No Martial Virtue

"Hah!"

Jia Yanyong let out a loud shout.

With his fleshy, rugged face, he looked like a fierce and malevolent spirit.

He stomped his foot hard against the ground, charged toward Lin Zheyu, and swung his sandbag-sized fist directly at Lin Zheyu's face.

As he ran, Jia Yanyong had already envisioned the scene of him knocking Lin Zheyu to the ground with a single punch, scaring him into kneeling and begging for mercy.

Seeing this, Lin Zheyu seemed truly terrified.

He stood rooted to the spot, not moving an inch.

Jia Yanyong's speed was extremely fast, and in a split second, he arrived right in front of Lin Zheyu.

His fist whistled through the air as he swung it toward Lin Zheyu's head, his mind filled with the image of Lin Zheyu being flattened by the blow.

"Hm?"

Feeling no impact against his cheek, Jia Yanyong realized his punch had missed.

Lin Zheyu had twisted his waist, dodging to the left.

He whipped his right hand out, scattering a red powder he had prepared for a long time directly into Jia Yanyong's eyes.

As the powder flew, Lin Zheyu quickly retreated, though he still coughed a few times from the irritation of the chili powder.

He had been preparing this chili powder for over half a month, never having had the chance to use it.

He had assumed that even if he did use it, the target wouldn't be Jia Yanyong, yet unexpectedly, Jia Yanyong had walked right into it today.

"Ah!"

"Cough, cough... ah..."

Jia Yanyong felt a flash of red before his eyes; the spicy, stinging red powder plastered his entire face, and his eyes were immediately overcome by a sharp, intense pain.

Screams mixed with coughing echoed through the street.

"Ah, I'm going to kill you! I'll kill you!"

Jia Yanyong roared in fury.

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

A burning sensation accompanied by excruciating pain radiated from his eyes; Jia Yanyong felt as if he were going blind, his heart filled with both rage and terror.

He dared not imagine what his life would become if he were to lose his sight.

With his eyes closed, he swung his fists wildly, striking at the empty air.

Lin Zheyu lunged forward, delivering a Bull Charge that slammed into Jia Yanyong's chest, forcing him to stumble back several steps.

It had to be said, the chili powder was truly effective.

Jia Yanyong's strength was formidable; if they had fought for real, Lin Zheyu might not have been his match.

Having landed the blow, Lin Zheyu pressed his advantage.

He unleashed a set of Bull Fist techniques, and Jia Yanyong, having lost his vision, could only swing his arms aimlessly, unable to land a single hit on Lin Zheyu before being easily knocked to the ground.

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

"Go wash your eyes out quickly; you might still be able to save them."

Lin Zheyu said, looking down at the tear-streaked Jia Yanyong.

More and more onlookers were gathering, so he didn't continue the assault.

If it weren't for the fact that they were in the Inner City with many passersby, Lin Zheyu would have long since dealt a lethal blow to finish this guy off.

He walked past Jia Yanyong and headed toward his home as if nothing had happened.

Moonlight cascaded like a waterfall, spilling over the courtyard.

After changing into a training outfit, he arrived at Liang Song's courtyard.

The two stood still in the center of the yard.

Lin Zheyu assumed an offensive stance, while Liang Song stood with his hands behind his back, a faint smile on his face, looking exactly like a legendary master.

"Use all your skills and attack me."

"Master, please forgive my offense."

Lin Zheyu said.

His calf muscles exploded with power, and his figure shot toward Liang Song like a sharp arrow.

Bull Fist emphasized brute force, and as the technique was unleashed, it was filled with an unstoppable, forward-charging momentum.

At this moment, the strength from his thighs, linked by his waist, gathered the power of his entire body and poured it into his fists.

Bull Fist first form: Bull Charge!

This move involved throwing both fists out simultaneously, one straightforward and one unorthodox.

The frontal punch carried unparalleled momentum, striking directly at the face and forcing the opponent to focus all their energy on defense.

The other punch aimed straight for the abdomen, catching the opponent off guard when they least expected it.

These two fists could switch roles in an instant; if the opponent focused their energy on defending against the strike to the abdomen, the frontal punch would immediately transform into a lethal blow.

It would crack their head open like a melon!

Bang!

Liang Song extended both hands, grabbing Lin Zheyu's wrists, one high and one low.

He tilted his body slightly and exerted a sudden, violent force with his arms, using Lin Zheyu's own momentum to yank him forward, instantly causing Lin Zheyu to lose his center of gravity.

Lin Zheyu's footing became unstable, and he stumbled forward a few steps; he realized something was wrong, but it was already too late.

Bang—

A sharp, intense pain erupted in his abdomen, and Lin Zheyu was sent flying backward.

Under the moonlight, Liang Song patted his lame leg and stood firm once again.

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

Lin Zheyu stood up and rubbed his abdomen, where a burning sensation radiated outward.

It really hurt.

Even at his age, his master's strength remained formidable.

"Only by hitting hard will you remember the lesson deeply."

"Real combat is about turning a disadvantage into an advantage, and using strength to strike weakness."

"Your attack just now was very powerful, while the force I used was less than half of yours; relatively speaking, I was at a disadvantage."

"But by using certain techniques, I was able to borrow your force to strike back, adding a bit of my own to your momentum and causing you to lose your balance."

"Your own formidable strength suddenly became your weakness, and by seizing the opportunity to attack then, I turned it into using strength against weakness."

"When you encounter a situation like this, you must..."

Liang Song explained meticulously, teaching Lin Zheyu various techniques and countermeasures for real combat.

After the explanation, Liang Song personally demonstrated the moves for Lin Zheyu in slow motion.

"Come again, launch your attack just like before, and then counter using the method I taught you."

After the demonstration, Liang Song signaled for Lin Zheyu to continue the assault.

Lin Zheyu recalled what he had just learned, gaining a deeper understanding of his master's teachings.

His eyes turned resolute, and his figure shot toward Liang Song.

Bang, bang, bang—

This time, Lin Zheyu and Liang Song exchanged blows for several rounds.

Bang—

Without any surprise, Lin Zheyu was kicked flying again.

"Master, you're cheating! You didn't say this move had such a flaw just now." Lin Zheyu rubbed his stomach as he stood up.

The counter-move Liang Song had just taught him was easily dismantled by Liang Song himself using a different method.

"You need to be flexible in your thinking."

"Martial arts moves are static, but people are dynamic."

"In battle, no one uses martial arts moves rigidly; you must make flexible responses when facing different situations."

Liang Song lectured, once again pointing out the shortcomings in Lin Zheyu's performance.

"Come again!"

Bang—

"Come again!"

Bang—

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

Liang Song seemed to have a penchant for kicking people; he was either kicking Lin Zheyu in the stomach, the backside, or the chest.

"No more, I'm done."

Lin Zheyu winced, a burning pain radiating across his face.

Liang Song had just kicked him in the face!

That was completely lacking in martial virtue—you don't hit a man in the face!

"Hiss--"

"Master, you've gone too far. Kicking me is one thing, but you actually kicked me in the face."

Lin Zheyu gasped, speaking with indignation.

He hated it most when people hit him in the face, but he couldn't beat the man in front of him...

"Hmph, so what if I hit your face? Am I, your master, not allowed to?"

Liang Song said indifferently, though he felt a bit sheepish inside.

He really hadn't held back his strength just now.

Lin Zheyu's aptitude for learning was incredibly strong, and his ability to draw inferences was lightning fast. In a moment of carelessness, he had almost been struck in the abdomen by Lin Zheyu.

In his haste, Liang Song had instinctively kicked out with his right foot, striking Lin Zheyu's face and sending him flying.

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

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

Lin Zheyu pried open the stopper and sniffed; the thick scent of medicinal herbs permeated his nostrils.

"Many thanks, Master."

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

"Understood, I will definitely come early."

Lin Zheyu replied, a hint of anticipation rising in his heart.