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Zhou Zhi Rou was standing behind a bunch of her shi jies as she observed Zhang Wu Ji. She mused at the fact that though Zhang embodied the faint traces of a young person's charismatic spirit, he was at the same time forcing himself to appear as this worldly, well-learned old soul as he lectured solemnly and soberly. It was as if he was teaching a lesson to Zong Wei Xia, the second elder of the Kong Dong sect's 5 elders – she couldn't help but be amused by the ridiculous and comical nature of the whole situation. Yet at the same time, she couldn't help but start to secretly worry for him.
Hearing the content of Zhang Wu Ji's words gradually becoming more and more offensive, the reckless and impulsive young disciples of the Kong Dong sect were almost unable to restrain themselves from shouting out insults. But when they looked over at Zong Wei Xia, they saw that he was harbouring a serious countenance as he devotes the utmost attention and concentration to this youngster's words. The young disciples can therefore only force back the insults that had already arrived at the tip of their tongues.
Zong Wei Xia asks, "So from what you are saying, my inner energy levels is still not advanced enough?" Zhang Wu Ji replies, "Whether elder's inner energy levels has progressed to an advance state yet, I dare not make any judgements rashly. But if during all this time that you have spent practicing the Fists of the Seven Damages, you are also simultaneously hurting your own body, then it is better to not practice …"
Before he could continue, he suddenly heard an angry shout from behind him, "Brother, why waste your breath on this young rascal? If he dares to look down upon our sect's Fists of the Seven Damages, then let him withstand the taste of one of my fists!" With the termination of this person's voice, followed his fist. His movements were both fast and deadly, a force whooshed by to deliver a heavy fist that landed upon the ling tai, spirit-temple energy point of Zhang Wu Ji's back.
Although Zhang Wu Ji was very aware of the impending attack coming up from behind him, yet not only did he chose to completely ignore it, but he also continued to address Zong Wei Xia, "Elder Zong…"
Suddenly sounds of metal chains clanging against each other were heard, and a person rushed out from the crowd. A sweet melodious voice cries out, "You're secretly attacking him behind his back?!" upon saying this, a set of hands joined by metal cuffs reaches out over the attacker's head. The voice belonged to Xiao Zhao. That person struck back with his left hands, thereby blocking off the metal chains and then very concretely landed a punch on Zhang Wu Ji's back. Although this punch landed dead on upon Zhang Wu Ji's ling tai acupoint, yet not only did Zhang Wu Ji seem to have not even registered the blow, but instead he turns toward Xiao Zhao and smiles gently, "Don't worry Xiao Zhao, this level of the Fists of the Seven Damages will not be of much use." Xiao Zhao breathes a sigh of relief, her snow white skin suddenly tinged with a red blush, as she says in a low voice, "I almost forgot that you have already practiced …" upon saying this, immediately hushed up and backed away, returning to the crowds, dragging her metal chains along with her.
Zhang Wu Ji turns around and discovered that the attacker was an old man with a big head and skinny body. This man was the fourth elder of the Kong Dong sect's 5 elders – his name was Chang Jing Zhi. Although that one punch had clearly landed directly on Zhang Wu Ji's crucial pulse point, yet Zhang did not seem to have felt anything at all. Chang Jing Zhi was flabbergasted, as he blurted out the words, "You … you've already mastered the 'Divine Art of Diamond Body Invulnerability,' then you are from the Shaolin sect?" Zhang Wu Ji replies, "I am not a Shaolin disciple …" Chang Jing Zhi knew that all those who practiced this mystical skill of bodily-protection must depend upon the generation of a single breath of inner Qi. Once that person opens their mouth to speak, that breath of Qi will dissipate immediately. Therefore before Zhang Wu Ji can finish his sentence, Chang struck out once again, this time landing a fist upon Zhang Wu Ji's chest.
Zhang Wu Ji smiles and says, "I've already said that the Fists of the Seven Damages is useless if one has not achieved an advanced level of inner energy, if you don't believe me, then please feel free to throw another punch at me." Chang Jing Zhi did not waste a single moment before striking out with the speed of the wind, throwing out one punch after another, as two consecutive punches landed on Zhang Wu Ji. In total, altogether of four punches were thrown, every one of them having most definitely landed on Zhang Wu Ji's body. Yet Zhang continues to smile easily as he receives them, as if he was oblivious to the pain. The four stances of heavy hand all embodied an obliterating force capable of smashing rocks and shattering tombs, yet they were all sustained by Zhang Wu Ji as if they were nothing more than the soft touch of a light breeze and the gentle caress of smooth silk.
Chang Jing Zhi has always been known as the "mountain-splitting single fist," and although the grandeur of this title may have been slightly exaggerated, yet the forcefulness of his punches cannot be denied. Among the older generation of martial art fighters, he has always remained a respected and well-known figure. There was not a single person on that scene who was not left in a state of utter astonishment and disbelief having witnessed with their own eyes how the four consecutive punches that Chang Jing Zhi executed all amounting to nothing more than a waste of energy. The Kun Lun sect and Kong Dong Sect have always been rivals, and although at this moment they were both cooperating with each other in their attempts to combat the Ming sect, yet in the hearts of both sides lies deep discontentment and contempt for the other sect. A voice coming from the Kun Lun sect mocks in an icy tone, "Oh, very good! A great 'mountain-splitting single fist' indeed!" Another person scoffs "And exactly what has those 4 punches been able to split?" It was a good thing that Chang Jing Zhi had such a dark complexion, for although his face has already flushed a deep red it was luckily not too noticeable under his dark skin.
Zong Wei Xia formed a fist with his two hands in accordance to the social etiquette of respectful courtesy, "Young hero Zeng, I am much impressed and amazed at your divine martial art skills. Can this old man ask you to engage in an exchange of 3 stances?" He knew that his Fists of the Seven Damages was at a much more advanced level compared to Chang Jing Zhi's, therefore he figured that just because his brother fails, he himself may not necessarily lose to the opponent.
Zhang Wu Ji replies, "The Kong Dong sect's Fists of the Seven Damages is without a doubt a superb skill IF it is practiced correctly, as it is most definitely a force that is capable of obliterating anything in its path. Even the great Shaolin monk Kong Jian who had been able to master the supreme skill of "Divine Art of Diamond Body Invulnerability" died under the Fists of the Seven Damages belonging to your sect. My martial art abilities can in no way be said to even come close to matching that of the great revered monk Kong Jian, how can I possibly be of match? But if elder you insist, I figure there is no harm in receiving 3 of your punches." The meaning behind his words were clearly implying that though the Fists of the Seven Damages was originally powerful, yet based on the level you have achieved now, you are nowhere near the vicinity of causing any harm.
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Zhou Zhi Rou was standing behind a bunch of her shi jies as she observed Zhang Wu Ji. She mused at the fact that though Zhang embodied the faint traces of a young person's charismatic spirit, he was at the same time forcing himself to appear as this worldly, well-learned old soul as he lectured solemnly and soberly. It was as if he was teaching a lesson to Zong Wei Xia, the second elder of the Kong Dong sect's 5 elders – she couldn't help but be amused by the ridiculous and comical nature of the whole situation. Yet at the same time, she couldn't help but start to secretly worry for him.
Hearing the content of Zhang Wu Ji's words gradually becoming more and more offensive, the reckless and impulsive young disciples of the Kong Dong sect were almost unable to restrain themselves from shouting out insults. But when they looked over at Zong Wei Xia, they saw that he was harbouring a serious countenance as he devotes the utmost attention and concentration to this youngster's words. The young disciples can therefore only force back the insults that had already arrived at the tip of their tongues.
Zong Wei Xia asks, "So from what you are saying, my inner energy levels is still not advanced enough?" Zhang Wu Ji replies, "Whether elder's inner energy levels has progressed to an advance state yet, I dare not make any judgements rashly. But if during all this time that you have spent practicing the Fists of the Seven Damages, you are also simultaneously hurting your own body, then it is better to not practice …"
Before he could continue, he suddenly heard an angry shout from behind him, "Brother, why waste your breath on this young rascal? If he dares to look down upon our sect's Fists of the Seven Damages, then let him withstand the taste of one of my fists!" With the termination of this person's voice, followed his fist. His movements were both fast and deadly, a force whooshed by to deliver a heavy fist that landed upon the ling tai, spirit-temple energy point of Zhang Wu Ji's back.
Although Zhang Wu Ji was very aware of the impending attack coming up from behind him, yet not only did he chose to completely ignore it, but he also continued to address Zong Wei Xia, "Elder Zong…"
Suddenly sounds of metal chains clanging against each other were heard, and a person rushed out from the crowd. A sweet melodious voice cries out, "You're secretly attacking him behind his back?!" upon saying this, a set of hands joined by metal cuffs reaches out over the attacker's head. The voice belonged to Xiao Zhao. That person struck back with his left hands, thereby blocking off the metal chains and then very concretely landed a punch on Zhang Wu Ji's back. Although this punch landed dead on upon Zhang Wu Ji's ling tai acupoint, yet not only did Zhang Wu Ji seem to have not even registered the blow, but instead he turns toward Xiao Zhao and smiles gently, "Don't worry Xiao Zhao, this level of the Fists of the Seven Damages will not be of much use." Xiao Zhao breathes a sigh of relief, her snow white skin suddenly tinged with a red blush, as she says in a low voice, "I almost forgot that you have already practiced …" upon saying this, immediately hushed up and backed away, returning to the crowds, dragging her metal chains along with her.
Zhang Wu Ji turns around and discovered that the attacker was an old man with a big head and skinny body. This man was the fourth elder of the Kong Dong sect's 5 elders – his name was Chang Jing Zhi. Although that one punch had clearly landed directly on Zhang Wu Ji's crucial pulse point, yet Zhang did not seem to have felt anything at all. Chang Jing Zhi was flabbergasted, as he blurted out the words, "You … you've already mastered the 'Divine Art of Diamond Body Invulnerability,' then you are from the Shaolin sect?" Zhang Wu Ji replies, "I am not a Shaolin disciple …" Chang Jing Zhi knew that all those who practiced this mystical skill of bodily-protection must depend upon the generation of a single breath of inner Qi. Once that person opens their mouth to speak, that breath of Qi will dissipate immediately. Therefore before Zhang Wu Ji can finish his sentence, Chang struck out once again, this time landing a fist upon Zhang Wu Ji's chest.
Zhang Wu Ji smiles and says, "I've already said that the Fists of the Seven Damages is useless if one has not achieved an advanced level of inner energy, if you don't believe me, then please feel free to throw another punch at me." Chang Jing Zhi did not waste a single moment before striking out with the speed of the wind, throwing out one punch after another, as two consecutive punches landed on Zhang Wu Ji. In total, altogether of four punches were thrown, every one of them having most definitely landed on Zhang Wu Ji's body. Yet Zhang continues to smile easily as he receives them, as if he was oblivious to the pain. The four stances of heavy hand all embodied an obliterating force capable of smashing rocks and shattering tombs, yet they were all sustained by Zhang Wu Ji as if they were nothing more than the soft touch of a light breeze and the gentle caress of smooth silk.
Chang Jing Zhi has always been known as the "mountain-splitting single fist," and although the grandeur of this title may have been slightly exaggerated, yet the forcefulness of his punches cannot be denied. Among the older generation of martial art fighters, he has always remained a respected and well-known figure. There was not a single person on that scene who was not left in a state of utter astonishment and disbelief having witnessed with their own eyes how the four consecutive punches that Chang Jing Zhi executed all amounting to nothing more than a waste of energy. The Kun Lun sect and Kong Dong Sect have always been rivals, and although at this moment they were both cooperating with each other in their attempts to combat the Ming sect, yet in the hearts of both sides lies deep discontentment and contempt for the other sect. A voice coming from the Kun Lun sect mocks in an icy tone, "Oh, very good! A great 'mountain-splitting single fist' indeed!" Another person scoffs "And exactly what has those 4 punches been able to split?" It was a good thing that Chang Jing Zhi had such a dark complexion, for although his face has already flushed a deep red it was luckily not too noticeable under his dark skin.
Zong Wei Xia formed a fist with his two hands in accordance to the social etiquette of respectful courtesy, "Young hero Zeng, I am much impressed and amazed at your divine martial art skills. Can this old man ask you to engage in an exchange of 3 stances?" He knew that his Fists of the Seven Damages was at a much more advanced level compared to Chang Jing Zhi's, therefore he figured that just because his brother fails, he himself may not necessarily lose to the opponent.
Zhang Wu Ji replies, "The Kong Dong sect's Fists of the Seven Damages is without a doubt a superb skill IF it is practiced correctly, as it is most definitely a force that is capable of obliterating anything in its path. Even the great Shaolin monk Kong Jian who had been able to master the supreme skill of "Divine Art of Diamond Body Invulnerability" died under the Fists of the Seven Damages belonging to your sect. My martial art abilities can in no way be said to even come close to matching that of the great revered monk Kong Jian, how can I possibly be of match? But if elder you insist, I figure there is no harm in receiving 3 of your punches." The meaning behind his words were clearly implying that though the Fists of the Seven Damages was originally powerful, yet based on the level you have achieved now, you are nowhere near the vicinity of causing any harm.
Zhou Zhi Rou was standing behind a bunch of her shi jies as she observed Zhang Wu Ji. She mused at the fact that though Zhang embodied the faint traces of a young person's charismatic spirit, he was at the same time forcing himself to appear as this worldly, well-learned old soul as he lectured solemnly and soberly. It was as if he was teaching a lesson to Zong Wei Xia, the second elder of the Kong Dong sect's 5 elders she couldn't help but be amused by the ridiculous and comical nature of the whole situation. Yet at the same time, she couldn't help but start to secretly worry for him.Hearing the content of Zhang Wu Ji's words gradually becoming more and more offensive, the reckless and impulsive young disciples of the Kong Dong sect were almost unable to restrain themselves from shouting out insults. But when they looked over at Zong Wei Xia, they saw that he was harbouring a serious countenance as he devotes the utmost attention and concentration to this youngster's words. The young disciples can therefore only force back the insults that had already arrived at the tip of their tongues.Zong Wei Xia asks, "So from what you are saying, my inner energy levels is still not advanced enough?" Zhang Wu Ji replies, "Whether elder's inner energy levels has progressed to an advance state yet, I dare not make any judgements rashly. But if during all this time that you have spent practicing the Fists of the Seven Damages, you are also simultaneously hurting your own body, then it is better to not practice "Before he could continue, he suddenly heard an angry shout from behind him, "Brother, why waste your breath on this young rascal? If he dares to look down upon our sect's Fists of the Seven Damages, then let him withstand the taste of one of my fists!" With the termination of this person's voice, followed his fist. His movements were both fast and deadly, a force whooshed by to deliver a heavy fist that landed upon the ling tai, spirit-temple energy point of Zhang Wu Ji's back.Although Zhang Wu Ji was very aware of the impending attack coming up from behind him, yet not only did he chose to completely ignore it, but he also continued to address Zong Wei Xia, "Elder Zong"Suddenly sounds of metal chains clanging against each other were heard, and a person rushed out from the crowd. A sweet melodious voice cries out, "You're secretly attacking him behind his back?!" upon saying this, a set of hands joined by metal cuffs reaches out over the attacker's head. The voice belonged to Xiao Zhao. That person struck back with his left hands, thereby blocking off the metal chains and then very concretely landed a punch on Zhang Wu Ji's back. Although this punch landed dead on upon Zhang Wu Ji's ling tai acupoint, yet not only did Zhang Wu Ji seem to have not even registered the blow, but instead he turns toward Xiao Zhao and smiles gently, "Don't worry Xiao Zhao, this level of the Fists of the Seven Damages will not be of much use." Xiao Zhao breathes a sigh of relief, her snow white skin suddenly tinged with a red blush, as she says in a low voice, "I almost forgot that you have already practiced " upon saying this, immediately hushed up and backed away, returning to the crowds, dragging her metal chains along with her.Zhang Wu Ji turns around and discovered that the attacker was an old man with a big head and skinny body. This man was the fourth elder of the Kong Dong sect's 5 elders his name was Chang Jing Zhi. Although that one punch had clearly landed directly on Zhang Wu Ji's crucial pulse point, yet Zhang did not seem to have felt anything at all. Chang Jing Zhi was flabbergasted, as he blurted out the words, "You you've already mastered the 'Divine Art of Diamond Body Invulnerability,' then you are from the Shaolin sect?" Zhang Wu Ji replies, "I am not a Shaolin disciple " Chang Jing Zhi knew that all those who practiced this mystical skill of bodily-protection must depend upon the generation of a single breath of inner Qi. Once that person opens their mouth to speak, that breath of Qi will dissipate immediately. Therefore before Zhang Wu Ji can finish his sentence, Chang struck out once again, this time landing a fist upon Zhang Wu Ji's chest.Zhang Wu Ji smiles and says, "I've already said that the Fists of the Seven Damages is useless if one has not achieved an advanced level of inner energy, if you don't believe me, then please feel free to throw another punch at me." Chang Jing Zhi did not waste a single moment before striking out with the speed of the wind, throwing out one punch after another, as two consecutive punches landed on Zhang Wu Ji. In total, altogether of four punches were thrown, every one of them having most definitely landed on Zhang Wu Ji's body. Yet Zhang continues to smile easily as he receives them, as if he was oblivious to the pain. The four stances of heavy hand all embodied an obliterating force capable of smashing rocks and shattering tombs, yet they were all sustained by Zhang Wu Ji as if they were nothing more than the soft touch of a light breeze and the gentle caress of smooth silk.Chang Jing Zhi has always been known as the "mountain-splitting single fist," and although the grandeur of this title may have been slightly exaggerated, yet the forcefulness of his punches cannot be denied. Among the older generation of martial art fighters, he has always remained a respected and well-known figure. There was not a single person on that scene who was not left in a state of utter astonishment and disbelief having witnessed with their own eyes how the four consecutive punches that Chang Jing Zhi executed all amounting to nothing more than a waste of energy. The Kun Lun sect and Kong Dong Sect have always been rivals, and although at this moment they were both cooperating with each other in their attempts to combat the Ming sect, yet in the hearts of both sides lies deep discontentment and contempt for the other sect. A voice coming from the Kun Lun sect mocks in an icy tone, "Oh, very good! A great 'mountain-splitting single fist' indeed!" Another person scoffs "And exactly what has those 4 punches been able to split?" It was a good thing that Chang Jing Zhi had such a dark complexion, for although his face has already flushed a deep red it was luckily not too noticeable under his dark skin.Zong Wei Xia formed a fist with his two hands in accordance to the social etiquette of respectful courtesy, "Young hero Zeng, I am much impressed and amazed at your divine martial art skills. Can this old man ask you to engage in an exchange of 3 stances?" He knew that his Fists of the Seven Damages was at a much more advanced level compared to Chang Jing Zhi's, therefore he figured that just because his brother fails, he himself may not necessarily lose to the opponent.Zhang Wu Ji replies, "The Kong Dong sect's Fists of the Seven Damages is without a doubt a superb skill IF it is practiced correctly, as it is most definitely a force that is capable of obliterating anything in its path. Even the great Shaolin monk Kong Jian who had been able to master the supreme skill of "Divine Art of Diamond Body Invulnerability" died under the Fists of the Seven Damages belonging to your sect. My martial art abilities can in no way be said to even come close to matching that of the great revered monk Kong Jian, how can I possibly be of match? But if elder you insist, I figure there is no harm in receiving 3 of your punches." The meaning behind his words were clearly implying that though the Fists of the Seven Damages was originally powerful, yet based on the level you have achieved now, you are nowhere near the vicinity of causing any harm.
