Chapter 226: The Prototype of Boxing Will (4000)

Three seconds later.

Feng Liusi walked out of the pool easily, and then his whole body shook with strength, and a large amount of water was splashed away. The cloth was about as wet as the clothes that had just been washed and wrung out. He stretched a few more movements casually, and the water was constantly forced out.

When Feng Liusi walked to Kaxiu's side, his clothes were already 70% dry. Moreover, Feng Liusi was hit by the blood-reflected flower completely, and the remaining strength in his body was also eliminated by his own dead tooth strength. As long as it is not detonated, the blood-reflected flower will not cause much damage to human muscle tissue or internal organs.

At most, the skin and muscles will be slightly bruised.

Feng Liusi stopped when he was one meter away from Kaxiu, and his eyes looked at him again, and his expression seemed a little complicated. Finally, he sighed: "Alas, if you were a disciple trained by my Red Eagle Fist... What a pity..."

Kaxiu knew what Feng Liusi was thinking. The Red Eagle Fist was a secret martial arts force in Wensha County, belonging to the bottom of the third-rate. This is because Feng Liusi's blood fist is famous, and its combat power exceeds that of veteran fighters at its peak. Otherwise, if an ordinary fighter is replaced as the leader of the Red Eagle Fist, he may not even be ranked third-rate.

The quality of the disciples in the Red Eagle Fist is uneven, most of them are mediocre, and there are occasionally one or two good ones who are not very useful. In the past ten years, Feng Liusi has not passed on the Nan Dou secret to the Red Eagle Fist disciples, and even his son has not taught it. On the one hand, it is because the training conditions of the Nan Dou Red Eagle Fist are harsh, and no one in the Red Eagle Fist can pass the initial assessment. On the other hand, it is the huge disadvantage of the Nan Dou Red Eagle Fist, which requires the practitioners to have rich martial arts experience and firm will. Otherwise, one will go crazy after practicing, and teaching them will harm them instead.

Under the waterfall, beside the pool, on the gravel ground.

Feng Liusi looked at Kaxiu with a complicated expression. He originally thought that the Nan Dou Red Eagle Fist would be taken into the coffin with his death. Unexpectedly, he would encounter an accident in his later years, and this successor refused to become a disciple, so he could only be regarded as a teacher and friend.

Finally, he sighed and said, "Show me your fighter's aura. Although I have taught you the key points before, some things still need to be experienced in person."

Immediately, the two found a flat open space and sat down.

Kaxiu gently tapped his forehead with his right hand, and the aura of Nandou Hongjiuquan in the killing personality state was immediately released.

A visible air ripple spread in all directions of the forest, and finally formed a somewhat deformed circle with Kaxiu as the center and a radius of three meters. If someone could look down from above the dense forest, they could actually see it very clearly.

The fallen leaves on a clearing around them sank obviously, forming a dim dividing line with the fluffy leaves three meters away.

In the circle, Feng Liusi and Kaxiu sat cross-legged.

Feng Liusi closed his eyes slightly, and a ball of red steam emanated from his body, and his own aura tightly wrapped around his body. At the same time, one hand stretched out, and the five fingers opened and gently pressed on the ground soil.

After a moment, Feng Liusi opened his eyes in surprise.

"Your aura is very strong and murderous, almost reaching the level of a veteran fighter. The murderous aura in the air is like cotton wool, tightly wrapped and condensed, far beyond the average new fighter..."

He retracted his hand and looked around the rear boundary again: "Even the range is larger, at least one meter more."

Kaxiu listened to this expressionless, of course he knew that he had a deep foundation. Not every boxer can fight a fighter to the death, there is almost a huge gap between the two. A boxer of this strength who breaks through to the fighter realm is naturally not comparable to an ordinary new fighter.

"Release your aura for me to see..."

Feng Liusi said after thinking for a moment.

Kaxiu didn't hesitate, and a large ball of red steam suddenly gushed out of his body. The steam naturally overflowed from the pores, and then floated into the air along the shoulders and neck. A vortex half the size of a person was formed above the head, spinning.

"You can master so much Qi after a breakthrough..." Feng Liusi was secretly shocked. He didn't say anything, but just continued to watch.

Kaxiu's whole body was still steaming, and the warm current in his body kept pouring out, gathering in the air. After two or three breaths, a raptor's howl suddenly came from the red vortex. A claw almost the size of a human head loomed, and the surface of the claw was not flesh, but red scales.

"The prototype of the will of boxing!"

Feng Liusi suddenly couldn't sit still. How well does this kid fit in with the characteristics of the Nandou Red Eagle Fist? He has practiced the will of boxing for two months. He couldn't help but complain in his heart.

In fact, there are different stages of the aura of a fighter. Generally speaking, it is related to the quantity and quality of the spirit in the fighter's body, and it is also inextricably linked to the will of boxing. The aura without the will of boxing is like a plate of loose sand, which can be suppressed in a wide range and oppress the human spirit of the secret warriors under the fighter.

But it is not so useful in fighting with fighters of the same level. In order to play a role, it is necessary to condense one's own boxing will. The boxing will can condense the scattered energy and momentum and specifically target a certain person in the range. Thus, it can have an excellent mental suppression effect.

And Kaxiu is obviously at this threshold. The prototype of the will of the Nan Dou Hong Jiu Quan has already appeared, and it only needs the east wind.

Maybe when he gets inspiration, or fights with a master, he will break through to a new realm.

Feng Liusi thought about it and looked at the deep red vortex above Kaxiu's head several times. The violent and bloody breath coming out of it made him secretly shocked. It seemed a little too strong.

After thinking for a moment, Feng Liusi reminded him.

"Kaxiu, I know you are very happy to finally break through the fighter and advance. The next period of time will also be a period of rapid progress for you. But you must take it as a warning and use me as a negative example. If you practice the Nan Dou Hong Jiu Quan with too much killing intent, you may suffer backlash, or even go astray."

"Restrain your killing nature and never lose yourself..."

Feng Liusi said earnestly. After two months of getting along, he has regarded himself as Kaxiu's elder.

Some words that should be said, some reminders that should be given. Whether Kaxiu would listen or not was a different matter, but Feng Liusi had to talk.

Next, Feng Liusi unfolded his aura. In front of Kaxiu, he demonstrated the various functions of the aura. After all, he had twenty years of experience, and some of these little tricks were very helpful.

At the end, Kaxiu asked Feng Liusi a question.

If a secret martial artist has multiple auras at the same time, will the repulsion between the auras lead to some bad results?

This question stumped Feng Liusi.

He could only make some guesses based on his own experience.

First, both bad and good results are possible, and the auras of different natures may collide and be clearly distinguished. There may also be a transformation between forms, that is, the aura does not distinguish any nature, as long as the martial arts will is added, it will become the aura of that kind of boxing. There is a precedent for this.

Feng Liusi once traveled in the northern secret martial arts world and met an old fighter who lived in seclusion. The secret martial arts practiced by this fighter were very special, and the boxing in the first half and the second half were very different. This actually caused him to use a kind of Qi when he used the first half of the boxing. When he used the second half of the boxing, the original Qi actually changed its form. It became in line with the nature of the second half of the boxing, which was quite magical.

This situation is similar to Kaxiu, but the difference is not small.

Second, if according to the conditions described by Kaxiu, Feng Liusi believes that the coexistence of three auras is more likely than the coexistence of two auras. If there are only two auras that are more likely to consume each other, and the addition of a third one has variables. Maybe there will be an accident. It is well known that the triangle is the most stable.

Third,...

Time flies, and another two days have passed.

Kaxiu has initially mastered the realm of a fighter, so he told Feng Liusi that morning that he planned to go down the mountain.

"Are you going to go down the mountain?" At the door of the wooden house, Feng Liusi looked at Kaxiu in front of him, carrying a thin wooden fishing rod on his shoulder.

"Yes, I have some things to deal with."

Kaxiu's tone was always cold.

"Wait for me first." Feng Liusi brushed past Kaxiu and walked into the cabin. Two minutes later, he came out with a cloth bag. He said with a slight smile.

"Let's go, together. I just happen to have something to deal with..."

A cold light flashed in the depths of Feng Liusi's eyes.

Kaxiu glanced at Feng Liusi, and then at the cloth bag in his hand. Nodded and said concisely: "Okay..."

Feng Liusi lifted the cloth bag and said as if explaining.

"I didn't bring anything, just two cans of earthworms around the Death Canyon. These bloody earthworms are fatter than earthworms in other places, and are quite suitable for fishing. I don't have any hobbies at my age, I just like fishing, hahaha..."

He laughed a lot. In fact, Feng Liusi no longer looks like an old man, but likes a middle-aged uncle with a story.

The type that young women like...

Immediately, the two masters of the secret martial arts world did not hesitate or hesitate. They went straight down the mountain relying on their strength.

They didn't bring anything with them, which was inexplicably cool.

August 27th, less than three o'clock in the afternoon.

Near the Rocka Mountains, Windsor County, Mia City.

The headquarters of the Red Eagle Fist, a medium-sized dojo.

The venue is a trapezoid with a small front and a large back. One part is a newly built brick and tile building, and the other part is a somewhat old wooden structure. In the martial arts training ground, dozens of teenagers in light green training clothes are practicing boxing, and they are very methodical.

Under the shade of several large trees around the venue, instructors in white fighting uniforms walked back and forth to supervise everyone's practice.

Near the door, a teenager was a little absent-minded. His eyes glanced at the door from time to time, and his movements were slightly deformed.

"Val, be serious!" The instructor's voice sounded from behind his head. Val was knocked on the top of his head and he dared not to be distracted.

Time passed by minute by minute, and it was three o'clock in the afternoon.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

There was a knock on the wooden door on time.

Then a young man's voice came from outside: "Dongjiumen, Evil Eye Fist, the second core Odo... come to spar."

All of a sudden, all the disciples stopped practicing boxing. They looked at each other, and some of them chattered in a low voice. "Here we go again, every afternoon at 3 o'clock..."

"Is it going to end? It's been more than half a month..."

"Why does the Evil Eye Fist come to challenge every day? Cang Liu Shou and Er Zhi Liu also come from time to time. What are they doing?"

"It seems to be related to the East Nine Gates, I'm not sure..."

Listening to the discussion of the disciples, the instructor wearing a fighting suit beside him couldn't help but sigh. In the past half month, many secret martial arts schools have collectively come to Hong Jiu Quan to challenge, of course, in name only.

These schools are led by the Evil Eye Fist, and from time to time they send core disciples from the sect to challenge. Compared with them, Hong Jiu Quan naturally loses more than it wins. This even affects the practice and mood of the Hong Jiu Quan disciples, and five or six people have withdrawn one after another.

In the secret martial arts world, this kind of competition is inevitable. It is said that losing people is not losing the battle. Losing people is a small matter, but losing the battle is a big matter. Red Eagle Fist can only accept the challenge. If it doesn't, this signboard will be directly useless.

Unless Red Eagle Fist no longer recruits disciples.

So it still has to open the door...

With a creak, the door of the Red Eagle Fist dojo opened.

A dark-skinned young man strode in.

Five minutes later, the sparring was over.

Three Red Eagle Fist players went into battle, all defeated.

Outside the door, the dark-skinned young man flexed his fists. After a few steps, he got into a car. The driver was a man in his fifties. He was still muscular, with unusually obvious veins on his arms. There was a scar on his face, and his eyes were dark and deep.

With a bang, the door was closed.

"Teacher, all wins." The young man said as he sat in the back seat.

"Yes, that's what we want." The middle-aged man sneered, "We, the Evil Eye Fist, didn't give face to our kind advice, so it's no wonder that we took action. The plan of the East Nine Sects to integrate the entire Eastern Secret Martial Arts World is the general trend. Facing a thorn like the Red Eagle Fist, it's just right to kill the chicken to scare the monkey."

"Teacher, I remember that there was a fighter in the Red Eagle Fist who was once very famous. It seems to be called Feng Liusi, nicknamed Blood Fist."

The black-skinned young man said.

"I know what you mean, don't worry. That old guy went crazy three years ago. I don't know where he is in the Rocka Mountains. I haven't heard from him for so long. I guess he is in danger." The middle-aged man paused for a moment and continued, "Even if the old man comes back, it's useless. My Evil Eye Fist has two fighters, the master and the old master. In addition, there is one from other schools, and one can be transferred from the East Nine Gates. The Red Eagle Fist can't make any waves. We have a full lineup of four fighters on our side to suppress the entire Wensha County school."

"The Red Eagle Fist is just a supplement..."

The middle-aged man started the car, and the wheels gradually began to rotate and accelerate. He glanced out the window and finally chatted with his disciples: "Shayang Elbow, Black Wood Secret Sword, Earth Plow Blade, Mikael Fighting School, Yuefeng Gate... The small schools have been integrated almost in the past three months. In a few days, we will take down the Red Eagle Fist. By then, there will be a county of resources, medicinal materials, and fresh blood flowing into my Evil Eye Fist. At that time, you and I will have hope to go further..."