Chapter 176: Chapter 122: Your martial arts are strong, I stole it, and it's both good-looking and capable of fighting, what virtues and abilities do I have? (4K)_2
“Yin Muhu… a Direct Disciple from Banyan City's Diamond Dojo under Ma Zeyan, ranked lowest among his peers.”
“My master, Ma Zeyan, is a Direct Disciple of 'The Trio of Jade City,' specifically Vajra Zhou, also known as Zhou Liexiong, my grandmaster.”
“The martial arts style he practices is—Vajra Wishful Hand.”
In martial arts, utmost rigidity demands softness; ultimate firmness is also ultimate softness. The technique for channeling energy is unmatched in the world, capable of transforming between absolute firmness and softness at will, which leaves one in awe.
Thinking back to his master's evaluation of the Vajra Wishful Hand, Xue Jing extended his hand to grasp Yin Muhu's, smiling and saying,
“So Shady Girl is actually a junior to me?”
Yin Muhu, dissatisfied, pouted and said, “Our sects are different; naturally, we each count our own lineage. How could I be a junior to you?”
Xue Jing laughed heartily, about to speak, when his expression suddenly changed.
The handshake with Yin Muhu was supposed to be brief and withdrawn quickly, but as he was about to retract his hand, the large, fan-like hand suddenly gripped him forcefully.
“Xue, be careful,” Yin Muhu said with a gleam of excitement in his eyes, giving a word of caution.
As soon as he had spoken, Xue Jing felt a surge of profound and strange power emanating from that large hand.
It was like tens of thousands of fine, sharp steel needles suddenly thrust in, yet they carried a flexible freedom, moving at will.
“How interesting,” Xue Jing's eyes sparkled.
It was his first encounter with this kind of power.
Xue Jing also stimulated his own power. The True Dragon within him came to life, roaring towards his palm to meet Yin Muhu's power head-on.
Rigid and soft powers are different by nature. Rigid force runs directly and is difficult to control, being able to morph tens of thousands of 'needle-like' strands from rigid force is already a remarkable feat.
Yet Yin Muhu's power did not stop there.
The tens of thousands of 'steel needles' were like living soldiers under her control, each seemingly with its own will, freely starting to 'line up and deploy.'
This was like an experienced dragon-slaying military force from a western fantasy world, beginning to engage in offense and defense with Xue Jing's power-incarnated True Dragon.
As the two forces tangled, Xue Jing was astonished to find that he was… coming up short.
Every time the True Dragon attacked, it was slowly entwined and neutralized by the opponent. The invisible weak spots in a complete sweep of power were all exploited by the needle-like Wishful Force.
Comparatively, when she used one unit of power, she was able to resolve two to three units of his power.
Changing his approach, Xue Jing began channeling the breathing skills of the Golden Scales Transformation, equipping the invisible 'Golden Scale Skin' over the True Dragon, locking it into a single entity, switching to defense.
The steel needles formed by the Wishful Force could not find any gaps in the True Dragon, circling slowly on the outside…
Both were accomplished martial artists, and their current “hand-matching” with power created disturbances in the outside world.
There was a continuous sound of bursting from the palms they held, waves of air rippling outward, and a lightning-shaped crack opened in the center of the marble floor where they stood opposite each other.
In the hotel lobby, those with more sensitive touch occasionally felt slight vibrations from the floor, like something heavy being lifted beside them and then dropped on the ground.
After a while, the two palms held by Xue Jing and Yin Muhu suddenly sprang apart.
Xue Jing stood still in his place while Yin Muhu staggered back three or four steps, each footstep cracking the marble floor with a circle of fractures several dozen centimeters in diameter.
Yin Muhu looked at her own large, fan-like palm, somewhat in a daze.
On her palm, there were five deep red indentations, the injuries inflicted by Xue Jing's power.
In contrast, Xue Jing's palm was as white and unblemished as jade.
Despite these results, Xue Jing shook his head and smiled, “I lost, Shady Girl.”
At the start of the clash of powers, he had utilized the same quality and quantity of power as Yin Muhu, engaging in a head-on battle, and the result was—he lost.
It was the first time since he had started practicing martial arts that he had encountered such a situation.
The Vajra Wishful Hand, worthy of being called by his master Li Qi as 'unrivaled in energy channeling' among martial arts styles.
Although he eventually used a greater and more potent force, forcefully extinguishing Yin Muhu's power and winning this “hand-matching,”
It was merely physical overpowering, not surpassing the opponent in the skillful use of power.
Thus, Xue Jing simply conceded his defeat.
Hearing this, Yin Muhu was silent for a while, then sighed, “No, I lost.”
Although she had anticipated Xue Jing being very strong, she did not expect him to be this formidable…
Under the same conditions of energy channeling, despite the intrinsic advantage of the Vajra Wishful Hand, she could not secure a significant victory over her opponent.
And in the end, she was scorched by the opponent's brute force…
Yin Muhu looked at her own thick arms, feeling a touch of despondency.
Far superior to men of her age, it was her strong physique she was most proud of…
Unaware that she had inadvertently shattered Yin Muhu's greatest pride, making her feel somewhat broken, Xue Jing glanced at the floor and said,
“We'll have to pay for the repairs to the hotel's floor.”
Yin Muhu snapped back to reality and nodded, “Hmm, it started with me; I'll take care of the compensation.”
“Xue, I've got something on my mind and would like some quiet time; I'm going back to my room…”
Xue Jing had wanted to chat with her longer, to inquire about 'The Trio of Jade City,' but seeing that Yin Muhu seemed a bit out of sorts, he didn't insist and just smiled, saying farewell.
Yin Muhu went to the hotel reception desk, spoke with the attendant about compensation matters, and then took the elevator to her room.
Xue Jing sat back down on the sofa in the lounge area and stroked his chin.
“So, this is the Channeling Energy of the Vajra Wishful Hand? Very strong – stolen.”
Later, when he would go back to his room, he planned to use Visualization True for Consciousness Simulation and thoroughly learn by imitation!
“Using Rigid Force as if it were even more natural than Soft Power… The simultaneous use of Whirlwind Thunder and Shaking Star Fire might provide a breakthrough.”
Xue Jing mused.
Combining these two extremely contrasting martial arts moves, one firm and one gentle, within Hidden Dragon School was difficult – they were the most challenging parts to master when aspiring to learn the ultimate skill 'Mystic Art·Vital Point.'
“An unexpected gain, awesome.”
Xue Jing delightedly opened his panel.
[… Hidden Dragon Energy Experience Points +232]
The exchange of Power with Yin Muhu had significantly increased his Hidden Dragon Vigor experience.
About fifteen minutes later, Xue Jing's phone rang.
He picked it up and glanced at it; it was his talent agent, Jiang Siwei calling.
Without answering, he stood up and looked towards the door.
A woman in a rush walked in, dressed in a classic office lady attire with a white blouse, a black hip-hugging skirt, long legs in flesh-colored stockings and black pointed high heels. She had shoulder-length, voluminous short hair, a pretty face with delicate makeup, glasses on her nose, one hand holding a briefcase, and the other a cellphone to her ear, searching around.
“Jing, over here.”
Xue Jing waved at her.
Hearing the call, Jiang Siwei turned her head towards Xue Jing's direction, and upon seeing him, immediately walked briskly over.
“Mr. Xue, I apologize for the wait…”
Jiang Siwei bowed slightly in apology.
Xue Jing gestured for her to sit and smiled, “No need to be formal, have a seat.”
“Don't call me Mr. Xue, Wei. You're older than me; just call me Xue Jing, or Jing, Little Jing, whatever you like.”
Jiang Siwei sat down on the sofa across from Xue Jing and looked up at him, giving him a careful once-over.
Although she had prepared herself by examining Xue Jing's profile photos in advance,
the moment she met him in person, her heart skipped a beat.
Three words immediately sprang to mind.
Cash cow!
This was a gold mine that, if managed correctly, would surely be invincible!
The world never lacks people who are good-looking or capable fighters.
What's rare is someone who can fight and is stunningly attractive.
And before her was someone so good-looking it was almost extreme, and according to his profile, he was equally extreme in his fighting abilities…
Doubts suddenly crept into Jiang Siwei's mind.
How could she, of all people, manage to become the agent of such an exceptionally talented newcomer?
Was I simply that fortunate? Did the club make some kind of mistake?
Chapter end
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