嫩草影院入口 一二三

Ye Lingchen was unable to comprehend what it meant for the entire world to practice martial arts. Although a martial artist was strong and martial arts were increasingly easier to practice, it was still extremely difficult to reach the top as an expert. Moreover, they had firearms that ordinary martial artists were unable to escape from. Why then would they choose martial arts?

Why did they revert to the path of martial arts?

However, Ye Lingchen had also noticed another thing. Although it was able to upgrade his skills...it was not the best!

For example, Ye Lingchen\'s Eight Extremities Brute Training was already upgraded to the advanced level. However, did it mean that Eight Extremities Brute Training was the best endurance training martial arts out there? Obviously not!

It seems he had made an erroneous assumption earlier. Ye Lingchen rearranged his thoughts.

Be it Eight Extremities Fist, Arhat\'s Fist, or Obstacle Course, these skills were fundamental in nature. If Ye Lingchen did not upgrade them, then their level would be incomparable to Mo family\'s Heart Destruction Palm and Huo Shan\'s Soaring Wind Kick.

If they were sorted by levels, Eight Extremities Fist would be considered a fundamental technique while Heart Destruction Palm was considered a first-rate technique. Their difference in strength was obvious.

If Ye Lingchen had learned Heart Destruction Palm and had the system upgrade it, then the resulting technique would surpass Eight Extremities Brute Training!

Take another example. If Ye Lingchen learned Soaring Wind Kick and had the system upgrade it, then his Levity would be far beyond that of Parkour.

That discovery left Ye Lingchen with mixed feelings of excitement and bitterness.

He was excited about being able to learn some powerful techniques that might one day be upgraded into some amazing godly technique. Meanwhile, his bitterness was due to the large amount of popularity points that he had wasted on the three fundamental techniques. It felt so wasteful.

Of course, he was just making a simple retort. If not for those fundamental techniques, Ye Lingchen would not have become a martial artist, much less finding powerful martial art techniques.

That would also explain why Huo Shan was able to achieve the half-step Innate Stage. Apart from his talent, the technique that was practiced also played a role. If one practiced some trashy techniques, it would be a miracle if they could produce Inner Force from their practice. The starting point was just too far apart.

It seemed that he would need to collect more martial art techniques.

Ye Lingchen could not help but lock his sights on the Mo family once more. Since the Mo family wanted him dead, then he would not feel any guilt for plotting against them.

Right then, the winds stopped. The entire park turned eerily quiet. Even the white noise of bugs and birds seem to have vanished. A strange oppressive feeling befell them.

\'He\'s here!\'

The slightly more experienced martial artists felt their hearts skip a beat. Although the vicinity did not change much, they felt a strange fear creeping into their hearts.

Su Tianhong and the other masters of the four great families had a sudden change in their expression. A hint of fear flashed in their eyes.

Innate Stage martial artists were able to utilize their innate spiritual energy. Just their aura alone was enough to affect their surroundings.

The next moment, a figure appeared in the distance. That figure was walking in the dark, only appearing as a silhouette. There should be quite some distance between them, yet he was only walking. At the same time, it looked as though he was quite near as he was already much closer to them in just a few breaths.

"It\'s the master! The master is here!"

Those from the Mo family were shouting excitedly. When they looked at the figure, their eyes were filled with fanaticism, and knelt on the ground as though on a pilgrimage.

"M-m-master Mo, Innate Stage martial artist, Mo Tianqi!"

In an instant, all those present focused their attention on the man in black clothing.

By then, everyone was finally able to see him. The man had deep eye sockets and chiseled features. His black hair was mixed in with some strands of grey. He seemed to be a middle-aged man in his forties.

It was fine for those that have never met Mo Tianqi before. Meanwhile, the masters of the four great families had a shocked expression.

"W-w-white hair turning black?!" Su Tianhong stuttered as his eyes almost popped out of their sockets. The sight seemed to have shaken him quite badly.

Ye Lingchen similarly focused his gaze. Mo Tianqi rose to power at a young age and has assumed the role of Mo family\'s master for twenty years. He should be older than Huo Shan, being somewhere in his seventies or eighties. Nevertheless, he seemed filled with vigor at the moment with barely any grey hair on his head!

"According to the rumors, achieving the Innate Stage would allow one to surpass the limits of the body, revitalizing the body. Once the cultivation reached a certain height, one would be able to retain youth despite old age. I didn\'t expect it to be true!" Master Chen exclaimed in astonishment. At the same time, he looked to Ye Lingchen with worry in his eyes.

\'This is the real Innate Stage martial artist!\'

The crowd felt suffocated as the oppressive aura fell upon them, making it difficult for them to breathe.

"I\'ve just only stepped into the Innate Stage and was just looking for a sacrifice to try out my powers!"

Mo Tianqi stated those words calmly, yet they struck at the crowd\'s eardrums as though a temple bell was struck.

Just as he finished his statement, Mo Tianqi was already standing less than 10 meters away from Ye Lingchen. He did not even bother to take a glance at the dead Huo Shan. He stared calmly at Ye Lingchen with a condescending gaze.

"You\'re Miracle Doctor Y? You seem to be quite capable. As long as you ingest the heart corroding pill and be a slave to our Mo family, I can spare your life!"

He gave off the aura of absolute control with his domineering and condescending tone.

The mention of the heart corroding pill caused quite a few faces to turn in the crowd, bringing out the fear in them. Once ingested, one must take the antidote at fixed intervals or suffer the feeling of their heart being corroded away. It was an infamous pill.

"You dare come before me?"

"What did you say?" Mo Tianqi\'s smile froze.

"If you knelt and kowtow to me the moment you arrived, I could still consider letting your Mo family live," Ye Lingchen stated calmly as he sat on the park bench, playing with the stick in his hand.

"You\'re courting death!" Before Mo Tianqi could respond, the other martial artists from the Mo family were already shouting.

"Miracle Doctor Y!"

Mo Tianqi\'s expression darkened, stating coldly, "You can stand here and speak because I didn\'t want to kill you. If I wanted to, you would\'ve died a hundred times over! What are you? How dare you speak to me that way?!"

"You people from the Mo family are really trying to outdo each other\'s insolence. If that\'s the case, there\'s no point to your existence," Ye Lingchen sighed while shaking his head as though he was forced.

"Pfft!"

Mo Tianqi laughed indignantly, looking at him as though he was mentally challenged. "You\'re just a regular person. How would you understand the powers of an Innate Stage martial artist? I\'ll be using you to make a name for myself today!"

"Master Mo, if you\'re trying to kill Miracle Doctor Y, you\'ll have to go through our four great families!" Su Tianhong exclaimed, unable to hold back any longer. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. They were unwilling to watch Ye Lingchen die just like that.

"Are your four great families even worth speaking of?" Mo Tianqi sent a wave of Qi force at Su Tianhong with a simple flick.

They did not see him utilizing his inner force. It was just like a regular person waving his sleeve. However, it was like a thunderstorm. That little bit of Qi force was far stronger and faster than a bullet. Su Tianhong screamed in surprise. He did not even dare to resist, dropping down into a roll pitifully and only managed to barely avoid that blast of power.