As the two wielded their blades and swords, Huang Ye danced like a butterfly among the flashing weapons, constantly dodging.
He silently recited the eight-character mantra in his heart, but it was his first time applying it in actual combat, and there were still points he couldn't quite grasp.
Damn it, these two must team up often; their coordination was perfect, with orderly offense and defense, leaving him very little room to dodge each time.
He could only respond cautiously, sometimes forced to switch to another footwork halfway through.
Exciting, this is what real training is about, teetering on the edge of life and death every second.
His understanding of footwork deepened, far surpassing the effects of his own practice.
Both were at the Martial King level; every slash and thrust was powerful, aiming for his vital points.
One misstep and it could cost him his life.
Before long, his body was grazed in several places by the blades and sword energy, but he dodged quickly, so the injuries weren't severe.
As he became more familiar with the footwork, the effectiveness of their combined attacks diminished.
Half an hour later, they couldn't even touch the hem of Huang Ye's clothes.
The more they fought, the more alarmed they became. How could this kid's body be so agile, and his footwork so strange? They had never seen it before.
After fighting for so long, he hadn't repeated a single footwork move.
Moreover, although he had sustained several injuries, he only bled a little at first, and later on, he didn't bleed at all.
They thought that as long as they kept him occupied and didn't give him a chance to apply medicine, he would bleed out eventually.
With his body in constant high-speed motion, his blood flow should have increased, but what was happening now?
The wounds seemed to be healing on their own, and they hadn't seen him seal any acupoints to stop the bleeding.
And what exactly was his strength? He hadn't launched a single attack, relying solely on this miraculous footwork to dodge.
Their powerful attacks resounded with clangs, all landing on the ground and trees.
Could this be the legendary "passing through a sea of flowers without a single leaf touching"?
To remain unscathed under their combined assault was quite impressive.
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Both of them were exhausted, yet he seemed completely unfazed.
"Senior brother, let's put down our weapons and fight him head-on. I heard he can take a beating; let's give it a try," one of them shouted.
"Alright!"
"Haha, so it's still the old Qu family. Come on, let's see if you can make me feel any pain."
Huang Ye didn't dare to be overconfident, preparing to use thirty percent of his strength first, and increase to forty percent if necessary.
It was time for body training, and the footwork practice was over. Huang Ye entered the wooden stake mode.
The two launched heavy punches and whip kicks at Huang Ye continuously.
They fought with great vigor, every punch landing with True Qi.
They shouted loudly, "Hoo-ha-hey!"
Huang Ye flew through the air like a sandbag.
He pondered, could these two also be transmigrators? The lyrics were so familiar.
After taking seven or eight hits, thirty percent wasn't enough, so he had to increase to forty percent strength.
With a flurry of punches, another forty or fifty hits landed, and just as the two were getting into it, Huang Ye suddenly struck, slapping the wrist of one of the junior brothers.
The junior brother let out an "Ow!" and his fist loosened, sending a sharp blue nail flying straight out.
With a "ding," it embedded into a large tree.
The junior brother stopped attacking, looking at Huang Ye in horror.
He couldn't understand how Huang Ye discovered the nail hidden in his hand. He had secretly grasped it in his palm while Huang Ye's back was turned, intending to strike when Huang Ye wasn't paying attention.
This was a lousy idea he came up with after hearing a report yesterday. If the first step with blades and swords failed, he would use this trick, and the nail was coated with poison.
He had considered smearing poison on the blades and swords, but since weapons are blind, he feared accidentally injuring himself, so he abandoned the idea.
"If you're going to fight, fight hard. Don't cheat."
"Senior brother, let's run. We can't beat him; he's a high-level Martial King in body training, way beyond us."
He had just felt how fierce Huang Ye's attack was. If this kid launched an attack, he probably couldn't even take one move.
With a "smack," the junior brother received a solid slap to the face, so fast that he only saw a blur before the slap landed, without even a chance to react.
"Run, my foot. If you come up with another lousy idea, be careful you don't get crippled. If you want to live, fight honestly, like that guy yesterday, or else wait to be collected tomorrow."
The senior brother was also stunned, standing dumbfounded in the field. How did he discover the junior brother's hidden nail?
The hidden hand was designed flawlessly, taking advantage of Huang Ye's desire to use them for body training.
When he saw Huang Ye slap the junior brother, he realized that they were just being used as tools for body training.
He wanted to run, but Huang Ye's speed just now was so fast that he could only see an afterimage.
With that speed, running was impossible.
"Stop dawdling. My skin is itching now. If you don't use your full strength, you'll end up being collected too."
The two exchanged a glance, having no choice. Losing an arm was better than being collected.
The battle resumed, and Huang Ye became an airborne figure again, taking a beating from the two, who used all their strength.
Afraid that if they didn't use their full power, this demon would get angry.
Half an hour later, the two sat on the ground, drenched in sweat.
They looked pitifully at Huang Ye, who was still standing, "Master Huang, we can't go on. We really can't fight anymore."
"Alright, I'm quite satisfied. You know the rules, right?"
"Master, we understand. Once we gather some strength, we'll immediately sever our arms."
Huang Ye didn't bother with them, sitting cross-legged to meditate, stretching his body, and continuing to refine Spiritual Energy.
A stick of incense later, two screams echoed, and the two held their wrists, looking at Huang Ye in fear.
"You can leave now. Tell your family head to send two more skilled ones next time. If you try to fool me again, I won't mind coming to your doorstep."
"Yes, yes, we'll definitely convey Master Huang's words."
The two carefully smiled and left, only letting out a sigh of relief after climbing over the courtyard wall.
"Big brother, he's terrifying. What level is he at? Even at the peak of Martial King, he couldn't withstand our attacks like that."
"Every punch with True Qi felt like it vanished into thin air, only the external force hitting his body."
"I don't know either. It's too strange. Even if a body-training martial artist can take a beating, our True Qi attacks should have overwhelmed his internal organs."
"Even a strong ox would be beaten to a pulp by us; the peak of Martial King couldn't withstand it."
"But how can he train his body internally too, unless he has a way to neutralize our True Qi?"
"It felt like our True Qi was absorbed by him, which is hard to comprehend."
"Or maybe it's not absorption, but transferring our True Qi to his skin to strengthen his body."
"That's possible too. Anyway, he's too mysterious."
If Huang Ye heard this, he would have to admit they were right.
That's exactly what he did, using all their power to temper his body.
Their True Qi attacking his internal organs was a fantasy.
Once True Qi encountered Qi Flow, the rebound force could instantly destroy their internal organs.
To not waste their True Qi, Huang Ye distributed Spiritual Energy to parts of his body, using those parts to withstand the True Qi attacks.
Letting them go wasn't out of kindness, but to instill fear. Only fear could make them accurately convey his demands.
He felt that this kind of training was very effective, especially with their True Qi attacking his body. Huang Ye felt his body constantly adapting to this level of attack.
Killing these small fry had no real significance.