Chapter 231: A True Martial Arts Enthusiast (2nd Update)

Chapter 231: A True Martial Arts Enthusiast

"Senior, please don't be careless; you must be careful."

Zhou Lang smiled faintly. His Fist Technique, utilizing softness to overcome hardness, had been cultivated to a very high level. What appeared to be a light punch actually contained earth-shattering energy. He knew this elderly man in his seventies was underestimating him.

"Young people these days really don't know the immensity of heaven and earth." Hearing Zhou Lang's words, the elderly man sighed. He still regarded Zhou Lang as a young person with little martial arts Foundation.

However, in an instant, the speed of Zhou Lang's punch accelerated.

Whoosh!

Zhou Lang had used less than one percent of his strength, yet his Fist emitted a sound that tore through the air.

Being able to strike the air and produce a sonic boom usually required a Master who had cleared the Ren and Du meridians, at least at the Master level. Such experts were nothing compared to a Cultivator, but in the secular world, they were already top-tier experts. One had to know that a World Muay Thai Champion Wu Dewei only possessed combat power at the Master Early Stage. When World Muay Thai Champion Wu Dewei threw a punch, it was difficult for him to produce a sonic boom without using his full strength.

"Oh!"

The elderly man felt surprised and dared not be careless. He quickly flipped his arm to block the punch Zhou Lang had sent his way.

"Open!"

At the same time, the old man exerted force with his hands and let out a muffled shout. He thought Zhou Lang was at most a Master Early Stage expert, while he himself had long been at the Master Peak Cultivation level.

However, before the old man could finish his shout, his expression changed abruptly. A massive force surged from Zhou Lang's Fist, instantly destabilizing his center of gravity, causing him to stagger back seven or eight steps.

He had intended to repel Zhou Lang with a single move, but he hadn't expected to be easily repelled by Zhou Lang instead. This result was something he had never imagined.

Zhao Xiaorou, however, had long known this would be the result; she covered her mouth and giggled on the side.

"Young man, I really underestimated you. I didn't expect you to be an expert."

The old man suppressed the roiling Qi and blood in his body and said calmly. His gaze towards Zhou Lang was now different. However, he still believed he had suffered a loss at Zhou Lang's hands due to carelessness and underestimating his opponent. He had no idea that Zhou Lang's Cultivation was far above his own. He still thought that if he adjusted his internal breath, he could definitely defeat Zhou Lang, since he hadn't really been injured, just forced back seven or eight steps.

Little did he know that Zhou Lang had not used any lethal force at all; otherwise, he feared he wouldn't even have been able to block a single move from Zhou Lang.

"Senior, why don't you adjust your internal breath and then give it your all?" Zhou Lang smiled slightly. In fact, given his Cultivation, he normally wouldn't fight with someone who wasn't a Cultivation expert. However, since this old man insisted on sparring with him, he wouldn't refuse. Besides, this old man practiced Wudang Long Fist, which seemed to have some connection to the Long Fist he had learned from the Fragrant Cultivation Manual. He wanted to learn more about the Wudang Long Fist, as this might help him discover some glorious past events of his ancestors.

"Do I need to adjust my breath to spar with you? Then try taking a few moves from me!"

The elderly man was somewhat provoked by Zhou Lang. He moved across the ground with the strides of a dragon and a tiger, rushing toward Zhou Lang and launching an attack in an instant.

"Then I will spar with you using only one hand, Senior."

Zhou Lang put his right hand behind his back and extended only his left hand to defend. This wasn't arrogance, but absolute self-confidence. Although this elderly man was formidable, he wasn't even a Martial Arts Grandmaster, so how could he be his opponent?

The elderly man was furious, but his fierce punch was easily intercepted by Zhou Lang. That violent force was easily neutralized by Zhou Lang. His seemingly indestructible Fist became soft and powerless in the end; even if it struck Zhou Lang's body, it could not cause him any harm.

The elderly man seemed to be someone who didn't believe in impossible things. When his first attack was ineffective, he instantly shifted his body and immediately launched a violent attack, circling Zhou Lang.

The old man's footwork was very flexible, implicitly conforming to the principles of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams. The angles of his attacks were very tricky, giving one the feeling of being unable to defend against them.

Even a World Muay Thai Champion like World Muay Thai Champion Wu Dewei would certainly not be able to block the elderly man's attacks, which were sometimes violent and sometimes as pervasive as spring rain. But Zhou Lang stood motionless, his expression incomparably calm, still defending with one hand.

His range of motion wasn't very large, but the defensive effect was excellent. No matter what moves the elderly man used or from what angle he attacked, he was easily blocked. His hand seemed to be moving along some mysterious, curved trajectory. It looked very simple, but it was actually wondrous beyond words. This defensive circle of his was simply unbreakable.

The more the elderly man attacked, the more surprised he became, because the force of every one of his attacks seemed to be drawn away, disappearing like a clay ox entering the sea.

"What kind of martial art is this? My Wudang Long Fist is inherently about using softness to overcome hardness. I didn't expect his strange Fist Technique style to be similar, and it seems even more powerful in this regard. Could there be a martial art in the world that is superior to Wudang Fist Techniques in using softness to overcome hardness?"

The elderly man was shocked in his heart. He had used the Wudang Long Fist twice in succession, yet he hadn't been able to make Zhou Lang, who was defending with only one hand, take a single step back.

He had no other options. He was a type of person who was a martial arts enthusiast, deeply understanding the principle that trying to chew too much leads to indigestion. He had spent his whole life's effort basically on this Wudang Long Fist. He had originally thought his set of Wudang Long Fist was rarely matched in the world, but he hadn't expected that he couldn't even break through the defense of a young person.

"Senior, I am going to counterattack."

Seeing that the elderly man was repeating those twenty-some moves of Wudang Long Fist over and over, Zhou Lang knew that the old man's moves were exhausted and there wouldn't be any new ones. Therefore, he gave a shout, slowly took a step forward, and unleashed the simplest move in Long Fist, "Rainbow Piercing the Sun."

This move of his was upright and proper, seemingly carrying an aura of righteous energy.

This move looked slow, but in reality, it was very fast. Before the elderly man could fully react, Zhou Lang's Fist had already reached his face.

It was too late to retreat, and too late to dodge. The elderly man had no choice but to let out a tiger-like roar, muster his Divine Might, and also punch out.

Boom!

With a muffled thud, the cement floor beneath the elderly man's feet cracked. Zhou Lang hadn't moved at all, while the elderly man flew backward.

However, Zhou Lang's force was well-controlled. Although the elderly man was sent flying, he was completely uninjured. After dissipating the force in mid-air, he landed steadily. Of course, the True Qi inside his body was still churning uncontrollably, and he almost couldn't hold it back.

"Young brother, how is your Cultivation so profound?" The elderly man adjusted his internal breath slightly and no longer dared to underestimate Zhou Lang. Even his form of address for Zhou Lang changed; he no longer called him a young man, but "Young brother."

"Senior, I only revealed a tiny bit of my strength," Zhou Lang said.

"It's truly frustrating to compare oneself to others. I've cultivated bitterly for a lifetime, yet I fall far short of someone as young as you."

The elderly man sighed. Now he basically believed Zhou Lang's words, because it was certain that Zhou Lang's strength was far superior to his own. Someone as powerful as Zhou Lang had no need to lie or brag.

"Senior, you need not be discouraged. You are already at the Master Peak Cultivation level. If you take one more step forward, you will become a Martial Arts Grandmaster."

Zhou Lang comforted him.

"I am already seventy-three years old. If I want to advance further, I fear it will be extremely difficult," the elderly man said after sighing. "I don't know what to call you, Young brother. Earlier, I thought you were an arrogant person, so my tone was a bit harsh. Now it seems, I was completely looking at the sky from the bottom of a well."

"My name is Zhou Lang. You are old enough to be my grandfather, Senior, so I cannot accept being called 'Young brother'." Zhou Lang said quickly. He vaguely guessed that this elderly man might be some retired teacher from the school.

"In the path of martial arts, the one who achieves more comes first. Your Cultivation is far above mine; calling you 'Young brother' is already being presumptuous." The elderly man said with a serious expression. "How about we address each other as brothers from now on?"

"Then, how should I address you, brother?"

Zhou Lang said. After becoming a Cultivator, he didn't care much about these secular formalities. Since this elderly man was willing to address him as a brother, he wouldn't be coy anymore.

"I am Former Principal Zhang Wenshan," the elderly man said. "I am a martial arts enthusiast, but usually, it's hard to find someone to spar with. This is great; now that I have an expert like you, Young brother, I can often pester you in the future to seek your advice on martial arts."

"Former Principal Zhang Wenshan? Are you our Dianxi University's former principal? You are the best principal in all of our minds."

Zhou Lang was surprised. Dianxi University used to be just an ordinary undergraduate institution. It was under the efforts of Former Principal Zhang Wenshan that the school developed and grew, changing its name from Feiyun College to Dianxi University twenty years ago.

Feiyun City was only the second-largest city in Dianxi Province, but the institution that was able to secure the title of Dianxi University was not a higher education institution in the provincial capital. From this, one could see how high the quality of education in this school was. In fact, that was the case; under Former Principal Zhang Wenshan, Dianxi University completed the transformation from an ordinary institution to a national key university.

Even many majors at Dianxi University were very famous nationwide. For example, the strength of the Medical School could definitely be ranked in the top ten nationwide. This was the reason why Zhou Lang had applied to the Dianxi University Medical School back then.

"That's right."

Former Principal Zhang Wenshan nodded and asked Zhou Lang, "Are you a student at Dianxi University?"

"A fourth-year student at the Dianxi University Medical School," Zhou Lang said. "If that's the case, it wouldn't be appropriate for the former principal and me to address each other as brothers. I'm afraid the teachers and students of the whole school would hack me to pieces."

"Haha."

Former Principal Zhang Wenshan laughed heartily and said, "With me here, who in the school would dare to bully you? Besides, with your Cultivation as a Martial Arts Grandmaster, who could bully you? We martial artists don't care about so many secular perspectives!"

He thought Zhou Lang only had the Cultivation of a Martial Arts Grandmaster, but he didn't expect that Zhou Lang was already at the Peak of the Qi Refinement Stage and could step into the Foundation Establishment Stage at any time.

"Brother, then I will respectfully comply," Zhou Lang smiled. Former Principal Zhang Wenshan's personality was very straightforward and he didn't rely on his seniority at all; he quite liked him.

Next, Zhou Lang introduced Zhao Xiaorou to Former Principal Zhang Wenshan.

"Young brother, what Fist Technique did you use earlier? It seems to have quite a few similarities to my Wudang Long Fist, but it seems to appear even more profound."

Former Principal Zhang Wenshan was truly a martial arts enthusiast; he immediately asked impatiently.