Chapter 10 Accident
The Cold Iron Palm uses the palm instead of the sword, and is swift and fierce. It does not have too complicated moves, and there are only five major moves.
The mountain splitting style, mountain collapsing style, mountain carrying style, stabbing style, and punching style.
Various practical moves are then developed from these five major styles.
For example, in the mountain-splitting style, there are practical palm methods such as straight chop, horizontal chop, oblique chop, vertical chop, turning back chop, and body-brushing chop.
Nangong Yue sneered when he saw this, then stepped forward carelessly, raised his palm knife, and split the mountain with great force.
When Nangong Yue put his five fingers together to form a palm knife, his calloused palms actually emitted a faint red light, as if iron was burning red, and the palm wind blew, bringing with it a hint of heat.
He was a martial artist at the membrane realm. When he exerted force suddenly, blood and energy surged inside the membrane along with the power bursting out from his muscles and bones.
Seeing Nangong Yue raising his palm knife and slashing with great force, fast and fiercely, with great momentum, Qin Ziling was not panicked this time as before. On the contrary, his mind suddenly entered a clear state as calm as still water.
This state made his mind like a mirror, not only reflecting every change in the outside world in great detail, but even being able to vaguely predict the opponent's real and fake changes, and subsequent moves from the flow of air and changes in qi.
Qin Ziling moved to the side quickly without thinking, barely avoiding Nangong Yue's swift palm knife. At the same time, he bent his knees and raised them up, slamming into Nangong Yue's hidden left-hand knife, not giving it a chance to exert force. With both palms, one hand directly slapped Nangong Yue's right arm in the air with a mountain-collapsing style, and with the other hand, he gathered his fingers like a sharp knife and stabbed at his ribs.
Nangong Yue originally thought that he had chopped the mountain with such great force and speed that if Qin Ziling retreated in panic, it would be just what he wanted. He could then rush forward and chop down again and again.
If Qin Ziling used his arms to block, he had already practiced his kung fu to the level of skin membrane. If this palm knife came down head-on, even if it didn't hurt his bones it would definitely hurt his muscles. Moreover, his hidden palm knife would surely take the opportunity to attack like a poisonous snake and poke into his stomach, making him fall to the ground in pain instantly.
If Qin Ziling was more flexible and moved to the side to dodge, his hidden hand could directly strike from the side like a mountain collapsing and knock him down.
But Nangong Yue never expected that Qin Ziling showed no sign of panic when he moved sideways, and his move was exactly right, just brushing past his palm knife that was chopped down with great force. Then, while he was moving his palm knife with lightning speed, he actually bent his knees to hit his hidden hand knife, so that his follow-up move was blocked.
"Damn it!" Nangong Yue was a martial artist at the membrane level after all, so his reaction was very quick. He used the hidden knife in his right hand to hit Qin Ziling's knee, and then he used the force to leap back like a frightened cat, dodging Qin Ziling's palm knife that was poking at his ribs.
When Qin Ziling saw Nangong Yue dodge his palm knife stab, he couldn't help but say "what a pity" in his heart.
His foundation is average, and his palm power is also average. No matter whether he uses the palm knife to chop or slap, the power is limited. But if he uses the palm knife to stab, the force area is small, just like stabbing people with a knife, and the power is very large.
If Nangong Yue had been stabbed in the ribs by the palm knife just now, he would probably be in pain for several days, and the battle might have ended early.
However, apart from Qin Ziling's extraordinary sensitivity, Nangong Yue's real strength is actually much stronger than him. Not only did Nangong Yue avoid Qin Ziling's dirty trick in time, but the palm strike towards Qin Ziling's knee just now, although hasty, caused Qin Ziling's knee to hurt slightly, as if it had hit a stone slab.
"Huh!" All the people who were practicing palm exercises stopped, even Zuo Le, who was drinking tea under the shade of a tree, put down his cup.
Nangong Yue challenged Qin Ziling to a duel more than once or twice, and each time it was a one-sided defeat. Everyone had long been accustomed to it and was too lazy to watch.
As for Zuo Le, there is no need to mention it. To him, the fight between Nangong Yue and Qin Ziling was just like children playing house and was not worthy of being on stage.
Of course, Zuo Le also saw that Nangong Yue was deliberately looking for trouble with Qin Ziling, but so what? Having lived for a long time, Zuo Le had seen through it. Moreover, Qin Ziling was a little arrogant before, and did not put his status in the right place. Every time Nangong Yue made trouble for him, he did not know how to beg for mercy, and he always secretly looked at Luo Yuke, obviously not giving up.
Zuo Le is an experienced person, he knows that reality is cruel. In his opinion, it may not be a bad thing for Qin Ziling if Nangong Yue punishes him. On the one hand, it can make him face up to the reality, behave himself, and have more chances of survival in the future; on the other hand, he will have the opportunity to practice with Nangong Yue, which can improve Qin Ziling's practical level to some extent.
Of course, if Nangong Yue makes too much trouble, Zuo Le will also step in.
Now, for Zuo Le, it’s just young people playing around, and he doesn’t bother to care.
However, just now, Qin Ziling was not thrown into a panic by Nangong Yue's attack and did not retreat repeatedly. Instead, he moved sideways and counterattacked, forcing Nangong Yue to jump back to avoid him. This was really beyond Zuo Le's expectations.
Feeling everyone's gazes on him, Nangong Yue felt a surge of blood rushing to his head. He roared in anger and rushed forward again like an enraged tiger, raising his palm and slashing with his knife, still using the same swift and fierce attacking method.
Obviously, Nangong Yue thought that Qin Ziling was just lucky and had a flash of inspiration.
Seeing that Nangong Yue was still rushing to the center line and stepping on the center palace to attack him head-on, Qin Ziling sneered in his heart, calmly moved sideways again, and took the opportunity to counterattack.
Nangong Yue didn't expect that his attack was so swift and fierce that Qin Ziling dodged it twice in a row and forced him to retreat by his counterattack. He couldn't help but feel shocked and angry, his face was terribly gloomy.
"I can't tell. After not practicing with you for a while, you've made a lot of progress!" Nangong Yue stared at Qin Ziling with eyes as cold as knives. He waded out on the ground, walked around his body, and the palms and knives in his hands kept changing, like a poisonous snake ready to jump up and deal a fatal blow at any time.
He finally stopped looking down on others.
Compared to Nangong Yue who kept circling around, looking ready for battle and cautious, Qin Ziling stood still, looking calm and confident like a master.
This scene made everyone look surprised.
"Interesting!" Even Zuo Le was intrigued.
When everyone was surprised, Nangong Yue suddenly launched another attack. This time, he completely put away his careless mentality. Not only did he make many more changes in his palms, changing his previous style of strong and vigorous attacks in an attempt to end the battle quickly, but he also accompanied it with dazzling footsteps.
Nangong Yue's transformation truly revealed his talent and the depth of his membrane realm.
Qin Ziling dodged repeatedly and did not fight back, his expression becoming more solemn.
"He changes his moves too much, too fast, and my physical foundation is far inferior to his. Even if I can detect his flaws in advance, my hands and feet can't keep up with my brain's thinking, and I can't seize the opportunity. However, even if he is a martial artist at the membrane level with surging blood and energy, he can't launch such a violent and intensive attack for a long time. For now, I will just deal with him first. When his breath weakens, it will be my chance to counterattack."
Seeing that Qin Ziling was being beaten by him, Nangong Yue became more and more aggressive, and a smug and ferocious look appeared on his face. He thought that as long as he put in a little more effort, he could beat Qin Ziling as hard as Pighead.
