Moving and Stillness Qi, Practical Combat Training with Meng Senior Sister

As Xue Jing looked at the Contemplation panel, he sensed the changes taking place within himself.

His mind felt like a pearl long buried beneath dust, suddenly cleansed and radiant, its light illuminating ten thousand mountains and rivers.

It was an extraordinarily wondrous feeling. Whatever he thought of in his consciousness flashed by like lightning, with scarcely any obstruction.

This is... an increase in intelligence? No, it should be that my mind has become more solid, allowing me to filter out distracting thoughts unrelated to what I want to consider.

The moment the question arose in his mind, Xue Jing immediately and firmly analyzed the cause.

Contemplation should enhance one's ability to control their thoughts, strengthen emotional control, and also... improve imagination?

Xue Jing tried to visualize a dragon in his mind.

In an instant, he had outlined a true dragon with enormous wings on its back, four limbs, and five claws. Every detail was lifelike; even each mane hair and every golden scale possessed an intensely vivid sense of reality.

Then, with a shift of thought, his entire being entered the dragon's body. He became the true dragon, stretching its body as its muscles rolled like waves and its golden scales trembled with radiant light.

In the training room, Li Qi watched Xue Jing standing still at the center, his entire body exuding an indescribable aura of majesty, and looked astonished.

"Just from his first attempt at Contemplation... he directly nurtured Dragon Qi?"

Xue Jing withdrew from his visualization, and the Dragon Qi around him dissipated. Looking at Li Qi, he asked in confusion, "Master, what exactly is Dragon Qi?"

Perhaps due to having transformed into a true dragon in his consciousness earlier, his voice sounded far deeper than usual, carrying an inexplicable weight and authority.

Li Qi smiled and spoke gently. "Dragon Qi, when all is said and done, is simply an emotion."

"Humans are fascinating creatures, easily influenced by emotion. Take an angry person—the punch they throw will certainly be heavier than usual. You've probably heard stories like an old woman lifting a car in desperation after seeing her grandson trapped beneath it, right?"

"Killing intent, fighting spirit, confidence, rage, greed, willpower... These invisible, intangible, abstract forces of the mind can be arranged and combined to a certain degree, gathering into an 'emotion' capable of directly affecting the body."

"Use the stance of the Hibernating Dragon Art to imitate a dragon, and the Contemplation Method to visualize one. Continue for a long time, and you will nurture Dragon Qi—a state in which you regard yourself as a dragon. When you throw a punch, it will naturally carry the dragon's imposing momentum and unleash the immense strength of a true dragon."

Xue Jing came to a realization.

Li Qi continued, "We martial artists call the emotions we stir up the Qi of Passion, while the ability to control emotions is called the Qi of Stillness."

"Without passionate qi, if you have no fire in your heart during a fight or match, how can your punches carry strength? Without stillness qi, if you allow emotions to control you, you will only be toyed with by others."

"Every qualified Martial Artist must learn to cultivate stillness qi and accumulate passionate qi. Only by using stillness to control movement and combining movement with stillness can one remain invincible."

Xue Jing nodded and said seriously, "This disciple has been taught."

Li Qi said with satisfaction, "Generally speaking, disciples who have just nurtured Dragon Qi will become somewhat wild in both word and deed because they see themselves as dragons. That is a sign of insufficient Qi of Stillness."

"But you remain as you always were, unaffected by Dragon Qi in the slightest. Clearly, your talent for the Qi of Stillness is also quite exceptional."

At that, Xue Jing merely glanced at the Contemplation panel.

Another god-tier skill...

It enhanced his imagination and ability to control his thoughts, which were the keys to drawing upon the Qi of Passion.

It also strengthened his emotional control, which meant his Qi of Stillness would rise in tandem...

After gaining a pile of skills related to physical talent, he had finally obtained one related to talent of the mind and consciousness.

"Let's stop practicing the Hibernating Dragon Art here for today. Your progress has exceeded this old man's expectations. It is time for you to get acquainted with 'fighting techniques.'"

As Li Qi spoke, he took out his phone, tapped at it for a while, then put it away again.

"Fighting techniques? How do I train them?" Xue Jing's spirits rose.

Li Qi chuckled. "The pursuit of martial arts can be summed up in four words: Nurturing, Refining, Fighting, Killing."

"The Hibernating Dragon Art nurtures Dragon Qi, the Shaking Armor Skill refines dragon strength, and Killing Moves are still too early for you. As for fighting techniques... they depend entirely on personal comprehension."

Xue Jing asked doubtfully, "Personal comprehension?"

"Fighting techniques are methods of battle. They include your personal habits, strategies, instincts in combat... It is an entire fighting system that you must gradually build for yourself."

"The only way to train fighting techniques is, naturally, to fight!"

"Fight fiercely, fight without stopping, and your fighting techniques will gradually take shape on their own."

Li Qi smiled pleasantly.

As if to match Li Qi's words, the training room door was pushed open just after he finished speaking.

A short-haired woman in a Black Practice Uniform walked in. She had a cool, detached face and a curvaceous figure.

She held a stuffed flatbread in one hand and kept taking bites from it. As she walked forward, her astonishingly ample figure stretched the supposedly loose Training Suit tight, as though it might split apart at any moment, creating a breathtaking sight.

Xue Jing froze. "Meng Senior Sister..."

The fourth direct disciple of the Hidden Dragon Dojo, Meng Qing Jiao.

She was also the daughter of Senior Brother Meng Bo Shang.

And she was, without question, the woman with the best figure Xue Jing had ever seen in either of his lives.

"..."

Meng Qing Jiao said nothing. She merely nodded coolly, walked up to Xue Jing, and used her free hand to pat his head.

Was that her way of expressing affection and fondness? Xue Jing could not quite tell, but he did not resist.

"Qing Jiao's control over Moving Strength is the best among all the disciples. Even her father, Bo Shang, cannot compare to her."

Li Qi spoke leisurely.

"She will serve as your opponent for training your fighting techniques."

Xue Jing hesitantly glanced at Meng Qing Jiao's "World Cup."

This was far larger than Wu Youqing's "European Cup" and Zhu Shan Ying's "Asian Cup." Wouldn't it get in the way?

But he quickly cast aside the stray thoughts, took a deep breath, and clasped his fist in salute to Meng Qing Jiao. "Please instruct me, Senior Sister!"

The girl herself had not said much about it, so he could hardly afford to be overly delicate.

"..."

Meng Qing Jiao did not speak. Still wearing that cool expression, she nodded, then swiftly wolfed down the stuffed flatbread in a few bites. Her cheeks bulged like a hamster's as she chewed constantly before quickly swallowing it.

Then she placed one hand behind her back and made a gesture of invitation with the other. A few crumbs from the flatbread still clung to the corner of her mouth.

Her tall frame stood straight as a pine, faintly carrying the bearing of a grandmaster as deep as a pool and steady as a mountain. But her figure was simply too good, full and voluptuous, making the scene feel somewhat suggestive no matter what...

Fortunately, after activating Contemplation, Xue Jing's control over his thoughts had improved greatly. He quickly shook his head, cast out every stray thought, and his gaze turned serious.

"Be careful, Senior Sister."

The moment he spoke, Xue Jing stomped on the floor and shot toward Meng Qing Jiao like an arrow loosed from its bow! Bang!

Xue Jing only saw a blur before a surge of Supple Strength struck his chest. He was sent flying backward against his will and crashed onto the hardwood floor.

"Your intentions were too obvious."

Li Qi spoke from the side.

"Do not hold back because Qing Jiao is a woman. In real combat, you cannot afford to worry about such things. You must do everything possible to win. Be it despicable or vicious, martial arts are simple: the one standing wins, and the one lying down loses. The method does not matter."

"Use your head. Employ every means at your disposal. Think only of winning and have no reservations!"

Xue Jing nodded, sprang to his feet with a kip-up, readied himself again, and charged at Meng Qing Jiao once more.

This time, he no longer avoided the crucial sensitive areas. He struck wherever he sensed an opening, but after merely exchanging two moves with Meng Qing Jiao, he was sent flying again.

He said nothing, only got back to his feet and continued.

And so, he challenged her again and again, only to be defeated again and again.

Each time he was sent flying, Li Qi pointed out his shortcomings from the side. Xue Jing absorbed fighting knowledge like a sponge, gradually finding his rhythm.

It took Xue Jing one hour to go from being knocked away the instant they engaged, to lasting two moves, then ten.

It took him three hours to last twenty moves.

By the time the sky darkened and a crescent moon hung high overhead, Xue Jing could no longer hold on. After taking only two steps, his legs gave out, and he collapsed face-down onto the ground.

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