When it came to unarmed martial arts, Chen Wu was strongest in Master Nanlei's Mingyi Fist Technique. The more he practiced it, the more exquisite he found it.
Yet the man opposite him seemed no less skilled with his hands than Chen Wu.
Every strike and withdrawal targeted Chen Wu's joints, pressing him step by step as though he desperately wanted to close in and wrestle him down face-to-face.
His techniques resembled both wrestling and grappling, with traces of fist techniques mixed in. His use of knees and elbows was especially ferocious.
In Chen Wu's eyes, this man's moves seemed like a hodgepodge, yet they were exceedingly practical. If not for Chen Wu's exquisite fist technique, an ordinary martial artist unfamiliar with this style would easily make mistakes.
Such a mishmash was not the style of Great Shun martial arts!
Great Shun martial arts generally drew a clear line between palm and fist techniques, matching them to corresponding internal arts in pursuit of maximum power.
Realization dawned on Chen Wu. This fellow definitely was not from Great Shun!
Then his awareness surged, sweeping straight over the other man's figure. At once, an image of him appeared in Chen Wu's mind.
Sure enough, the man had deep-set eye sockets and a pair of pale blue eyes.
A guess suddenly formed in Chen Wu's heart.
The only reason he had dared to come steal books in the middle of the night was because, over the past few days, he had noticed that the Great Shun court did not seem to value this Martial Canon as much as he had imagined. Security was extremely lax; the petty clerks at the entrance merely waited each day to clock in and clock out, utterly listless.
After discussing it with Wang Zhenyi, Chen Wu learned that