Ox Demon's Skin Training

Hong Yi had been prepared for this move. He reached out and deflected it, using the "Downward Thrusting Palm" of the Small Heavenly Dipper Grappling Hand to block Hong Xuejiao's leg. Yet when hand and leg met, it still felt as though he had been struck by an iron bar, leaving a dull ache. This mass of flesh swelled forcefully as it exerted all its strength. Hong Yi felt a tearing pain in his shoulder. Damn it, there's no time to block it. "Hong Yi, aren't you thinking of taking the civil examinations in the future, earning scholarly honors, then entering the Martial Hall in the army for further training? Fight a few battles at the frontier, earn military merits, and you'll be granted a title—then you can win your mother the status of a titled lady." Hong Yi was startled. At that critical instant, in the blink of an eye, he seemed to find once more that feeling of body and soul becoming one when he shot arrows. All the thoughts of his soul were concentrated upon his shoulder. The instant he gathered all his thoughts there, every tendon and muscle in his shoulder twisted together fiercely like braided steel wire, forming a single mass. Thud! Hong Yi fell to the ground, the impact making his entire body feel as if it were coming apart. Hong Yi took a punch to the chest, the pain nearly stopping his breath. "Hah!" "You can't block it." "Fist techniques are meant for drawing cold blades and throwing cold punches, striking with the speed of thunder before one can cover one's ears. If you don't guard yourself, who can you blame?" Hong Xuejiao still wore a smile. As she spoke, her foot lashed out again in an unexpected kick. The truly first-rate young