Chapter 179: Show Me the Martial Arts (2)
While training martial arts, one sometimes wonders, ‘What is true strength?’
Even now, when I can shatter a boulder the size of a house with a single strike.
Ah, but that doesn’t mean I think mental fortitude is true strength, like the spirit of Taekwondo.
It was a matter of efficiency.
I don’t know how Moolryongdang or Shaolin Temple see it, but martial arts are fundamentally a study for harming others.
It was the question of whether you really need to make your qi explode with force when a single stab with the tip of your blade is already enough to kill.
From that perspective, the martial arts of the Red Dragon Sect might just be the pinnacle of efficiency.
Those guys stabbed with their swords stealthily and swiftly, killing their opponents before they could even prepare.
But the martial arts before me now showed me another kind of efficiency.
Boom! Crack.
“Guh!”
Martial arts, after all, are about people fighting people.
If you blocked thinking it was coming from the left, it came from the right. If you dodged thinking it was coming from below, it aimed for above.
‘Wow…’
So this is how it can be done.
He wasn’t called the strongest of the Seven Warlords for nothing.
Thwack!
“Not bad!”
A club, easily two feet long, came crashing down over my head.
Thud.
As I stamped my foot to leap away.
Crack!
The club slammed into my thigh.
“Guh.”
The wound wasn’t deep, but the blow felt nasty.
Scanning ahead, Wugong Bai stood there, a sneer on his face, a club in each hand.
