Stealing Techniques

The moment Chen Cheng said that, he immediately enraged Wei He.

"Quite the nerve. State your name—I do not kill nameless men," Wei He said, pointing at Chen Cheng.

"If you want to know my name, you are not qualified."

"Take this!"

A tiger-and-leopard roar rang out. Wei He had clearly been truly angered.

He opened with the Tiger-Dragon Twin Forms, unleashing such domineering, savage techniques as the Collapse Cannon against Chen Cheng, clearly intent on beating him to death.

But Chen Cheng was no easy target either.

After practicing martial arts these past few days, he had come to understand something: what he truly needed was not martial techniques, but the methods of exerting force contained within martial arts.

Wei He's challenge at the door today had given Chen Cheng an idea—a way to gather the force-exertion techniques of every sect and school under heaven.

And Wei He was his test subject.

So when Wei He attacked, Chen Cheng merely used his half-baked Eagle Claw Technique to meet him.

Because he was so unfamiliar with the moves, he truly looked the part of the nominal disciple he claimed to be.

Yet whenever Wei He was about to end the battle with a single move, Chen Cheng always managed to evade by a hair's breadth.

In this back-and-forth exchange, the two had already fought for several minutes. Wei He, a Dark Force expert, was nearly out of breath.

Seeing that he still could not take down Chen Cheng, a mere nominal disciple, Wei He began to grow anxious.

When Chen Cheng dodged another Dragon Claw Hand, Wei He's gaze sharpened. He immediately unleashed the ultimate technique of the Form-Intent Sect: Form-Intent Formlessness.

It looked like nothing more than an ordinary straight punch, yet its force began at the ankles, passed