My name is Huang Tian, ​​what the hell is this "Heaven is dead" nonsense?

Chapter 64 Returning Dragon, Plucking the Moon

The two returned to the crowd. Many martial arts students cast extremely envious glances at Luo Chan, and when they looked at Huang Tian, ​​they felt deep envy and helplessness.

This guy is inhuman!
Instructor Liu coughed and asked with some curiosity, "Huang Tian, ​​did you learn the Sky-Supporting Palm technique from your fight with Luo Chan?"

Huang Tian nodded.

"You learned it in an instant?"

"Yes."

The seemingly ordinary conversation made the martial arts students in the training ground gasp as if they were eating a spicy and numbing cold noodle dish.

"Just how many martial arts techniques have you mastered?"

"a lot of."

Indeed, there are many. From watching the martial arts students spar with each other in the training ground, I learned a dozen or twenty different types of fist, palm, and leg techniques. Adding what I read in the library, there are too many to count. There are at least three hundred types.

Liu Kuo sighed and shook his head, "Your comprehension... is really... I don't know how to put it. You are more skilled than me in martial arts. I even want you to be the head instructor."

Huang Tian smiled but didn't say anything.

"Alright, Luo Chan and Huang Tian have finished their fight. Is there anyone else who wants to try their hand?" Liu Kuo said, his hands behind his back.

The martial arts students looked at each other, and suddenly, a short young man stepped forward. He was the same person who had exclaimed earlier, "This is my Mountain-Crushing Fist!"

"I would like to learn a thing or two from Brother Huang. Please do not hesitate to give me your guidance." The short young man greeted him politely. "Of course, Brother Huang can rest first, and we can try our skills again after he has recovered his composure."

Huang Tian shook his head. "No need, let's begin."

As he spoke, he walked onto the field, took a stance, and began to fight the short young man.

As expected, this sparring match ended quickly. After all, Luo Chan, the number one martial artist, was defeated by Huang Tian in just a few moves, so those of them who couldn't even beat Luo Chan were even less likely to succeed.

However, the short youth was still very happy and cheerful, because Huang Tian used the Mountain-Crushing Fist when he fought him!

Using their own methods against them, the short young man could clearly see the flaws and weaknesses in his martial arts skills from Huang Tian, ​​which delighted him.

Huang Tian improved his Bengshan Fist technique through sparring, making it more refined and internalized. He was also very satisfied that the sparring helped him to improve his blood circulation.

Seeing that Luo Chan and the short young man had both benefited from their sparring with Huang Tian, ​​the martial arts performers on the field were all eager to try their skills against Huang Tian.

Huang Tian accepted all comers; whatever fist or palm technique the opponent used, he would use the same fist or palm technique, defeating them until they were completely convinced and benefiting greatly from the experience.

In just one morning, more than twenty martial arts performers implicitly regarded Huang Tian as the leader of all martial arts performers, and their expressions and words could not hide their respect.

At noon, after having his meal and medicine, Huang Tian took the silver token and went straight out of the Imperial Guard Academy to the library in the Zhenwu Guard's office.

As usual, he passed through the checkpoint of the guards at the entrance of the library and stepped into the first floor of the library. The young clerk sitting inside reading a storybook did not close the book this time, but smiled slightly at Huang Tian and nodded to indicate that he could do as he pleased.

Huang Tian nodded in response, then walked to a bookshelf he hadn't finished reading yesterday, pulled out a martial arts manual, and quickly flipped through it.

The young clerks were used to it, shook their heads, and lowered their heads to concentrate on their storybooks.

Time passed gradually, and another day and night fell. Huang Tian left before the library closed and returned to his residence.

Several days passed in the blink of an eye.

Huang Tian's life was very regular every day.

In the mornings, he would go to the training ground to spar with and instruct martial arts students, honing his qi and blood. In the afternoons, he would go to the library to read books, and at night he would practice stance training and martial arts techniques all night long. After several days, Huang Tian's qi and blood had reached a critical point, just one step away from a breakthrough.

On this day, he went to the library again. The young clerk on the first floor thought he would "carefully flip through the books" as he had done in the past few days, but to his surprise, he went up to the second floor.

"How...how has he changed?!"

The young clerk was stunned for a moment, then realized that he was a little funny. "He could have gone upstairs to choose two exquisite martial arts techniques, but I don't know why he kept putting it off. Today he finally came to his senses."

It wasn't that he had come to terms with it; rather, he had completely memorized and mastered all the ordinary martial arts techniques on the first floor, and it was time to go to the second floor to see what made the exquisite martial arts techniques so different.

Upon reaching the second floor, one is greeted by several brown wooden bookshelves. The books on the shelves are arranged quite far apart, so there aren't actually that many, only about a hundred.

"Your token?"

The person sitting on the second floor was not an ordinary clerk, but a middle-aged man with a short beard and sharp eyes. Judging from his demeanor, he even overshadowed Chief Instructor Liu.

'He should be a mid-level third-rank martial artist...'

Huang Tian secretly guessed as he took out the silver token from his sleeve.

The middle-aged man took it, examined it carefully for a while, and then tossed it back, saying, "With this silver token, you can choose two martial arts techniques."

"clear."

Huang Tian put away the silver token and walked to the bookshelf to examine it carefully.

"Pushing Mountain and Overlapping Waves Palm: Power like a tide, spiritual energy like the sea, one wave higher than the next, overlapping nine times, collapsing cities and destroying mountains..."

"Mysterious Ape Moon-Piercing Fist: Like an ape leaping, like an ape probing the moon, light and agile, full of spirit..."

"Returning Dragon Guide: Pulling and shifting, using force against force, forming a vortex of energy, smooth and continuous..."

"Thousand Illusion Cloud Hands..."

He picked up a book and opened it, but after flipping through only ten or so pages, Huang Tian's hand paused, because there was nothing more!
"That's right. Exquisite martial arts techniques are different from the rudimentary ones on the first floor, so naturally the entire book wouldn't be placed on the bookshelf."

Since he couldn't take a shortcut to read the whole book, Huang Tian quickly scanned the martial arts techniques on the bookshelf, got a general understanding of the martial arts philosophy of each book, and then went to the middle-aged man.

"I choose the Returning Dragon Strikes and the Black Ape Moon-Picking Fist."

The middle-aged man didn't comment on his choice, nor was he interested in becoming a hermit monk; he simply nodded slightly, "Alright."

He pressed on the wall behind him, and with a bang, the wall slowly opened, revealing a huge bookshelf with hundreds of books on it.

He skillfully took out two books from inside and handed them to Huang Tian. "Read them here and return them immediately after you're done. If you can't remember them in time, you can come back tomorrow. But remember, you must not pass on the martial arts techniques to anyone else, or you will be severely punished."

"clear."

Huang Tian took the books, walked to a chair on the side, sat down, opened them, and quickly browsed through them. Before long, he had finished reading the two exquisite martial arts manuals.

'Exquisite martial arts techniques, compared to ordinary and rudimentary ones, are superior in their conception, philosophy, complexity, and so on. Furthermore, some of their deadly moves require internal energy to unleash, making them incredibly powerful…'

As he pondered this in secret, Huang Tian's mind was filled with endless inspiration.

The concepts behind hundreds or even thousands of ordinary martial arts techniques, two exquisite martial arts techniques, and hundreds of other exquisite martial arts techniques, combined with the numerous cultivation methods and Taoist arts of the Xuandao system, all intertwined, plunging him into a profound and mysterious realm...

(End of this chapter)