Only after he had practiced all those boxing styles and given vent to that intent did Lian Youming stand lost in thought for a long time.
"How incredible!"
That old man truly was extraordinary. He conveyed spirit through his fists, passing on not moves or fighting methods, but intent.
At that level, boxing served only as a vessel. Even if it had not been Military Boxing but something else, such as Baji Boxing, Taiji Fist, or Eagle Claw Kung Fu, it would have been all the same. There was no longer any distinction.
On the Martial Way, this man was no longer bound by fighting methods. With his peerless intent, every move possessed the wondrous power to turn the mundane into the miraculous, producing tremendous might.
Were fist and foot techniques, all those fighting methods, not simply expressions of a person's thoughts?
Yet people like them remained bound by those countless variations. The old man must have already broken through those shackles, free of all constraints, with only spirit and intent remaining.
As Lian Youming came back to himself, he looked around and only then belatedly realized that the old man had left.
But his expression remained unchanged. Since the man was Li Da's senior fellow disciple and Xu Tian's master, why worry about never seeing him again?
Lian Youming marveled, too. This intent was simply too important to him at present. It allowed him to comprehend a predecessor's intent, thereby strengthening, nourishing, and refining his spirit.
Like a flame passed from torch to torch, there would always be successors.
Lian Youming was that successor.
Provided he survived this battle.
Without the slightest delay, once his mind had steadied a little, he darted out of Three-Tiered Spring Falls.
With the battle date now approaching, all Lian Youming needed to do