Deft Hands Leave Nothing

Unfilial descendants are still descendants of blood, not strangers.

Murong Qing, "I have never heard of the Liu School's philosophy before. Could it be that they rob the rich to help the poor?"

The masked woman was clearly used to such misunderstandings and wasn't angry. She said, "Robbing the rich to help the poor is a means, not an ideal. Our Liu School has two main principles. One is 'movement.' We believe that everything is in motion, and motion is the fundamental attribute of matter. As the saying goes, 'Running water never stagnates, and a frequently used door hinge never rusts.' Once matter stops moving, it will decay. The same applies to human wealth. Money piled up in warehouses is worthless. Only when it circulates in the market will it realize its value."

Murong Qing said thoughtfully, "This seems to be the Merchant School philosophy?"

"The Merchant School originally originated from the Liu School. The Liu School disagreed on how to deal with misers; one side believed that wealth must be mobilized legally, while the other believed that the means were secondary as long as the goal was achieved."

"Did the former become a businessman, and the latter a robber and thief?"

Si Ming felt that the Liu School was embellishing their own image. Merchant School might have absorbed some of the Liu School's ideas, but that didn't mean they were derived from them. It's like Kongzi consulting Laozi; does that mean Confucian School originated from Daoist School?

"You said the Liu School has two main principles, one is 'movement,' what's the other?"

The masked woman said, "It's balance."

Chapter 112 The Deft Hands Leave Nothing

"Water flows from high places to low places, and heat is transferred from hot objects to cold objects. This is the balance that exists in nature. Daoist School describes it as 'the way of Heaven, which takes from those who have more and gives to those who have less,' while Confucian School describes it as 'not worrying about scarcity but worrying about inequality.' This is also a balance," the masked woman explained.

"So, you see robbing the rich to help the poor as a form of balance?"

Si Ming asked the question with a critical attitude, but the other party answered it in a serious manner.

"Some believe that equilibrium is achieved without human intervention, while others believe that equilibrium should be actively sought. There's no consensus on who's right and who's wrong. Even on the same issue or the same statement, there are different opinions and disputes. Aren't you Mohist School the same?"

"Thank you for your explanation; it has lessened my prejudice against the Liu School." Si Ming clapped. "Getting back to the point, regardless of whether you are from the Liu School or any other family, since you have decided to Time Wheel Meter, you are our enemy. On this point, even if you are a disciple of the Mohist School, I will not show any mercy."

"I've already noticed your lack of chivalry," the masked woman said, rubbing her swollen wrist. "Fine, you're still just a young lad, you don't understand feminine charm, so I won't blame you. Now, I have a suggestion: I can help you deal with those petty thieves on the train and stop them from targeting you, but you two must promise me you won't..."

Si Ming interrupted, "I have absolutely no interest in your suggestion. As long as we capture you as a warning to others, those cowards will not dare to step forward again!"

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his arm, and with the movement of his fist, a Bullet Fist was unleashed.

Simple, fast, and direct!

Do you even know the rules?

The masked woman's expression was not visible, but she must have been extremely frustrated.

Facing two opponents in a confined environment, the situation was extremely unfavorable for her. Not wanting to get entangled, she raised her hand and threw it hard to the ground. A bullet hit the ground, bursting into a large amount of dust that filled the carriage.

Si Ming's punch missed its mark, only touching the hem of his clothes. Anticipating his opponent's movements based on the airflow, he hurriedly warned those behind him, "Watch out!"

Murong Qing's reaction was somewhat slow, simply because Si Ming's unconventional style not only caught his opponents off guard, but even his companions couldn't keep up with his actions.

She hurriedly assumed a defensive stance, put away the Time Wheel Meter, and unleashed both of her soft palms, which danced around her like two long, flowing ribbons.

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This is a purely defensive technique; it is not intended to harm the enemy, but only to protect oneself.

Murong Qing's palm strikes covered his entire body, providing impenetrable defense. Each palm strike was continuous, with the front and back palms closely joined together, not isolated entities.

"This kind of decadent and stubborn atmosphere, is it the lost learning of Confucianism? Hehe, we Liu School love to tease those old, poor Confucian School."

The masked woman used her Movement Method to move around Murong Qing continuously. At first glance, it seemed as if seven clones appeared at the same time, completely surrounding Murong Qing.

She extended both palms, without using force, but with the same gentle strength, pressing them tightly against Murong Qing's fist shadow. The two palms fit together perfectly.

Murong Qing suddenly felt as if she were deep in the ocean, surrounded by surging seawater with immense pressure, rushing towards her. Her arms felt extremely heavy, requiring ten times the strength to do the same thing.

Oh no, our move has been countered!

As if naturally countered, Murong Qing's impenetrable defense crumbled in an instant, and the dense shadows of fists surrounding her vanished without a trace.

Just then, Si Ming turned around, wiped the flour off his eyes, and seeing this, he didn't hesitate to throw another Bullet Fist at the masked woman's back.

"Haha, you were still a step too slow, Deft Hands Leave Nothing!"

The masked woman reached out towards Murong Qing's chest, but was blocked by the other woman's arm. However, her palm emitted a force that Leading an Ox Across a Mountain, and the Time Wheel Meter hidden in Murong Qing's bosom was sucked out with a "whoosh" and fell into her hand.

Having succeeded in one move, he immediately fled.

The masked woman countered the Bullet Fist with a backhand strike. Although the force of the punch made her arm bones ache, she successfully used the momentum to propel herself backward like a spring.

As she retreated to the window, she lifted her lower body, shrinking herself to only one-third of her original height. At the same time, she reached behind her with both hands, opened the car window, and her body, which was suspended in mid-air, was immediately pulled out of the window by the airflow.

Si Ming strode forward, his hand swiftly reaching out, but he missed by three inches and caught nothing.

He quickly leaned his upper body out of the window, but only saw a beautiful figure disappear on the roof of the car, followed by a magpie-like laugh carried on the howling wind.

"The night is deep, the birds have all flown, and the ink is thick with darkness, yet bright eyes roam in the shadows. Tonight, a command is given, and the chivalrous thief's extraordinary skills will be Divine Ability!"

Si Ming hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not follow.

Although there are often scenes in movies where two people fight on the roof of a train, those are mostly old-fashioned steam locomotives that don't travel at speeds exceeding 60 kilometers per hour. On the roof, people can barely withstand the oncoming airflow.

The train he's currently on travels at speeds between 120 and 140 kilometers per hour. Even if he were skilled in martial arts, he couldn't guarantee he wouldn't be swept away by the airflow once he was on the roof. It's like in movies, where no one ever fights on a high-speed train, because the audience wouldn't accept such a plot that insults intelligence.

"Forget it, don't chase after them."

Murong Qing's tense voice came from behind, clearly worried that Si Ming might impulsively chase after her.

Si Ming pulled himself back from the window, turned around, and saw Murong Qing sighing, "I'm so useless. I thought I was so great, but after entering society, I realized that what I learned in school is hard to apply in real combat. There's no one here to ring a gong to signal the start of the match, there's no well-planned competition area, and the enemy won't wait for you to get into the zone before making their move."

She paused for a moment, then continued, "It was clearly a challenge I issued on a whim, but from beginning to end, it was you Si Ming, who solved all the problems. I only dragged you down. This time, it was because I was a step too slow that the opponent had an opportunity to take advantage of me. I really brought this on myself."