EBE Chapter 65: South Dou Alliance
Chapter 65: South Dou Alliance
After organizing the memories in his mind, Huang Hong realized that the identity he was in was also called "Huang Hong," and he was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy who studied the family martial art Yunshuiliu and was a member of Nandou Shengquan.
Well, that's what they say, but the Nanto Sacred Fist of this era is said to be "a thousand sails have passed and a hundred boats are racing". There are thousands of schools that can be named, hundreds of which have a certain reputation, and there are also the Thirteen Great Heroes who are said to stand at the pinnacle of martial arts.
All of these factors combined constitute the behemoth that is Nanto Seiken.
The Yunshuiliu style, passed down in Huang Hong's family, is at most listed among the Southern Dipper Sacred Fist styles; it doesn't even have a well-known name.
Huang Hong quickly found the martial arts of Yunshuiliu in his memory. To put it simply, it consists of two moves, which have now been transformed into skills. One is the Flowing Water Style, of common quality, similar to basic combat, used for body training; the other is the Cloud and Water Palm, of rare quality, which, when practiced to its extreme, is said to be able to unleash cloud and water transformations, enabling one to control hardness with softness.
Originally, when these two skills were first formed, one was level 3 and the other was level 1. However, as Huang Hong pondered, his martial arts genius and clear thinking began to take effect, and he naturally analyzed and understood them.
Before long, the Flowing Water Style reached its maximum level, and the Cloud Water Palm was also upgraded to level 4.
Because of the skill overlap, the Flowing Style did not increase Huang Hong's attributes, but he still has the skill specialization after reaching the maximum level, which increases his body flexibility by 5%.
The same applies to Cloud and Water Palm. Because of the existence of similar skills, some of its attributes are ineffective, but the attribute that increases the dexterity of the arms and fingers is retained.
This also allowed Huang Hong to discover more rules about skills. The same part of the attribute improvement of the same type of skill will not be improved repeatedly, but even the same type of skill will not be exactly the same part of the skill. The differences can still bring attribute improvement.
Having realized this, Huang Hong no longer hesitated and directly used source energy to enhance the Cloud Water Palm to level 10, the maximum level.
Instantly, a wealth of knowledge about the Cloud Water Palm flooded his mind. His martial arts genius and clear thinking came into play once again, allowing him to quickly understand and absorb this knowledge, as if it had been refined through countless trials, transforming it into his martial arts foundation.
Huang Hong naturally adopted a posture, his body moving in accordance with his hands, and his hands moving in accordance with his mind.
At first, Huang Hong's boxing technique was very rigid, but after just one round, that craftsman-like quality disappeared, replaced by gentleness and naturalness. By the third round, it had become as natural as a gazelle hanging its horns.
With a sweep of his foot, he stirred up a cloud of dust, which was then drawn into Huang Hong's palms and transformed into a dust ball. The dust ball seemed to be bound by an invisible force, constantly swirling between his palms.
When the punching technique was finished, Huang Hong gently spat out a soft dust ball that shot out like a cannonball, creating a dent in the brick wall three meters away.
"Good! Good!! Good!!!"
"Hahahaha!~"
"The cloud palm gathers away the snow of a thousand autumns, the water fist splits open the ice of ten thousand valleys, the soft silk binds the silent mountains and rivers, and the empty white swallows and breathes the sun and moon lightly."
"Excellent, Hong'er, truly excellent! I never imagined that you, at such a young age, had already grasped the true essence of the universe!"
Huang Hong turned his head and saw an elderly man with white hair and beard, looking at him with surprise and excitement.
What embarrassed and speechless him was that, despite it being a third-rate family martial art, it had such an impressive-sounding poem about it.
If you recite this fist poem before a duel, it will probably startle people. And it might startle people again after the fight starts, but the two "startling" moments have completely different meanings.
Pulling his wandering thoughts back, Huang Hong smiled and said, following his original memory, "Grandpa, you've arrived."
The old man was Huang Hong's grandfather, named Huang Yi.
After his initial excitement, Huang Yi looked puzzled and asked, "Hong'er, you were clearly just yesterday... how come your boxing skills have improved so rapidly overnight?"
There are no ghosts or gods in this world, let alone the concept of possession. Of course, Huang Yi would not know that his grandson had become a different person.
Huang Hong didn't feel too much psychological burden about this. After all, this was just a time-space echo, an illusory reflection. To him, it was just like controlling a character in a game.
Huang Hong said naturally, "This morning while practicing boxing, I suddenly had an epiphany. For some reason, those obscure and difficult parts that I used to understand suddenly became clear."
Huang Yi laughed and said, "This must be an epiphany! My Hong'er has the makings of a grandmaster!"
At this point, Huang Yi paused, his tone becoming somewhat somber: "Hong'er, with your talent, if you could join one of those major martial arts sects, perhaps..."
Huang Hong waved his hand to interrupt, saying, "Grandpa, even if I don't join those major martial arts sects, I can still make great progress in martial arts and forge my own path."
Huang Yi smiled with satisfaction. He hesitated for a moment, then finally made up his mind and said, "Three days from now, Xie Ningyuan, the great hero, will be holding the Hundred Alliances Conference at Chuyun Pass. There will be plenty of sparring between different schools of martial arts. I didn't originally plan to let you go with me, since fists and feet have no eyes. But, Hong'er, since you have such talent, you have no choice but to go and see the world."
"The Hundred Alliances?" Huang Hong's eyes lit up. He had just been preparing to find an excuse to leave and roam the martial world, but unexpectedly, a new event occurred immediately, so he naturally had to join in the fun.
In fact, Huang Yi's strict discipline of Huang Hong was not without reason. His parents were passionate people who told him when he was very young that they had met a wise ruler and wanted to follow him to conquer the world.
As a result, the wise ruler died before achieving his goal, and his parents also died on the battlefield.
What's even more ridiculous is that the force that destroyed the enlightened ruler was soon destroyed by another force, which resulted in Huang Hong having no enemies and being free from all trouble.
Therefore, Huang Yi, as the grandfather, acted as both father and mother, raising Huang Hong with great difficulty. Fearing that his grandson would follow in the footsteps of his own son and daughter-in-law, he was stricter with him in the past.
However, now that he sees his grandson has such talent, Huang Yi has begun to doubt his own parenting methods. He wonders if he has ruined his grandson's bright future, which is why he changed his mind at the last minute.
Martial artists are known for their decisiveness; once they've made up their minds, they no longer hesitate.
That very day, the two mounted their horses and headed towards Chuyun Pass.
To be honest, the life force in this world is indeed more vigorous. For example, the fast horse that Huang Hong rode would have been a top-quality steed in his previous world, even if it wasn't a top-grade horse that could travel a thousand miles a day and eight hundred miles at night. But in this world, it can only be considered ordinary.
They were in a chaotic world, with war and turmoil everywhere, and bandits and evil thugs were emerging one after another. They encountered them five or six times in just one day.
Huang Hong naturally wouldn't hold back on these things, and Huang Yi was happy to let his grandson practice and see some blood.
To Huang Hong's dismay, after killing over a hundred bandits, he had only gained less than three digits of source energy, and as for other talent attributes, he hadn't even seen one.
That's normal, though. If someone is truly talented, they'll easily stand out no matter where they go. The probability of such a person becoming a bandit isn't zero, but it's extremely low.