Flowing Water Does Not Compete, Ten Thousand Jun Self-Transforms

"Jade Shattering Flowing Water Fist?" Zhu Hao savored the words, sighing, "What a fitting name, truly embodying the essence of flowing water. It resonates somewhat with the philosophy of my Entangling Ape Fist. Brother Lin, would you care to demonstrate again?"

Even though his Mountain Splitting Stance missed its mark, Zhu Hao showed no disappointment. His heart was filled with fervent enthusiasm for Lin Mo's new boxing technique.

"Then I'll trouble you, Brother Zhu," Lin Mo said with a smile. It seemed Zhu Hao was serious about increasing the intensity, so he wouldn't hold back either.

A golden glint flashed in his eyes – his dharma eye. To show respect, Lin Mo naturally wouldn't go easy.

Giving one's all was the greatest respect a Martial Artist could show!

The two men took their stances again. Unlike the conventional Entangling Ape Fist's low stance and seated horse posture, this was a side-facing half-horse stance.

One hand reached forward as a 'leading hand' to probe, while the other was held protectively in front of the abdomen. Their posture resembled an ape about to pounce, their gazes sharp.

"Good heavens, just by practicing Entangling Ape Fist, he's already developed a bit of an ape-like demeanor. But my White Ape Momentum isn't just for show..."

Lin Mo mused inwardly, still adopting the stance for the Jade Shattering Flowing Water Fist. His left and right hands protected his chest and abdomen, one in front of the other.

Unlike conventional starting stances, he too had incorporated his own understanding, his entire body rising and falling like a leaping ape.

If anyone were to witness this scene, they would likely exclaim, "Two apes sparring!"

Swish!

Zhu Hao lunged forward, launching a fierce assault. His fist techniques shifted repeatedly, the Entangling Ape Fist's 'Chain Linking Hands' coming at Lin Mo like a torrential downpour.

Fists and palms alternated, targeting vital joints. The offense was ferocious yet continuous like the tide.

However, this suited Lin Mo's intention to train the Jade Shattering Flowing Water Fist perfectly. Though he could mimic half-moves or two moves of 'yielding to overcome the strong' like a drawing of a cat and painting a tiger, in combat, it wasn't so easy to deal with each move slowly. In an instant, fists and feet met several times.

Lin Mo drew his breath inward, circulating his breathing technique, channeling Blood Essence evenly to his limbs and torso. With the aid of his dharma eye, he had already discerned the trajectory of Zhu Hao's fist attacks.

Since the dharma eye upgrade, its assistance in combat had increased tremendously.

Although Zhu Hao's attacks were fast, in Lin Mo's eyes, they were already as slow as a turtle's crawl.

He 'narrowly' dodged the first punch, the gust of wind grazing his face and lifting a few strands of black hair.

When the second punch blocked his retreat, Lin Mo surged forward, striking the inner side of Zhu Hao's forearm joint with his elbow, instantly dissipating the force.

Zhu Hao had used this tactic against Lin Mo before, a storm of attacks. But that time, Lin Mo had genuinely used his Destiny to dodge them all.

"Still not enough..."

Lin Mo's thoughts raced. As he dissipated the force, he was about to withdraw, but a sharp glint flashed in Zhu Hao's eyes, and he let out a low roar.

"Brother Lin, you dare be so careless against my move?"

As the force dissipated, Zhu Hao stepped forward, using the momentum to draw in his chest and straighten his shoulders, closing the distance. This brute force attack sealed off almost all of Lin Mo's offensive routes.

This move was filled with imposing momentum, and Zhu Hao was determined to succeed.

With the help of his dharma eye, Lin Mo could perceive the opportunity and even dodge in advance. However, during this sparring session, dodging would go against their original intention.

Lin Mo didn't dodge or evade. His hands crossed, fingers forming palms. As Zhu Hao collided, the brute force vibrated through his entire body along his arms.

"As expected of a Second Level Martial Artist. It seems you've also cultivated a breathing technique?"

Lin Mo gritted his teeth. As he followed the pushing force, he noticed Zhu Hao's breathing, his shouts punctuated by the surge of strength.

It was merely a shoulder charge, yet Zhu Hao had turned it into a wave-like momentum!

Lin Mo endured the first wave of the tide-like force through gritted teeth, half his body going numb. Then came the second wave, his palms turning in circles to deflect most of it.

Following that were the third, fourth waves...

The residual force, which had initially been eighty percent transmitted to his body, was now reduced to sixty, then thirty, then ten percent!

Finally, Lin Mo's palms had dispersed almost all the force. Though ten percent remained, it was no longer a threat.

Crack!

As Lin Mo pushed his palms towards Zhu Hao's elbow one last time, the surging force that had enveloped Zhu Hao like a tide dissipated completely, like a clay ox entering the sea. Zhu Hao stumbled, his expression still somewhat dazed.

Zhu Hao was inwardly horrified. He had thought that after breaking through to Second Level Entry and cultivating his family's breathing technique, he could leverage the advantage of a higher realm.

He hadn't expected to defeat Lin Mo, but at least to fight him to a standstill for dozens of rounds.

Unfortunately, imagination was always beautiful.

In just a few moments of grappling, Lin Mo's astonishing martial arts comprehension had genuinely mimicked the essence of 'yielding to overcome the strong'.

"Brother Zhu?" Lin Mo patted his shoulder. Zhu Hao snapped out of his stupor and gave a wry smile, "Damn it, he's truly a monster..."

Sparring sessions were meant to stop before serious injury. Lin Mo and Zhu Hao sat down in the courtyard, discussing their martial arts insights and sharing knowledge.

This allowed Lin Mo to consolidate the essence of 'yielding to overcome the strong' while also gaining a deeper understanding of various boxing styles, such as Zhu Hao's 'Entangling Ape Fist'.

Zhu Hao was originally from a small family in Prefecture City, but for some unknown reason, he had fled here. Lin Mo naturally wouldn't pry into the reasons.

However, it was evident that although Zhu Hao's strength was inferior, he had been immersed in martial arts literature since childhood. He was, after all, from a martial arts family.

Lin Mo's conversation with him was incredibly fruitful, resolving many of the problems he had encountered previously.

The sky was filled with brilliant sunset colors.

Lin Mo also felt it was about time to leave, but before he departed, he had one last question.

"Brother Zhu, I actually have one last question: how does one break through to Second Level? Everyone just talks about breaking through the Blood Essence bottleneck, but I've never understood it in detail and am still a bit confused."

"No problem, I'll explain it to you slowly. Not many people know the details like I do!"

Zhu Hao was also straightforward. He poured another cup of wine and handed it over. Lin Mo took it and downed it in one gulp.

He nodded in satisfaction, his expression turning serious. "Ordinary Martial Artists only know about the Blood Essence bottleneck and how to nurture Blood Essence to break through the obstruction. This explanation isn't wrong, but it's still too vague..."

"For example, where is the obstruction? How do you nurture Blood Essence to break through? Some people spend their entire lives searching and never even find the Blood Essence bottleneck..."

"Of course, I don't think the situation of not being able to find the Blood Essence bottleneck will happen to you, Brother Lin."

Zhu Hao's sudden compliment caught Lin Mo, who had been listening and taking notes, a bit off guard. He could only ask, "What do you mean?"

"Try circulating your Blood Essence through a full cycle of breathwork. Try to slow it down, slow it down until it's like a babbling brook, and let the Blood Essence flow naturally through your limbs and bones?"

Zhu Hao offered his advice with a smile in his eyes.

Lin Mo immediately sat cross-legged on the ground. He trusted Zhu Hao; they had a life-or-death friendship. Following his words, he began to circulate his Blood Essence.