Six Forms (I)

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Six Styles?

Mu Fan wanted to ask a question, but he was shocked to find that he couldn't make a sound at all under Mo Handa's single palm control.

Apart from still being conscious, I seemed to have lost all my strength.

"Don't resist, close your eyes, and feel what you want to see in your mind; it will all appear in the deepest part of your mind."

The weathered voice that came through brought a strange sense of peace.

Mu Fan closed his eyes and looked at the boy kneeling on the ground under his palm. A strange sense of relief flashed in Mo Handa's deep eyes.

And so that wisp of green gradually closed up.

A deep, ethereal, starlight-like green energy surged from his body, gradually traveling along his arm to his metal-covered palm, and then flowing into Mu Fan's mind.

In Mu Fan's mind, everything before him was no longer the scene at Training Base No. 341.

The setting sun was like blood, and the wind rustled through the withered branches and leaves.

In a desolate wasteland, a black figure stood before him.

Pure black; apart from the outline of the limbs indicating that it is a human, there is no unusual color in the facial features or other details.

It appears that pure blackness formed a humanoid creature.

Suddenly, that familiar hoarse, weathered voice rang out from all around, still in a faint tone. Mu Fan immediately recognized it as the voice of the Fighter Instructor, but when he looked around, he still saw the same desolate scene.

Mo Handa continued speaking, completely ignoring Mu Fan's actions:

"The Six Styles are derived from unarmed Geshā on the battlefield. They are also physical techniques that transcend the limits of the body. They cannot be learned by anyone but those with great perseverance and those who are extraordinary. The essence of the Six Styles lies in exploring the limits of the body and then using the power of psionic energy to truly surpass those limits! The Six Styles are not a fixed move, but six different combat methods. Their derivative techniques need to be comprehended by oneself."

Psionic energy?

When Mu Fan heard this word again, the shadowy figure seemed to be a way of passing on knowledge from Instructor Mo, merely demonstrating and explaining without providing any answers.

Psionic energy is the energy of the Dark Breath!

"First technique, Soft Body. 176 psionic energy lines are used to combine and control localized parts of the body's bones and muscles, dissipating one's own force, enabling instantaneous joint displacement and enhanced muscle elasticity. This amplifies perception, allowing one to dodge attacks directed at oneself based on the opponent's airflow, and to launch unique, flexible counterattacks."

The shadowy figure trembled and instantly split into a second shadowy figure.

Two dark figures stood five meters apart, assuming an attack stance.

One of them rubbed his body forward, his hands and feet creating countless afterimages.

But at this moment, Mu Fan saw that the black shadow that was being hit was like a light feather. Just as the air currents from the punches and kicks were about to hit the arm, the arm suddenly twisted in a strange, boneless way.

The opponent's punch just missed me by two or three centimeters.

A kick swept across, and his upper body suddenly went limp to the side like putty, the instep of his foot grazing his body.

At that moment, the attacker suddenly pulled out a long stick and slammed it down.

This unexpected blow was aimed at the elbow joint; if it had landed on the elbow, it would have broken.

However, the scene of the two fighting was as if it were engraved in his mind. Mu Fan not only clearly felt the energy flow in his elbow, but also felt the muscles and bones trembling and stretching to both sides on their own.

At this moment, the two bones of the arm—the humerus and radius—separate on their own, leaving only flexible fascia, muscles, and faint green energy to sustain everything.

Bang!

It hit.

The stick struck a joint squarely, but there was no sound of bones breaking.

The joint that had already separated bore the blow, right next to the muscles and skin, as if it had hit a rubber target and bounced back instantly.

That's it?

"Derivative Technique, Supple Body·Flip Chain Hammer!"

The arm, as soft as a whip, suddenly twitched, producing a loud bang before returning to its original state, and even grabbed the withdrawn weapon.

Using the force of the opponent's retreat, the body twisted 360 degrees around the arm, and the person did a lightning-fast forward somersault with both legs spread apart, like two heavy hammers slamming down.

The attacking shadowy figure was struck directly on the head by two consecutive heavy slashes, exploding into a cloud of black mist.

After dissipating, the attacked shadowy figure's arms trembled, and its entire body emitted popping sounds like popping beans.

Mu Fan could clearly sense that the other party had returned to normal.

The scene he just witnessed left him speechless. How could he possibly achieve such flexibility, almost like his body had turned into gel?!

As if sensing Mu Fan's thoughts, Mo Handa's voice echoed around them once again.

"Flexibility, training movements, imprinting."

A sharp pain shot through my head, and deep within my mind, I instantly felt countless circuit diagrams moving on their own, as if they were alive.

This is about how to use the supple body, and countless images appear.

Mu Fan closed his eyes for more than ten minutes before opening them again. He had practiced countless training movements, all of which were now etched into his mind.

The shadowy figure didn't give Mu Fan a chance to hesitate, but instead created another shadowy figure.

The same scene is presented in contrast.

Mo Handa's voice rang out again. "Second move, severance. 212 psionic lines."

"Utilizing the powerful sensory capabilities of psionic energy, analyze the opponent's next attack route during the initial phase of their attack, accumulate power, and then attack the opponent's weaknesses and vulnerabilities the instant they strike, thus countering their attack. Characteristic: Unannounced attack."

The attacker, now wielding a military knife, slashed downwards with great force. The opponent remained unresponsive halfway through the attack. However, just as the blade had passed its mark, the defender suddenly stepped forward diagonally and swiftly pecked forward with his right hand.

Mu Fan clearly saw a dent appear on the wrist of the other person who was using the military knife to exert force, and then the military knife fell limply to the ground.

The two dark figures returned to normal, and the attacker delivered a flying side kick without warning.

However, the defender swiftly followed up with an upward kick, striking the opponent's left leg, which was suspended in mid-air, before the defender could react.

Bang! The attacking figure was swept away by a kick.

After the attacking shadow returned to its position, it split into three and suddenly attacked from three angles with different moves.

"Derivative Technique, Severance·Three Revolutions Chaos!"

The defensive shadowy figure transformed into three, launching a sudden attack from three angles before retreating.

The three figures dissipated after collapsing.

Mu Fan watched with rapt attention. He had only used his speed to launch three attacks while defending against the shadowy figure, but all of them broke the opponent's joints. Moreover, due to the reaction force, each attack caused double the damage.

"Cut off, train the movement, imprint."

Another wave of pain hit him. Mu Fan closed his eyes for ten minutes. After the first wave of pain, his processing speed improved slightly.

Mu Fan opened his eyes and muttered to himself, "An attack that doesn't require thought... Can millions of attacks be converted into instinct?"

Feeling this pure utilization of the body, Mu Fan gazed at the sky, feeling awe at the figure of the Fighter Instructor in his heart.

A true martial artist expands their power to an infinite existence.

It turns out that what I used to think was the limit was not the limit at all!

"Please explain the next move, instructor," Mu Fan shouted, his eyes brimming with fighting spirit.

The voice remained unhurried and spoke according to its own rhythm:

"Third move, dash step. 84 psionic energy paths."

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