Chapter 135
The softness of a shaman.
The hardness of Shaolin.
And the unbridled aggression of a panga.
All of them are said to be martial arts of the highest order. The shaman’s taijiquan sword is said to be the ultimate, the Shaolin’s Arahan and Bai Bo Xin Kung Fu have long been the unchallenged rulers of the Central Wushu, and Pang’s Oho Dan Mundo is the ultimate in martial arts.
Then.
Is my martial art special compared to them?
No, it is not. My martial art is no different from theirs.
Manliu Guizhong.
Special martial arts, or pure martial arts.
I had been taught by Zhuge Liang that all martial arts eventually boil down to the same thing, and that added depth.
So I was confused.
The strange mystery of duality, of undoing and reversing all martial arts, of using one’s own power in addition to one’s opponent’s power, was changing the path I had known.
An elder and teacher came to me and expressed that there must be a limit to all martial arts. Of course there was.
Nangong Shi and Nangong Han came to me and told me to hold out and not attack. I couldn’t do that, for it was only a method of evasion, not destruction.
Black Lake came and told me about the attack,
Bupyeong came and taught them how the ice ball works.
Namgung Hyeok and Namgungal recalled their secret affair with Mo Yonglu and devised various methods.
Pang Gak relayed Pang Hyang’s words and told him to avoid them. He adds that it’s not a flight, but an operational retreat.
That’s right. I am now standing on the borderline between worry and comfort.
