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Chapter 531 Rhyme

This time, Xiang Nan and Bai Wuya finally exchanged blows. The two of them were the same as the previous floor, fighting in different styles.

Thirty to forty rounds later, Xiang Nan used a side kick to kick Bai Wuya away.

"You win." Bai Wuya smiled and walked back to his original position.

"This works? Then I can do it too!" An unconvinced martial artist walked towards Bai Wuya and said, "This junior also wants to learn two moves."

"Didn't you just ignore everything and start fighting? If you hit me, I'll fight back. If you don't hit me, I won't make wild guesses."

"Please." Bai Wuya smiled at the martial artist and extended his right hand.

"If you don't move, don't even try to trick me into moving!" The martial artist stared at Bai Wuya.

Bai Wuya smiled, "If you don't move, I'll move."

As he spoke, Bai Wuya threw a punch at the martial artist.

The martial artist was overjoyed and said, "If you punch me, I'll punch you!"

As he spoke, the martial artist directly kicked out, attempting to kick Bai Wuya's arm away with his foot.

But in reality, Bai Wuya didn't punch at all! He only shook his shoulder, allowing the martial artist to judge that Bai Wuya was about to punch.

The truth was that Bai Wuya used his right hand to grab the kicking wrist of the martial artist and casually tossed it. The martial artist was thrown half a meter away, and Peng Yi fell backwards.

"Ah?" The martial artist jumped up and shouted, "How could that be? Didn't you hit me with your fist just now?"

"That's what you think." Bai Wuya smiled, "Potential is not deceiving people with fake actions. Take your time to comprehend it."

Bai Wuya looked at Xiang Nan and said, "You can already see through the disturbance of the'momentum 'and make more accurate judgments. However, learning the momentum is not a one-day and one-night thing. After you leave, you need to practice more."

Understanding, seeing through, and learning are two different things, and learning is also different from learning essence.

"Thank you for your guidance, Senior." Xiang Nan felt that he had benefited greatly. He bowed to Bai Wuya and stepped onto the eleventh floor.

"Brother, can you also use'momentum 'to influence us now? This technique is too frightening. It can make people judge wrongly." Yuan Meng thought of what had happened just now, and he still felt that it was unbelievable.

Xiang Nan shook his head. "I know how to release the momentum, but it's only the beginning. I still need a lot of practical combat skills to strengthen it."

As he spoke, Xiang Nan extended his right hand to Yuan Meng and said, "Big Brother Yuan Meng."

"Huh?" Yuan Meng felt strange in his heart. He didn't know why Xiang Nan suddenly shook hands with him, but he also handed over his right hand.

In the end, Xiang Nan and Meng Die both laughed. Looking at themselves again, they could only stretch out their hands. Xiang Nan did not move at all.

"Cough, ha, this" Yuan Meng suddenly felt embarrassed. He hurriedly withdrew his hand and pretended to scratch his head. "His head is itchy, just scratching."

"I'm still very basic. I can only deceive people with simple actions. I can't make the enemy feel like they're facing a great enemy." Xiang Nan said.

On the eleventh floor, there was also Bai Wuya, but the situation here was a little different.

There was a small wooden table in the middle of the arena, and Bai Wuya was sitting behind the wooden table, calmly writing.

The walls around this floor were filled with calligraphy calligraphy posters.

Some of those words were dragon-flying and phoenix-dancing, and some of them were full-blown, soft and rigid. The style of the words on the wall was different.

"Good word." Xiang Nan admired the calligraphy and couldn't help but praise, "Senior White's writing has already had the style of a great family."

"Haha, when you're bored, play with it. You can't go up on the stage." Bai Wuya put down his brush and stood up with a smile.

"Senior, please!" Xiang Nan said.

"Please!" Bai Wuya walked out of the wooden table and faced Xiang Nan.

After the two saluted each other, they quickly clashed.

At the beginning, Xiang Nan felt confident and fought back and forth with Bai Wuya.

But after three or four moves, Xiang Nan began to feel that something was wrong. The more he fought, the more awkward he felt.

He always felt that in front of Bai Wuya, his moves were like a child living in a family, very childish and too vulgar.

Peng!

Bai Wuya kicked Xiang Nan back and smiled, "Again."

Xiang Nan gritted his teeth and rushed forward to continue fighting. However, after two or three moves, Xiang Nan became increasingly unconfident. No matter how he fought, he felt that his opponent's moves were a thousand times more exquisite than his own!

However, in reality, Bai Wuya's moves were ordinary, and there weren't any profound changes in them.

This feeling made Xiang Nan feel extremely awkward! He felt that his punch was wrong, and his kick was wrong.

Peng!

Bai Wuya punched Xiang Nan back a few steps, causing his shoulders to turn sour.

"How could this be?" Xiang Nan's eyes revealed an inexplicable shock. This shock was not because he was afraid of Bai Wuya, but because he felt that everything he had learned in his life was in vain.

"How do you feel?" Bai Wuya asked with a smile.

Xiang Nan said, "I feel like a child who has just learned how to write, showing off in front of a calligraphy master."

"This is called'rhyme '." Bai Wuya put his hands behind his back and said, "Calligraphy is an action. Battle is also an action. Calligraphy can be concealed in it, and battle moves can be used in the same way."

As he spoke, Bai Wuya walked towards the wall. There were two long white papers hanging there.

Bai Wuya waved his ink pen and drew a descending tiger on the first piece of white paper. This tiger flower was vivid and even looked like it was real.

"It seems!" Everyone clapped their hands and applauded.

Bai Wuya smiled. Then, he drew on the second piece of white paper. He also drew a fierce tiger descending the mountain. However, the tiger's strokes were very simple, and its lines were much more concise. The amount of ink used was only one-third of that of the first painting at most.

However, after this brief tiger appeared, everyone's expressions changed.

This simple fierce tiger actually carried a kind of tiger's might! It was as if the ferocious tiger was about to pounce down and bite everyone at any moment.

Compared to the first painting, which looked more like a ferocious tiger, everyone felt that this first painting was too boring.

Bai Wuya turned to Xiang Nan and smiled, "Which painting do you think is better?"

Xiang Nan pointed at the second painting and said, "This."

Bai Wuya smiled and asked, "Why? The first painting was obviously more serious and more similar."

Xiang Nan said thoughtfully, "Although the first painting is similar, it has no spirituality. Although the second painting is simpler, it already outlines the charm of a fierce tiger."

"Ah! I understand!"

"Understood? Come, let's fight again." Bai Wuya waved his hand.

Xiang Nan's face turned red with excitement. He only felt that his trip to the Martial Tower had yielded quite a lot, allowing his understanding of the word "Martial" to rise to a new level.

In this way, Xiang Nan and Bai Wuya only fought for a dozen moves before losing the battle.

"Senior, what should I do to make my moves have charm?" Xiang Nan humbly asked for advice.

Then Bai Wuya said, "Why is it that even if a person imitates the brush and ink of a calligraphy master, even if they imitate exactly the same brush and ink, they are not as precious as the real original works?"