Chapter Twelve: Willow-Shape Fist

  The next day, Mofeng got up early and came to the courtyard to practice basic skills while waiting for Mochen Zhi.

  Not long after, Mu Chengzhi walked out of the hall and saw Mu Feng practicing his basic skills. He nodded in satisfaction. His son's diligence was also seen by him.

  "Dad!" Mu Feng withdrew his fist and stood up straight.

  Through two months of getting along, Mu Feng grew more and more respectful towards Mu Chengzhi, whether it was from his character or his martial arts accomplishments, Mu Chengzhi had set a great example for Mu Feng.

  Mo Feng even felt that if Mo Cheng Zhi hadn't suffered such severe internal injuries, his cultivation would have definitely surpassed the Shaping Realm.

  "Wind, having reached the initial stage of Body Refining Realm's Great Perfection, it means you have initially qualified for martial arts training. Today, I will teach you a set of fist techniques. Although this set is a lower-grade Yellow Stage martial art, if practiced properly, its power can be compared to mid-grade Yellow Stage martial arts. You must observe carefully."

  On the continent of Shengxuan, martial arts are divided into four levels: Tian, Di, Xuan, and Huang. The Tian level is the highest, while the Huang level is the lowest. Each level is further divided into three sub-levels: upper, middle, and lower. Although there are differences within the same sub-level, they are not very significant.

  After crossing over, Mu Feng was mainly practicing basic skills. As soon as he heard that he could cultivate martial arts, although it was a low-grade yellow-level martial art, he was still very excited.

  Although it is the lowest form of martial arts, currently it is the most suitable for Mu Feng.

  The cultivation of a martial artist and the martial arts are complementary to each other. The higher the martial artist's cultivation, the greater the power of the martial arts can be exerted, and the higher the level of the martial arts, the stronger the martial artist's combat effectiveness will be.

  However, the higher the level of martial arts, the higher the requirements for the practitioner's cultivation. Now even if he were to give a low-grade martial art to Mufeng, he would still be unable to practice it. With his current level of cultivation, there is no Xuanli in his body, and his physical strength is insufficient, making it fundamentally impossible for him to cultivate.

  "Look out!"

  Mo Chengzhi let out a low shout, suddenly spreading his arms and legs, striding forward. His figure danced in the air, like a willow tree swaying gently in the breeze. Because he was instructing, he intentionally slowed down his speed.

  Mo Feng stared intently at Mu Chengzhi's fist shadow, his mind becoming extremely focused without realizing it. Everything around him was automatically ignored, and in his eyes, there was only that one set of boxing moves!

  Willow Fist is a boxing method that predecessors have come to realize based on willows. The willow branches are soft, but they can easily hurt people. The fist intention of Willow Fist lies in the word "soft", using softness to overcome stiffness, and weakness to win strength.

  After practicing for several times, Mu Chengzhi finally slowly withdrew his power and turned to look at Mu Feng: "Have you learned it?"

  "It should be okay." Murong hesitated for a moment and nodded.

  Mu Chengzhi took two steps back and glanced at Mu Feng, indicating that he should demonstrate the Willow Fist once.

  Mo Feng closed his eyes, recalling the moves and key points of the Willow Fist in his mind. Suddenly opening his eyes, he slowly executed the Willow Fist.

  Watching the young man's unfamiliar fist method, Mu Chengzhi nodded frequently. He saw his son's talent and hard work with his own eyes, and was delighted in his heart.

  He also knew that his son had suffered a lot of grievances and humiliations over the years. He never understood why his previous cultivation of Mufeng was so hard, but he had always been without any progress. In the Shengxuan Continent, even if someone had no talent, as long as they worked hard, they could cultivate to the peak of the Lian Ti realm.

  The son's inability to join the ranks of warriors also became a heavy burden on his own heart.

  But since the fall from Luoshen Peak, his son seemed to have changed into a different person, and he made great progress in his cultivation. This also gave Mu Chengzhi a feeling of gaining a blessing in disguise, perhaps his son could really fulfill his wish.

  Mo Chengzhi's heart was also slightly excited as he thought of this, his eyes following the figure of that young man.

  "Willow-shaped fist, the intention is in a soft word, your body still appears too stiff. The willow branch can move with the wind, so even if the wind is strong, it's hard to blow off the willow branch."

  "Willow-leaf fist, emphasizing softness with firmness, following the momentum to release power. Your punch is too rigid and fierce, failing to bring out the spirit of Willow-leaf fist."

  "You're being a bit too much, willow branches may be soft, but when whipped on the human body, it's also painful. This is what's called 'gentle yet firm'. When yielding to the opponent's force, one must also pay attention to counterattacking with the momentum."

  ……

  Mù Chéngzhì stood by, occasionally speaking out and pointing out some of Mù Fēng's shortcomings.

  When practicing the willow-shaped fist, I found that its essence is similar to the Tai Chi of my previous life, aiming to overcome stiffness with softness and achieve the subtlety of using four ounces of force to move a thousand pounds.

  The morning passed in Mu Chengzhi's guidance and Mu Feng's practice. However, this morning Mu Feng also grasped the willow-shaped fist to a certain extent, although he didn't know how to use it against an enemy, but his posture already looked like that of a master.

  "Feng Er, use the newly learned Willow Fist to attack me." Mu Chengzhi suddenly said with a surge of blood, he also wanted to test his son's cultivation effect.

  Mo Feng nodded, took a step forward and launched a "Willow Sweep Spring Wind" attack, sweeping both fists towards Mu Chengzhi's waist. Knowing he couldn't hurt Mu Chengzhi, he still used all his strength in this one strike.

  Mufeng's attack came swiftly, and Muzhi nodded in satisfaction as he sidestepped with his left foot, dodging the blow with a leisurely stroll.

  One move missed, Mu Feng turned around and jumped up, using the "Spring Green Willow" to strike Mu Chengzhi's right shoulder. Mu Chengzhi remained calm and unhurried, waiting until Mu Feng's right fist was about to hit before lightly retreating backwards, dodging Mu Feng's attack in the nick of time.

  Mo Feng made a series of swift moves, but under Mu Chengzhi's light and casual footsteps, not even a single thread of his clothes was touched.

  "Continue."

  Mo Feng secretly gathered his strength and launched a move called "Wind Willow Dance", with both fists carrying strong winds striking towards Mu Chengzhi.

  Mù Chéngzhì looked at the powerful fist and nodded in satisfaction with Mù Fēng's training results that morning. He wanted to try out Mù Fēng's full-strength punch, so he pushed out both palms, wanting to meet Mù Fēng's attack head-on, but only used less than 10% of his strength, and didn't use any Xuanli at all.

  Fists met, and Mu Chengzhi suddenly felt a power beyond his expectation coming from the Mufeng Fist, which actually knocked him back a step.

  Seeing himself actually forcing Mu Chengzhi back a step, Mu Feng looked at his own fists in an unbelievable manner.

  Mu Chengzhi's shock in his heart was even more unbearable. Although he had only retreated one step, although he had only used less than a tenth of his strength, this was absolutely impossible for Mu Feng, who was at the beginning of the Great Perfection of Body Refining Realm.

  But Mufeng did it, really did it. Is Mufeng's strength not just the initial stage of the Great Perfection of Refining the Body?

  Mu Chengzhi hastily grabbed Mu Feng's arm, but the miracle did not happen, and Mu Feng was still in the early stage of the Great Perfection of Refining the Body.

  He sneered at himself: How could it be possible? It's already not easy for Feng'er to reach the initial stage of Body Refining Realm, and his expectations for his son are still too high.

  "Practice well, Father is going to the martial arts hall." Mu Chengzhi said to Mu Feng before turning around and leaving.

  Mo Feng nodded and continued practicing in the courtyard.

  Although it was already late autumn, with a hint of chill in the air, Mu Feng continued to swing his fists, sweat flying everywhere, and on his small face, he revealed an unyielding and mature expression that belied his age.

  Time is pressing, a month later the martial arts contest, if he really loses to Jiang Meng, not only will he be humiliated, but also Mu Chengzhi and his wife will be ridiculed by others, this is something that Mu Feng absolutely cannot allow to happen.

  "No matter what, I must defeat Jiang Meng in a month," Mu Feng said to himself secretly.

  It's not the computer that's malfunctioning, it's the network. And to make matters worse, I have to work overtime on a Sunday. What a tragedy! But Xiao Bai is still working hard to write more, hoping for better results. There will be another update around 10 pm tonight.