Soft and Flabby Fist Techniques?

Bang!

Lin Chuan's door was violently kicked open, smashing hard against the wall. Three not-so-tall figures strode in and immediately saw Lin Chuan sitting by the bed, watching the entrance as if he had been specifically waiting for their arrival.

Even though he had seen Lin Chuan's true face, with his white hair and white eyes, last time, the leading child was still startled this time. Those white eyes, with bulging veins, were coldly staring at him. He had the illusion of being instantly seen through, scaring him so much that he almost turned and ran.

The next moment, he remembered that his brother, who had already reached the third level of Qi Refining, was by his side. This stopped him from fleeing. He then glared fiercely at Lin Chuan and said loudly, "Brother, this monster from last time, using some kind of sorcery, exhausted all four of us and almost killed us. Brother, you must avenge me!"

"Yes, today is your death day. If it weren't for Lin Li's brother cultivating in seclusion these past few days, we would have already killed you. You should feel lucky to have lived a few more days!" another child, seeing Lin Li speak, immediately glared venomously at Lin Chuan and cursed.

"Hmph, just a brat picked up from outside. If he dies, he dies. No one will care. He actually dared to lay hands on my brother. Today, I'll let you know how powerful I, Lin Qin, am!" the boy, about ten years old, said, looking at Lin Chuan as if he were an ant he could crush at any moment.

Even though he found Lin Chuan's eyes strange, and even felt a sense of being seen through, so what? He didn't feel the slightest trace of spiritual energy from Lin Chuan. This meant Lin Chuan hadn't successfully cultivated and couldn't even be considered a cultivator. Lin Qin could kill ten such mortals effortlessly.

"You little thing, today I'll let you know who you can and cannot provoke," the child named Lin Li said gleefully, as if he could already see Lin Chuan defeated and begging for mercy at his brother's feet.

Lin Chuan sat by the bed, not saying a word, just silently watching the three of them show off in front of him.

When the three stopped talking and were about to fight, Lin Chuan slowly stood up, spread his hands, and assumed the starting posture of Gentle Fist, saying softly, "Perhaps, it will be you who falls!"

"Hmph, arrogant!" Lin Qin snorted coldly. The spiritual energy in his body immediately surged from his dantian, circulating through the meridians. After just one cycle, his strength reached twice that of an ordinary adult. He then lunged forward, punching Lin Chuan's chest.

The corner of Lin Chuan's mouth curved slightly. All of the opponent's movements, including the circulation of spiritual energy, had not escaped his Byakugan. He could clearly see the spiritual energy flowing in Lin Qin's meridians and the immense power generated by that spiritual energy integrating into his body through his arm.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle!

Purple chakra flowed over Lin Chuan's hands, emitting a faint sizzling sound. The two exchanged blows like lightning.

Slap!

Lin Chuan's palm struck the opponent's arm. In just an instant of contact, he injected chakra into Lin Qin's body. He then retreated, dissipating the immense force from Lin Qin's arm before closing in again.

"Hmm?" Lin Qin frowned slightly. As soon as his arm touched the white-haired youth's palm, it went slightly numb, but he didn't feel much and didn't pay it any mind. Moreover, Lin Chuan's Gentle Fist didn't rely on strength to win, so in Lin Qin's eyes, Lin Chuan's boxing style posed no threat at all.

"Hmph, you think you can hurt me with soft punches? You're too naive!" Lin Qin snorted coldly and stopped defending against Lin Chuan's punches, unleashing his full power to attack Lin Chuan.

"Eh, these soft punches, they look like mere showmanship. To think you could win against my brother with such a style is a fool's dream!" Lin Li said with utter contempt.

"Did some girl teach you this dance-like boxing? Hahaha, so soft, like a woman. And you dare to show it off and embarrass yourself! I'm dying of laughter! Hahaha!" another child, seeing Lin Chuan like this, sneered and shouted.

At this moment, Lin Chuan was dodging Lin Qin's ferocious attacks, and the punches that landed on Lin Qin looked completely soft and weak, showing no trace of offensive power.

However, Lin Chuan fought with increasing vigor, his eyes gradually brightening. Practicing Gentle Fist alone, there were always many shortcomings he couldn't discover. Fighting with Lin Qin now allowed him to identify many problems in his boxing style.

Perhaps at the beginning, Lin Chuan had to expend some effort to deal with Lin Qin, but by this point, with the cooperation of his Byakugan, Lin Qin's attacks were completely exposed. Often, before Lin Qin could even make a move, Lin Chuan could judge the power of the punch based on his spiritual energy consumption. With a slight twitch of his muscles, Lin Chuan would know where the punch would land.

Furthermore, because Lin Qin believed Lin Chuan's Gentle Fist lacked power and posed no threat, he didn't deliberately defend. Instead, he focused most of his energy on how to defeat Lin Chuan. Therefore, every time Lin Chuan's fist landed on Lin Qin, a small amount of chakra was injected into his body.

If Lin Chuan hadn't wanted to fight this hard-won sparring partner for a while longer, thus reducing his chakra output, Lin Qin would have been seriously injured by Lin Chuan long ago.

This was the terrifying nature of Gentle Fist: it was silent and imperceptible, but by the time one realized the problem, it was already too late.

As the fight progressed, Lin Qin also frowned slightly. No matter how he attacked, he couldn't hit the opponent. Either he was directly dodged, or the force of those soft, strange punches dissipated the power, failing to injure Lin Chuan.

Instead, he himself felt a strange sense of crisis. Yet, he had checked the places Lin Chuan's fists had struck more than once. Those areas had no wounds, not even a hint of pain.

He had also realized something was wrong. How could a brat with no spiritual energy fight him for so long without being at a disadvantage? He could easily defeat three or four adults attacking him simultaneously. Yet, this child, who was younger than him, had been bouncing around under his punches until now. And those strange white eyes always gave him a chilling sense of being seen through.

Not long after, Lin Chuan felt that he had used about one-third of his chakra, and Lin Qin had also become ineffective as a sparring partner for his Gentle Fist. "It's time to end this!"

"Gentle Fist!"

With a low shout from Lin Chuan, his hands struck out like lightning, landing on Lin Qin's chest. Chakra immediately surged into the opponent's body through his hands, along with the previously injected chakra, directly sending Lin Qin flying.

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, the flying Lin Qin felt everything within him in terror. He didn't know when his meridians and internal organs had been severely damaged. Yet, what he found unbelievable was that there wasn't a single external wound on his body from beginning to end.