courtyard.
Abbot Yuanjue and Divine Marquis Zhu Wu sat cross-legged facing each other. The abbot's body was wrapped in bandages, and his face was covered in bruises.
How strong is Van Ma?
When asked this question, Yuanjue fell silent for a long time.
...silence.
...silence.
...silence.
He looked at the sky, looked at the earth, and stroked his white beard.
It's not that I don't want to answer, but that I'm thinking about how to answer.
After a long silence, Abbot Yuanjue finally gave a vague answer: "Very strong."
Where does its strength lie?
"His strength is different from that of martial artists from the Central Plains."
Yuanjue's memory returned to that day: "We martial artists in the Central Plains all first learn the moves and techniques of martial arts, lay a solid foundation, and then choose appropriate moves to deal with the situation according to the battle."
"The best strategy is to have no moves; that is the realm of a master."
"Some people who haven't mastered the techniques feel that the techniques limit their talents, but the reality is quite the opposite. Those who have learned the techniques can easily defeat several people with the same qualifications but who haven't learned the techniques."
"Fanma is different; he hasn't learned any techniques, or rather, he doesn't need any techniques."
"His eyes can see through the flaws in the moves and formations; all he needs to do is attack with all his might."
It's an unreasonable statement, but Zhu Wu has seen far too many unreasonable things recently.
He only had one last question: "How does Fan Ma compare to Liang Chen in the past?"
Yuanjue was present during the battle between Liang Chen and Sheng Wansong.
This time, he faced Fan Ma again, and Shaolin Temple was the only one to experience both battles.
Only by asking this former leader of the righteous path can we get the most accurate answer.
"Liang Chen's strength was far superior to Fan Ma's until he swung his final blow, but he only had one chance."
One cut to life, one cut to death.
Judging from Yuanjue's tone, Zhu Wu had already figured out who he favored more.
"Fan Ma".
Feng Xuanji read the contents of the letter aloud; the letter came from the main branch of the Feng family.
The signature consists of only one character.
凰。
"Your Highness, why is the Feng family seeking out Fan Ma?"
"For the sake of proof."
Feng Xuanji closed her phoenix eyes and leaned back on the dragon throne.
The Feng family is a founding family, and in the eyes of ordinary people, they are a prominent family from the previous dynasty. They abandoned the darkness and joined the light in time to support Zhu Taizu and survive to this day. Moreover, they gave up their official positions at the founding of the country and escaped the Great Purge.
But the actual history of the Feng family is far longer than that.
Since ancient times, women have been weaker than men.
Even if martial arts skills can close the gap, when talent and effort are equal, female warriors are still weaker than male warriors.
The amount of internal energy that a body can hold is less than that of a man with a wider body.
The Feng family is a female family that was born out of a refusal to submit to the domination of men.
"Those who lack strength should make up for it with skill."
The great-grandfather of the Feng family left behind such ancestral teachings.
Therefore, the Feng family abandoned power and devoted themselves to exploring martial arts techniques.
However, no matter how amazing a martial artist's skills are, her apprentices may not be able to inherit them all.
Although it is still developing overall, there are occasional ups and downs.
Thus, the ancestors of the Feng family began to search for the way to immortality.
If the greatest genius of the clan were to live, her skills would surely reach an unprecedented level.
Their attempt failed; people inevitably grow old and die.
Therefore, the Feng family settled for second best and sought the continuation of their soul.
They used witchcraft to reincarnate the most outstanding genius of that generation and possess the most talented infant.
This attempt also failed.
Even if the body is young, the soul will decay.
The Feng family, unaware of the concept of giving up, sought a new method: the inheritance of memories.
This time, it was another failure.
As memories continue in different bodies, the host will begin to go mad, gradually losing their mind and going insane.
After numerous attempts, the Feng family finally found a solution.
That is to divide the memory, cut the brain apart, and only pass on Wu's memory.
That was eight hundred years ago.
To this day, Wu's memories have been passed down in the Feng family for eight hundred years, reaching an unbelievable level.
Feng Xuanji was once a candidate for the succession.
But in the end, it was Feng Xuanji's twin sister who was chosen, and she became a sacrifice for the family's interests and married into the royal family.
The girl who gains the memory will abandon her past name and receive a name that will be passed down through generations.
凰。
Feng Xuanji had witnessed Huang's skills firsthand.
She was five years old at the time.
To avoid conflict with their memories of martial arts, the candidates had not practiced any martial arts or been exposed to any martial arts techniques.
At that time, my younger sister had only been using martial arts for three days.
She was still a little girl who was no stronger than a rooster, had no internal strength, and was physically weak.
Her opponent was a death row inmate from Evil Valley, wielding a sharp blade and having killed a hundred men; his skill had reached a state of perfection.
The Feng family promised the death row inmate that they would release her if she could kill Huang.
The death row inmate, having received the promise, attacked a five-year-old girl with all his might.
Feng Xuanji has never forgotten a thing that happened that day.
Three tricks.
Huang made three moves.
With her first finger, Huang shattered the condemned prisoner's blade.
With her second strike, Huang threw the death row inmate to the ground, and the inmate knelt before her.
The third punch grazed his head, and the death row inmate foamed at the mouth, becoming mentally impaired.
Feng Xuanji learned what had happened afterward.
Everything has a weakness, and the weaknesses of inanimate objects are especially fixed. When Huang pointed his finger at the knife's weak point, the connection between the steel broke, turning it into iron filings.
The palm strike that brought down the death row inmate utilized the inmate's power, similar to Wudang's Tai Chi, and its level of mastery was already perfect.
The final punch was especially skillful.
The force penetrates the skull and strikes the brain directly, causing cerebral hemorrhage while the brain shakes and collides with the skull, resulting in a severe concussion.
In just three moves, the girl, who was weak and short-limbed, defeated the infamous death row inmate.
He didn't move a step the entire time, only raising his right hand.
That was the last time Feng Xuanji saw her sister.
"Really? She's about to make her move."
The reason, of course, was not for the sake of the reputation of Chinese martial arts, but rather based on what Fan Ma said after defeating Shaolin.
"Martial arts techniques are all impure; only strength is the truth."
The strongest power and the ultimate skill.
Two people who are heading towards different peaks are about to have a showdown.
As a descendant of the Feng family, Feng Xuanji naturally believed that Huang would win.
but.
but.
A third face, besides the two, suddenly appeared in her mind.
Perhaps none of them will be the winner.