No Martial Virtue

"Hah!"

Jia Yanyong let out a loud shout.

With a face full of flesh, he gave off the vicious air of a fiend.

He stomped hard and charged at Lin Zheyu, swinging his sandbag-sized fist at Lin Zheyu's face.

As he ran, Jia Yanyong was already picturing himself knocking Lin Zheyu to the ground with one punch and scaring him into kneeling and begging for mercy.

Seeing this, Lin Zheyu seemed genuinely frightened.

He stood still without moving.

Jia Yanyong was extremely fast and reached Lin Zheyu in the blink of an eye.

His fist whistled through the air as it shot toward Lin Zheyu's head, while the image of Lin Zheyu being punched to the ground flashed through his mind.

"Hm?"

Jia Yanyong did not feel his fist connect with a cheek. His punch had missed.

Lin Zheyu twisted at the waist and dodged to the left.

He flung out his right hand, scattering the red powder he had prepared long ago straight at Jia Yanyong's eyes.

The powder flew out, and Lin Zheyu quickly retreated, though even he coughed several times from the irritation of the Chili Powder.

He had prepared this Chili Powder for over half a month and had never had a chance to use it.

He had thought that even if he used it someday, it would not be on Jia Yanyong. Who would have thought Jia Yanyong would walk right into it today?

"Ah!"

"Cough, cough... Ah..."

Jia Yanyong saw red before his eyes as the pungent red powder smeared across his face. Intense stabbing pain immediately surged from his eyes.

His screams and coughs rang through the street.

"Ah, I'll kill you! Kill you!"

Jia Yanyong roared furiously.

His eyes were squeezed shut, tears streaming down his face and blurring his vision.

A burning sensation and agonizing pain flooded from his eyes. Jia Yanyong felt as if he were about to go blind, leaving him both enraged and terrified.

He did not dare imagine what his life would become if he lost his sight.

With his eyes shut, he flailed his fists wildly at the air.

Lin Zheyu charged forward in a sudden burst, slamming Jia Yanyong in the chest with a Wild Bull Charge and forcing him back several steps.

It had to be said, Chili Powder was genuinely useful.

Jia Yanyong was very strong. If they truly fought, Lin Zheyu might not have been his match.

After landing the blow, Lin Zheyu closed in again.

He unleashed a set of Wild Bull Fist. Blinded, Jia Yanyong's Wild Punches could not touch Lin Zheyu at all, and he was easily knocked to the ground.

"For your brother's sake, I'll spare your life. You won't be so lucky next time."

"Go rinse your eyes quickly. You might still be able to save them."

Lin Zheyu said as he looked at Jia Yanyong, whose tears were pouring down his face.

More and more people had gathered around them, so he did not continue attacking.

If this had not been the Inner City, with so many passersby around, Lin Zheyu would have dealt a ruthless blow and killed the fellow long ago.

He walked around Jia Yanyong and headed home as though nothing had happened.

Moonlight poured down like a waterfall over the courtyard.

After changing into fitted martial attire, Lin Zheyu arrived at Liang Song's courtyard.

The two stood facing each other in the middle of the courtyard.

Lin Zheyu assumed an attacking stance, while Liang Song stood with his hands behind his back and a faint smile on his face, looking every inch like one of those legendary masters.

"Use every bit of skill you have and attack me."

"Master, forgive my offense."

Lin Zheyu said.

The muscles in his calves erupted, and he shot toward Liang Song like an arrow.

The Wild Bull Fist emphasized brute force. Once unleashed, its momentum carried the unstoppable force of a charging bull.

At that instant, the power in his thighs used his waist as a bridge, gathering the strength of his entire body and pouring it into both fists.

First form of the Wild Bull Fist: Wild Bull Charge!

In this move, both fists struck out at once—one direct, one unorthodox.

The direct fist carried unrivaled momentum, driving straight at the opponent's face and forcing them to focus on blocking it.

The other fist struck directly at the waist and abdomen, attacking where they least expected.

The two fists could switch between direct and unorthodox in an instant. If the opponent focused on dealing with the fist aimed at the abdomen, then the frontal fist would immediately become a killing move.

It would smash their head open!

Bang!

Liang Song stretched out both hands, one high and one low, and caught Lin Zheyu by the wrists.

He turned slightly to the side, then sharply exerted force with both arms. Borrowing Lin Zheyu's own momentum, he gave a fierce pull and instantly threw Lin Zheyu off balance.

Lin Zheyu staggered forward several steps. He knew things were going badly, but it was already too late.

Bang—

A fierce pain exploded in his abdomen, and Lin Zheyu was sent flying backward.

Under the moonlight, Liang Song patted his lame leg and stood firmly once more.

"Master, did you have to hit so hard?"

Lin Zheyu got to his feet and rubbed his abdomen, where a burning pain throbbed.

It really hurt.

Despite his age, Master was still so formidable.

"Only when it hurts will you remember it deeply."

"In real combat, you turn weakness into strength and use strength to strike weakness."

"Your attack just now was powerful, while the force I used was not even half of yours. Relatively speaking, I was at a disadvantage."

"But with certain techniques, I could borrow your force against you, adding another push to your own strength and making you lose control and balance."

"Your great strength immediately became your weakness. At that point, when I attacked, it became using strength to strike weakness."

"When you encounter this situation, you should..."

Liang Song carefully explained, teaching Lin Zheyu various combat techniques and ways to respond.

After finishing his explanation, Liang Song personally demonstrated it once for Lin Zheyu in slow motion.

"Again. Attack as you did just now, then counter using the method I taught you."

After the demonstration, Liang Song motioned for Lin Zheyu to continue attacking.

Lin Zheyu recalled what he had just learned and gained a deeper understanding of Liang Song's teachings.

His eyes turned resolute as he shot toward Liang Song.

Bang, bang, bang—

This time, Lin Zheyu exchanged blows with Liang Song for several rounds in succession.

Bang—

Without any surprise, Lin Zheyu was kicked flying again.

"Master, you're cheating. You didn't say that move had a flaw like this." Lin Zheyu got up while rubbing his stomach.

The defensive move Liang Song had just taught him was effortlessly broken moments later by Liang Song using another method.

"Keep your mind flexible."

"Moves are dead, but people are alive."

"No one uses martial techniques rigidly in battle. You must respond flexibly to different circumstances."

Liang Song lectured him, once again pointing out Lin Zheyu's shortcomings.

"Again!"

Bang—

"Again!"

Bang—

For the entire night, Lin Zheyu was either being kicked or on his way to being kicked.

Liang Song seemed to have a fondness for kicking people. If he was not kicking Lin Zheyu in the stomach, he was kicking his butt or chest.

"No more, no more."

Lin Zheyu bared his teeth as a burning pain spread across his face.

Liang Song had just kicked him in the face!

That was far too lacking in martial virtue. You did not hit people in the face!

"Hiss—"

"Master, you're going too far. Kicking people is one thing, but you actually kicked me in the face."

Lin Zheyu sucked in a cold breath and said indignantly.

He hated it most when people hit him in the face, but he could not beat the man before him...

"Hmm, what's wrong with hitting your face? I'm your master. Am I not allowed to?"

Liang Song replied blandly, feeling a little embarrassed inside.

He truly had failed to hold back just now.

Lin Zheyu learned very quickly and could draw inferences from a single example. In a moment of carelessness, Liang Song had nearly been struck in the abdomen by him.

In his haste, Liang Song sent out his right foot with the flow of the movement, kicking Lin Zheyu in the face and sending him flying.

"Take this medicine. Apply it tonight, and it won't hurt when you wake up tomorrow morning."

Liang Song took out a small bottle and tossed it to Lin Zheyu.

Lin Zheyu pulled out the stopper and sniffed it. A thick medicinal scent filled his nostrils.

"Thank you, Master."

"Remember to come early tomorrow. I'll teach you something else."

"Alright, I'll definitely come early."

Lin Zheyu replied, anticipation rising in his heart.