Chapter 631: Chapter 358: Catching the Sparrow (Part 2)
However, during daily body refinement, everyone still goes through the full set of Gang Fist routines. Each fist technique targets the corresponding muscle groups and bones, training the variations in power. Although the fist paths passed down by each dorm, each guard, each army, and each family have already seen changes, or some secret moves and hidden techniques are added unnecessarily, overall, the thirty-two styles can perfectly refine the whole body with real combat functionality, which is already quite perfect.
And just now, Huangfu Yi also realized from a few moves with this bird, this guy was teasing him. It could have easily flapped its wings and flown away, but it didn’t, sticking close to the Gang Wind, dodging amidst fist power, against a furious storm of combo attacks, breaking the thirty-two styles of the Huangfu family’s Gang Fist effortlessly, clearly showing him the huge weaknesses in his fist styles. If this wasn’t a bird, but a sword, Huangfu Yi would have been dead countless times already.
Tsk, monster, amazing...
Thus, Huangfu Yi also aroused a competitive spirit, broke off a branch, and switched to a set of swordsmanship.
This is the family swordsmanship of the Huangfu family, the Flame Wind Blazing Fire Sword.
After all, his family, although serving as the Immortal Army Guard, had already achieved the upper-level officer ranks of General Protector over many generations, usually under the protection of the main army, naturally not risking their lives on the front lines like regular soldiers. And due to a hasty escape in the past, much of the family’s martial arts scriptures were lost, leaving Huangfu Yi to only refine a swordsmanship for self-defense besides the basic courses of Gang Fist and archery.
This Flame Wind Blazing Fire Sword doesn’t count as a Divine Skill, created by the Huangfu family ancestors in exchange for insights with a Ranger Swordsman, specifically designed to match the Fire Department’s Heaven-Burning Technique, once even rivaling the Duan family’s domineering sword in the army.
It’s a pity that due to suppression by the court and cooling down, the Huangfu descendants no longer experienced the front lines as much, and in terms of sheer power, they might not compare to the generations of the Duan family, who have honed and refined it on the battlefield to the ultimate, the world-shocking Blood Flame Tyrant Blade.
But since learning martial arts, Huangfu Yi has been practicing the family’s Flame Wind Blazing Fire Sword, becoming well-versed in demon hunting and Demon Extermination, this move isn’t something an ordinary bird can withstand! Even without the Flame Fist power, wielding it for a moment is fire-like, the sword moves like the wind, the surging Sword Wind, from all directions, like blazing flames rushing towards the bird!
"Chirp chirp!"
Who would have thought this bird is also formidable! Facing the wildfire-like ferocious sword momentum, it slightly accelerates, still able to shuttle within the Sword Wind! Even capable of nimbly picking leaves off the branch with its sharp beak!
"What! Underestimating me!"
Huangfu Yi couldn’t have imagined, the Central Plains is indeed terrifying! Just a roadside sparrow could also break his swordsmanship! Suddenly greatly breaking defense! Failing to catch a breath, a set of sword moves not yet finished, broke for a moment, exposed a weakness and then immediately the sparrow seized the flaw! Counterattacked!
"Splat."
A drop of bird poop dripped on his shoulder...
"Chirp chirp chirp chirp!"
Sparrow Jinque laughed uncontrollably on the tree branch.
Huangfu Yi also landed helplessly, face iron-blue, but no one else mocked him, Pei Yuhuan that little brat was already bored, went to drink sweet water...
"Hiss... Hoo... You have good skills, my friend..."
Huangfu Yi also took a deep breath, held up the branch, and seriously stared at the sparrow.
"I’m going to use my ultimate move now."
The sparrow indicated at you.
Huangfu Yi set up his stance, gathered power. Prepared to use Gang Fist for amplification, and stab at the bird while it was unprepared. But just as he gathered power, he stopped.
What’s the point of bullying the weak. Currently outskilled by a bird, he could rely on power to cheat and rush over to kill, but how would he handle encountering demons with speed and strength far beyond his own, when all his moves fall apart?
Thinking about it, Huangfu Yi dispersed his fist power, spun the branch in his hand, shook a Sword Flower, leaped up again, used the Flame Wind Blazing Fire Sword Technique, and stabbed toward the bird.
This time, however, his swordsmanship became much more flexible and adaptable, no longer rigidly sticking to family routines but breaking moves down to use. The wide-sweeping, large movements meant for crowd battles were directly omitted, and since the opponent was just a sparrow, he simply kept seven-tenths of his strength in each move, ready to switch techniques based on the opponent’s responses, with sword speed alternating between fast and slow, avoiding falling into the opponent’s rhythm.
"Chirp chirp!"
The sparrow expressed interest as well, spinning on the branch, dodging like playing with Huangfu Yi, entangling and dodging around him, breaking his sword moves while swooping down to drop bombs, covering him in bird poop.
The guards of the passing merchant caravan outside the forest saw this and burst into laughter, even setting up camp outside the forest, stopping for a break and a laugh at his expense.
Yet Huangfu Yi paid no mind to the bird poop on him or the crowd’s ridicule, only chasing and flipping with the sparrow inside the forest, competing in skill and art, lost in the moment.
After all, since he was born, besides learning the basics of swordsmanship with his parents and relatives in his youth, he later could only forge himself in the demon tide battlefield, completely growing through real combat. In fights with demons, he aimed solely for victory, using any means possible, never caring about moves, and there was never anyone who earnestly competed with him, pointing out the oversights in the swordsmanship he had trained in all these years.
Meeting this sparrow this time was a fate, this bird was small, quick, cunning, and treacherous, forcing Huangfu Yi to use every means to constantly dismantle and reorganize the techniques he had learned before, refining and blending them, eliminating useless tricks, honing and refining his skills, simplifying and refining them.
And in the battle of wits and courage with this sparrow, Huangfu Yi gradually realized, as if he had a revelation, and saw a sword path.