The Supreme Martial Arts Master in the World of Nine

Chapter 37 Little Maoshan Sword Technique and Heavenly Dao Mountain-Pushing Palm

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Whoosh, swish, whoosh—

Uncle Nine moved swiftly, his palms conveying power through his arms, each move accompanied by a whooshing sound.

The palm strike is powerful and heavy, like the chopping of knives and axes, and like the impact of mountains when pushing the palm.

"This is the Mountain-Pushing Palm of my Heavenly Dao Sect. It is a palm technique created by the three ancestors by combining the Mountain-Pushing Palm, one of the seventy-two Shaolin arts, with the Maoshan Sky-Splitting Palm."

After finishing a set of palm techniques, Uncle Nine took a deep breath to calm his internal energy.

He's actually not good at palm techniques, but rather at fist techniques.

Both Tiandao Xuan Kong Quan and Maoshan Quan have reached a level close to that of a master.

The Heavenly Dao Mountain-Pushing Palm technique has only barely reached the Great Completion level.

However, fist techniques and palm techniques have something in common. Uncle Nine has been immersed in fist techniques for decades, so his skills are naturally quite remarkable.

Therefore, teaching Zhao Yi is more than enough.

"Ah Yi, why don't you give it a try!" Uncle Jiu said, looking at Zhao Yi beside him.

"Yes, Master!"

Zhao Yi nodded, also somewhat expectant. He had been very serious about memorizing the moves just now.

"Stand firm and calm your mind," Uncle Nine instructed from the side.

Zhao Yi immediately got into the zone and began to recall Uncle Nine's moves from before.

At first, his movements were stiff, but Zhao Yi's physical body was strong and powerful. When he exerted his strength, he was like a tiger or a giant elephant, and he also created a powerful wind and a sonic roar.

Uncle Nine even stepped forward one after another to guide and correct him.

This allowed Zhao Yi to quickly master the techniques of generating power and gradually begin to understand the ropes.

"The moves of the Heavenly Mountain Pushing Palm are not difficult; the real key lies in the word 'pushing the mountain'."

"This was originally designed for people with strong physical strength. If one's physical strength is average, one will need strong internal energy to support it in order to unleash its power."

"Ah Yi, you have superhuman strength, so this palm technique is very suitable for you."

Seeing that Zhao Yi had figured out the trick and was practicing more and more smoothly, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but smile.

Maoshan boxing has fifty-four forms, and Tiandao Xuankong boxing has as many as eighty-one forms. In terms of complexity, it is far superior to the thirteen forms of Pushing Mountain Palm.

"Hahaha, that's awesome!"

Zhao Yi channeled his strength into both palms, each move steady and powerful, with a whistling wind and explosive momentum as he raised his hand.

Even during the third rehearsal, Zhao Yi's power was completely unleashed.

With a single palm strike, a thunderous roar resounded through the air, and visible ripples transformed into an invisible palm print.

A small tree not far away was forcibly broken.

"Ayi, although your Mountain-Pushing Palm technique is only at the beginner level and still a little short of Lesser Chengdu, it already possesses power comparable to a perfected technique!"

"You're truly born for this palm technique!"

Uncle Nine was also shocked when he saw this.

Although I had some suspicions from the beginning that Zhao Yi would be very suitable for this palm technique.

But this is only the beginning, and there is still some distance to go before reaching the Lesser Chengdu level, yet he has achieved the effect that only a normal martial artist at the peak of their skill can achieve.

It allows one to progress directly from the beginner level, skipping through the stages of minor achievement, mastery, consummate skill, and ultimate perfection, reaching the pinnacle of excellence.

This is absolutely outrageous!

"It's all thanks to my master's excellent teaching!"

Zhao Yi couldn't help but grin.

He really loved this Heavenly Mountain Push Palm technique.

Although he had an unparalleled physique and superhuman strength, he was never able to fully unleash his power.

It felt like touching a chubby person while wearing gloves.

Did you touch it? Yes!

Did you enjoy it? No feeling at all!

It's like driving in a repair shop, where the car is jacked up, and you've stepped on the gas, floored it.

The car roared to life, and the wheels spun to their limit.

Did you enjoy it?

It felt good, but only my feet felt good.

But now that he has learned the Mountain Push Palm technique, all the strength in his body can be completely unleashed.

This allowed Zhao Yi, whose physique was as high as 253 points, to truly experience what strength meant.

That feeling of comfort,

"Is this what martial arts are? I can feel it. The same force is now several times more powerful than when I was just randomly hitting things before."

"True Chinese martial arts are indeed far superior to the fancy but ineffective techniques of later generations; they are truly powerful."

Zhao Yi took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to find a zombie and wreak havoc.

It's like someone who, after learning to drift, wants to go up Mount Akina, or someone who, having just started a relationship, wants to get to base.

"good!"

"Ayi, you've mastered the Mountain Pushing Palm technique. Next, I'll teach you the Little Maoshan Sword Technique."

Uncle Nine smiled and took out a peach wood sword from the side.

Zhao Yi had seen this peach wood sword before.

Upon closer inspection, I noticed that many areas were charred and damaged.

"I broke my master's most frequently used fine peach wood sword."

"This peach wood sword is one of his old ones; it's so badly damaged."

"I still have a lot of money on hand. I'll go find someone to buy a good peach wood tree that's over a hundred years old and make a new peach wood sword for my master."

Zhao Yi thought to himself.

"Ayi, our Heavenly Dao Sect has two sword techniques, but the one I'm best at is the 'Little Maoshan Sword Technique.' Look carefully."

Uncle Nine immediately took up his sword and began demonstrating to Zhao Yi.

This sword technique emphasizes agility and nimbleness, with simple and crisp moves.

Sword techniques such as pointing, stabbing, flicking, and parrying all carry the power to ward off evil spirits.

It is slightly different from the specialized sword techniques used in the martial arts world.

Uncle Nine quickly demonstrated the move once, and then began to do it a second time, while breaking down the key points of the sword moves.

"Ayi, come here!"

After Uncle Nine finished demonstrating for the third time, he let Zhao Yi start practicing.

"good!"

Zhao Yi picked up the peach wood sword, recalled Uncle Jiu's movements and the key points of breaking down sword moves, and began to practice earnestly.

Uncle Nine was standing nearby, offering pointers from time to time.

Whether it's the speed of the sword strike, the dodging and positioning, or the technique of drawing upon one's own yang energy to slay evil and exorcise malevolent forces...

Time passed slowly, and the setting sun cast its golden rays upon the courtyard of the mortuary.

In the courtyard, there were gusts of wind from palm strikes and layers of sword shadows.

Zhao Yi became more and more excited and enjoyed his practice more and more.

After all, his physical condition was constantly increasing, but there weren't many methods available.

Now that we have palm techniques and swordsmanship, it's like bullets have guns and missiles have launchers.

"Master, Master, something terrible has happened! Look!"

At this moment, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai couldn't help but run back from outside.

Especially since Qiu Sheng was still holding a broken incense stick.

"Master, you told us to burn incense, and this is what happened!" Qiu Sheng couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

After all, Qiu Sheng didn't know about Feng Luoyan's matter, so naturally he didn't know that Old Master Ren was going to turn into a zombie.

Seeing this strange fragrance, coupled with Dong Xiaoyu's earlier "thank you," made Qiu Sheng feel very uneasy.

"People are most afraid of three long and two short, and incense is most afraid of two short and one long."

"The presence of this incense at your door means someone has died," Uncle Jiu said, taking the incense with a sigh.

"Master, what should we do?" Qiu Sheng couldn't help but ask.

Uncle Nine waved his hand, indicating that Qiu Sheng didn't need to rush.

After all, this matter had already been discussed with Zhao Yi.

"Wencai, go and prepare paper, pen, ink, sword, and spear!"