"There should also be a bonus for Nameless Fist Technique!"
Mo Yun was thinking while starting to practice Nameless Fist Technique.
The punch rises, the punch falls.
The moves of Nameless Fist Technique are more concise than those of Tiger-Crouching Fist, there are not so many complicated power nodes, and there are not so many subtle moves changes.
It is like a piece of uncarved jade, rough and simple, but it has a natural power.
After several times, Mo Yun showed a true smile on his face.
As he expected, North Mountain also has a bonus to Nameless Fist Technique.
The echo between the invisible pressure and the punches still exists, and the increase in Blood Qi's operating speed is basically the same.
"The efficiency improvement is more than 20%, which is almost the same as Tiger-Crouching Fist."
Mo Yun grinned, his eyes full of expectation.
"In this way, as long as you insist on practicing boxing at North Mountain every day, you can shorten the breakthrough time of Nameless Fist Technique."
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the right path.
After returning from Blackstone Stronghold, his desire to improve his strength has become more urgent than ever.
Although the Corpse Charm failed to threaten him, it made him realize one thing clearly -
In this world where Demon exists, if you are not strong enough, you may die at any time.
Only by improving your strength as soon as possible can you survive in this dangerous world.
"The future is promising!"
Mo Yun grinned, took a deep breath, and continued to practice boxing.
The moonlight is like water, and its cold light shines on the open space at the feet of North Mountain, making his dancing figure grow longer and shorter.
The wind of the fist roared, causing the gravel on the ground to rustle. Sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped on the stones, leaving dark marks.
He moves one move at a time, neither impatient nor impetuous. He hits every punch to the end of his strength and performs every movement to perfection.
At the foot of the mountain with only the sound of wind and insects, Mo Yun forgot time and everything, and was completely immersed in Fist Technique.
That feeling is amazing.
It was as if there was only him and his fist left between heaven and earth, and nothing else existed.
What he didn't notice was that in the darkness, a pair of old and cloudy eyes were looking at him, dazed.
Those eyes were hidden in a dense pine forest halfway up the mountain. Covered by the night and tree shadows, they almost blended into the darkness.
The owner of the eyes is an old man.
He was wearing a simple gray robe, with white beard and hair, a thin face, and a slightly stooped figure. He looked like an ordinary country old man.
But his eyes were anything but ordinary.
In the turbidity, there is a faint light shining as deep as the stars, as if it can see through all the illusions in the world.
At this moment, those eyes were staring unblinkingly at the sweaty figure at the foot of the mountain, their eyes full of surprise and disbelief.
"This little guy is practicing the test Fist Technique that I created three months ago?"
The old man's brows wrinkled slightly, as if he was remembering something.
"No... not exactly."
He looked at it for a while longer, and his cloudy eyes gradually brightened.
"There are some differences. This one seems to have completely complemented and even extended the set of Fist Technique?"
"No wonder I think this Fist Technique looks familiar, but I can't tell what's wrong..."
The old man's eyes became more focused.
He carefully studied every movement of Mo Yun, every point of exertion, and every breathing rhythm.
The more he looked, the more astonished the look in his eyes became.
"Fist Technique is exactly the same as Tiger-Crouching Fist, but there are fundamental differences.
"Tiger-Crouching Fist focuses on power, using force to overwhelm others, and using strength to overcome skill. However, this set of Fist Technique... emphasizes the foundation and the tempering of Physique."
"It's interesting. It seems to be easier to practice, but its power is not much weaker. On the contrary, it is more refined and pure in some aspects."
He has lived for so many years and has seen countless so-called Martial Dao geniuses.
But it was the first time he had seen someone who could practice a set of test Fist Technique that he created at random to this point, and could draw inferences from one example to improve it.
You know, that set of Fist Technique was originally made casually and could only be used to test Comprehension. Basically, no one would actually use it to practice Martial Arts seriously.
But the little guy in front of me not only practiced it, but also perfected it. Such a talent of Martial Arts is a bit scary!
The old man stroked his gray beard, a complicated look flashed in his eyes.
"Genius, genius, I didn't expect there to be such a Martial Arts genius in this world!"
He muttered to himself, his voice low enough that only he could hear it.
"How old is this little guy now? Fifteen or sixteen years old?"
"Given time, he may be able to reach the height that I will never be able to reach in my entire life..."
Speaking of this, the old man's voice trembled slightly.
It was a mixture of envy, anticipation and bitterness.
He walked on this Martial Dao for too long, and when he reached the end, he saw the wall. He tried all the methods, but he was still unable to take another step forward.
But now, in a young man, he saw the possibility of crossing that wall.
"That's all. This little guy's strength is still weak. He still has a long way to go before he can fully grow up. Let's see."
The old man took a deep look at Mo Yun, as if he wanted to engrave this figure firmly in his mind.
"A genius who can truly grow up is a genius. A genius who dies young is just a stepping stone for other geniuses."
Immediately, he withdrew his gaze, turned around, and left quietly.
His gray robe was fluttering gently in the night wind, but he didn't make any sound, as if he was a part of this mountain forest.
The moonlight shone on the place where he stood just now, and only a few bent pine needles slowly bounced back to their original shape.
Everything was gone without a trace, as if nothing had happened.