Chapter 169 Have you heard the story of “Relaxation Road”?
"Next!"

The sound of a thud falling to the ground was heard in the stadium, and the disciples who had just arrived could not believe their eyes.

"Third Brother? Second Brother? How could you do that?"

Cold sweat flowed uncontrollably from his head. The "Sky Subduing Tiger Fist" that he belonged to was a well-known and upright school in the whole Luofu. How could it end up like this?

On the clean and bright arena, a burly, ferocious-looking young man in fancy clothes was attacking another person.

The wind and thunder were flowing with fierce tigers. Between the man's moves, there were faint images of dragons and tigers. The connections between his moves were smooth and flowing, and the sounds of breaking through the air were endless. He looked so majestic!
But what about his opponent? Has he been forced to retreat again and again because of this set of punches and is no longer his opponent?

"yawn---!"

Yao Luo yawned with one hand, and calmly faced the attack from the boy in front of him with the other hand.

The size of the ring is limited, but Yao Luo's footsteps seem to draw infinite space on the limited ground.

The man's attack seemed to pass through Yao Luo's body. Many times, the disciples off the field had clearly seen their senior brother send attacks into Yao Luo's chest many times, but it was as if the attacks passed through the layer of "Yao Luo's body" and had no effect.

"Witchcraft! It's witchcraft!"

"Brother, come on! Hurry up and use "that one trick" to turn the situation around!"

"Where's the master? Call him over!"

"The master has already been lying on the ground. The one over there is..."

"Uh...it's okay then."

Chen Hu never thought that he would meet such an opponent in Luofu.

He had clearly inherited the true teachings from his master, and had developed his own style of "Sky Subduing Tiger Fist" before he was 100 years old. His strength was no less than that of his master.

But why? Why can't my moves hit the target?

With his face tensed, Chen Hu's whole body seemed to be burning.

A pair of bright eyes were looking for the flaws of the hateful enemy in front of him.

His master and fellow apprentices had never even met this hateful demon before. As the eldest brother of the "Sky Subduing Tiger Fist", he had to take on the responsibility of protecting the signboard.

"Damn it, I didn't want to use that trick in the first place, but you forced me to do it."

Chen Hu took off his training shirt, revealing his upper body full of traces of training.

The vertebrae on his back protruded one by one, and as his muscles and bones changed, Chen Hu's momentum began to rise.

"Originally, I was going to save this trick for the genius beside the general, but I didn't expect to use it here."

The accumulation of momentum became more and more terrifying, and visible airflow appeared in the venue.

"The wind comes from the tiger, the clouds come from the dragon, the fierce wind tiger fist!"

A ferocious tiger that looked down upon the sky and stirred up the wind and clouds appeared on Chen Hu's body, carrying tremendous power and launched a fierce attack.

And Yao Luo was finally moved by this terrifying move, and he took defensive stances repeatedly, ready to meet the attack.

"Don't underestimate the bond between me and my junior brother!"

(The above pictures are all Chen Hu’s own imagination)

"Forehead………"

Yao Luo looked at his opponent speechlessly, shouting "Don't underestimate our bond!" and something he didn't understand, and then rushed towards him with a few wisps of air on his body.

He does have enough momentum, and his physical fitness, experience and skills are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

However, after experiencing the Star Core War and facing a series of "wars" with the Star God, Yao Luo had only one thought in his mind when facing such an attack.

"Slow, too slow."

I don’t know if it’s because of the “hunting” destiny contained in his body, but Yao Luo felt that the attack of his opponent in front of him was like a slow motion movie.

Slowly, as if moving at a turtle's pace, it moved in front of his eyes.

He could even see the other person's face, which was fluctuating and deforming due to the high-speed movement.

He knew clearly the direction the fist wanted to hit, where it would land, and where it would appear in the next second.

"Yan Qing's sword is probably more than a hundred times stronger than his..."

During the attack, Yao Luo even had the energy to think. "Then let's use a little bit of the power of "Hunting"."

Golden lightning appeared in Yao Luo's eyes. The moment Yao Luo's consciousness began to accelerate, the world, which was already slow, slowed down 1000 times in Yao Luo's eyes.

"The hunting storm is faster than light. The arrows of light it shoots out through gravity can cross countless galaxies."

"And can I learn this kind of attack method?"

Yao Luo relaxed his body, which was a completely different fighting method from the "memory" method.

In the past, he might have used various recreated "memories" to suppress the enemy's firepower, or borrowed the power of fantasy items to attack from multiple angles.

And now, Yao Luo handed over his consciousness to his body, letting the "martial arts" in his body determine the location of the next attack.

“Relax, relax again, and imagine your body as liquid, or even something more intangible.”

Yao Luo's body began to soften involuntarily. In the eyes of outsiders, Yao Luo's figure began to become soft, and his existence began to become illusory, like a ball of ethereal air.

The concept of relaxation is a state that all martial artists need to pursue.

When people are dealing with stressful situations, they tend to tighten their muscles and want to curl up into a ball.

But this approach often puts people in more dangerous situations.

The ideal premise for exerting force is: relaxation.

Turn muscles as hard as steel into soft ones, and then use them in an instant. The faster the transformation process is, the more efficient the transmission and use of "force" will be. It can be said that relaxation is the highest level of force.

However, Yao Luo used this state of mind involuntarily, and his degree of relaxation had reached the state of "air".

And now, the "air" is about to start hitting people.

In an instant, Chen Hu, who was swinging his fist, felt a sudden sense of tension surging in his heart.

Originally, a warrior who was about to deliver his strongest attack should not have such thoughts in his mind.

But, if I compare my things to "flowing wind", then the man in front of me is the storm!

"boom!"

Light. Chen Hu could only use light to describe the attack he saw. Before his consciousness could react, his body had already made the decision for him.

After all, when a fist as big as a sandbag stops less than a centimeter in front of your face, you will not even think about protecting your reputation.

His hands were raised up unconsciously. Facing such a terrible blow, what reason did Chen Hu have not to offer his signature with both hands?

Yao Luo retracted his fist. In the last moment, he still felt that it was inappropriate to use the power of destiny in such a small martial arts hall, so he instinctively suppressed his new move that was about to take shape.

Although the fist stopped, the force had already penetrated Chen Hu and created a huge hole in the wall of the dojo behind him.

"I, lost."

Chen Hu said bitterly that he didn't expect that he would suffer such a setback suddenly when he had just accepted the inheritance from his master and wanted to challenge the legendary "genius" of Luofu.

He was already prepared for Yao Luo's high demands. After all, according to the ancient tradition, if his own school was defeated so easily, there might be no need to open a martial arts school in Luofu.

The white-haired man in front of him scratched his head a little embarrassedly and spoke.

"Could you please treat me to a meal in Luofu?"

"what!?"

Chen Hu's jaw dropped, and he couldn't believe what he had just heard.

This guy, is he kidding me?
At this moment, a pair of familiar pink dragon horns appeared outside the wall that had just been broken by Yao Luo's attack.

"Who is so immoral that the hamburger and milk tea in my hand were knocked over while I was walking. If you don't give me a reason, don't even think about seeing a doctor here in the future!"

The tender voice contained anger, and when Yao Luo saw the owner of the voice through Chen Hu's body, he couldn't help but ask questions.

"Is it you? (The tall bad guy?)"

The owner of the pink dragon horn also recognized Yao Luo and asked the same question.

The two looked at each other, leaving Chen Hu with a face full of questions and his face disheveled in the wind.

　It’s a little late to write, but I have fulfilled the promise I made yesterday.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)