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Chapter 124: Sparring (Part II)
Chapter 124: Sparring (Part II)
Mo Shan was slightly taken aback.
"I also want to be with Hua'er and watch him get married, have children, and have a house full of grandchildren..." Liu Ruhua's eyes shone with anticipation, "but who can predict the future?"
Mo Shan comforted his wife, "You don't have to worry."
Liu Ruhua shook her head, "I'm not worried. I know you're concerned about Hua'er encountering dangers, but how can a cultivator's life be free of peril?"
Mo Shan thought about it and nodded in agreement.
Even the most fortunate cultivator would inevitably face challenges and risky situations. This was especially true for them as wandering cultivators, who were struggling to survive.
Liu Ruhua continued, "As the saying goes, parents who love their children should plan for their future. We are only at the Qi Refining stage, and while we can't protect him from all dangers, we can teach him to face them."
Mo Shan fell silent, stroking his wife's long hair, his expression softening.
"You're right. The path of cultivation is long, and we can't take care of him forever. We can only teach him to take care of himself."
The next evening, Mo Shan called Mo Hua into the courtyard and asked, "How's your movement technique coming along?"
Mo Hua, thinking that his father was going to scold him, paused before answering, "I've more or less learned it."
Mo Shan nodded, "Let me test it out."
Mo Hua's eyes lit up, "Alright!"
He was curious to see if his father, a late Qi Refining cultivator, could break through his 'Flowing Water Steps'.
Mo Hua walked ten meters away, turned, and stood still, his eyes focused on Mo Shan as he said, "Dad, I'm ready."
"Okay, pay attention."
As soon as Mo Shan finished speaking, his body blurred, and he charged forward with incredible speed.
So fast!
Mo Hua's heart skipped a beat as he released his spiritual sense and urged his spiritual power, causing his body to drift backward.
Mo Hua had retreated halfway when he lost sight of his father in his spiritual sense, only to feel a faint oppressive force behind him. His heart skipped a beat, and he lightly turned his body to drift to the left.
Mo Shan, who had appeared behind Mo Hua at some point, missed his grab and was slightly surprised. He quickly shifted his body, reaching out with his right hand to grab Mo Hua again.
Mo Hua's expression turned solemn.
His father was too fast, and with years of experience fighting against demonic beasts, his movements were unpredictable. In Mo Hua's spiritual sense, he could barely perceive Mo Shan's figure.
And by the time he did, Mo Shan was already by his side.
Mo Shan's spiritual sense wasn't much stronger than Mo Hua's; it was purely because of his speed and decisive actions that Mo Hua couldn't keep up.
Mo Hua couldn't help but marvel at the vast gap in their combat experience.
The two sparred for a few more rounds, with Mo Hua dodging clumsily and barely managing to hold his ground.
As they chased each other back and forth, Mo Hua's spiritual sense gradually became clearer and easier to distinguish.
Mo Hua's evasive maneuvers began to show signs of improvement.
Mo Shan would feint and attack from another direction, catching his opponent off guard, and Mo Hua learned to combine solid and empty movements to achieve the element of surprise.
With each exchange, Mo Hua's movements became more composed.
Just as Mo Hua was getting the hang of it, Mo Shan suddenly appeared out of thin air and grabbed him by the collar, lifting him up.
Mo Hua was stunned, "Dad, you caught me even with this movement technique!"
Mo Shan hummed, "You still need to practice this technique more."
Although he said that, Mo Shan was deeply shaken.
Mo Hua's movement technique far exceeded his expectations! In this chase, even a cultivator of the same realm might not have been able to dodge every attack.
Yet Mo Hua had not only dodged them but had done so with apparent ease. Aside from his initial panic, he had become increasingly calm, his steps graceful, and his advances and retreats well-measured, matching even some veteran demon hunters.
Yet Mo Hua had not only dodged them but had done so with apparent ease. Aside from his initial panic, he had remained calm, his steps graceful, and his advances and retreats well-measured, rivaling even some veteran demon hunters.
This movement technique was formless and traceless, with no discernible signs of exertion, borrowing of strength, or recovery. Judging by the techniques of a typical body cultivator, it was impossible to grasp.
Mo Shan himself had not seen through this technique. He had only relied on his years of life-and-death battles and his familiarity with his son to guess where Mo Hua would appear, making a blind guess.
If not for that, they might have continued sparring for several dozen more rounds, waiting for Mo Hua to tire and reveal an opening before he could be caught.
Mo Shan's heart was stirred with emotion.
"Dad?" Mo Hua asked, seeing his father standing still, his expression calm and without anger or joy, but seemingly lost in thought.
Mo Shan snapped back to attention and, after a moment's thought, said to Mo Hua, "Your movement technique is decent, but you still need to practice more and not be negligent!"
"Oh." Mo Hua nodded. Though he thought that this was a form of praise, and his heart was a little happy.
"Dad, did you also learn a movement technique?" Mo Hua asked again.
Mo Shan shook his head. "Mine can't really be called a movement technique. It's just something I figured out on my own during battles with demonic beasts to avoid getting injured. Then I picked up bits and pieces from watching others' techniques."
"So it's a purely combat-oriented technique?" Mo Hua asked, his respect growing.
"You could say that," Mo Shan replied.
Mo Hua's eyes lit up. "Can you teach it to me?"
Mo Shan hesitated. "You already have a movement technique, don't you? Don't mix too many things together. It's better to master one first."
"I just want to borrow some ideas..." Mo Hua said.
Mo Shan thought for a moment and then nodded. "Alright."
Mo Shan demonstrated a few basic stepping movements to Mo Hua.
Some of the movements resembled Flowing Water Steps, but with subtle differences. Others were seemingly simple advancing and retreating steps, and some were fragments of other movement techniques. Together, they formed a concise and fierce set of movements.
It looked like a hodgepodge of different techniques, but Mo Hua did not underestimate it.
This was currently the most threatening set of movements he had encountered, and he had no idea how to counter it.
It was simple, efficient, and without any superfluous actions, emphasizing adaptability and winning without using any fixed moves.
One could say it was full of openings, but if used well, it could also be said to have no openings at all.
If he could incorporate these stepping movements into Flowing Water Steps, wouldn't Flowing Water Steps become even more powerful?
Mo Hua's spirit was lifted, and he carefully memorized each movement, intending to practice them more when he had the time.
Mo Shan still found it unbelievable that Mo Hua had learned such an advanced movement technique and asked, "This technique... did Zhang Dianshi teach it to you?"
"Uncle Zhang told me not to say."
"Hmm." Mo Shan nodded, but he couldn't help but think that Mo Hua had basically just told him.
"Dad, aren't you angry anymore?" Mo Hua asked softly.
Mo Shan glared at him. "You still know I can get angry?"
Mo Hua chuckled.
"Get up early tomorrow morning," Mo Shan said.
"Tomorrow morning?" Mo Hua was taken aback.
Mo Shan didn't say anything more and turned to leave.
The next day, at the hour of the rabbit (6-8 am)
, Mo Hua got up, went out into the courtyard, and saw his father, Mo Shan, already waiting there.
"Your mother made breakfast. Eat something first," Mo Shan said.
After the father and son finished eating, Mo Shan led Mo Hua out of the house.
They walked through the morning streets of Tongxian City and out through the city gates, heading onto the mountain path outside.
"Dad, where are we going?" Mo Hua asked, unable to hold back his curiosity.
Mo Shan was silent for a moment before replying, "I'm taking you into the Great Black Mountain!"
(End of Chapter)
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