I will be stronger after the remake

"May the sweet dew of Dharma rain down!"

Chapter 171 Teaching Martial Arts

For Tang Ping, the "Dewy Rain" move is easier to deal with than the previous one because its core is to break through the opponent's defense with a dense and gentle offensive, taking advantage of the weakness.

In short, it's a skill-based style.

Tang Ping is least afraid of technique-based moves. Whether it's martial arts intuition or a master's eye, they can help him quickly find flaws and come up with countermeasures. On the contrary, moves that rely on brute force may be difficult to defend against even if he sees through them.

"The highest good is like a deep pool!"

Just in case, Tang Ping shouted out the name of the move to enhance its power, channeling the essence of Tai Chi. The light of the blade enveloped his entire body, seemingly gentle, yet cleverly conforming to the overwhelming blade shadows of his opponent, like water flowing around a boulder, following the direction of the opponent's blade force, quietly dissipating the powerful force contained within.

The two monk's knives clashed, but instead of making a loud noise, they became entangled. The scarred monk felt as if his full-force sword energy had been thrown into the ocean, and the blades felt as if a millstone had been hung on them, making them extremely heavy. His sword speed slowed down, and he could not unleash his subsequent continuous attacks. He had no choice but to change his move.

"Brahma Flame destroys all evil!"

The monk's aura suddenly changed, and a scorching and violent aura instantly spread out. In an instant, a blazing golden flame ignited on the monk's sword. The flame seemed to carry the power to purify all the sins in the world, and it slashed out with an indomitable momentum.

Tang Ping anticipated his opponent's next move by listening to his strength and secretly prepared to defend himself. However, his opponent's spiritual power was far superior to his own, and the enhanced power was irresistible. He was instantly blasted several feet away.

The blade's force spread like flames, but fortunately, Tang Ping had anticipated that she wouldn't be able to withstand it. She did a somersault and landed on her feet, dodging to the side.

"May your light shine upon the world!"

Without a chance to catch his breath, the fourth move came in quick succession. The monk swung his sword across the sky, unleashing endless blade light with an extremely wide attack range, making it impossible to dodge.

Tang Ping had no time to defend himself with his sword, so he immediately gathered his energy in his fingers to try and break through at a single point.

"Breaking Boundaries with the Brahma Wheel!"

The finger energy, also flashing with dazzling light, pierced through the air, striking the monk through the blade light and injuring him, knocking him back so he couldn't unleash his fifth move.

At the same time, Tang Ping was attacked by the other sword lights. He didn't care about his reputation as a martial arts master. He curled up into a ball and rolled on the ground to minimize the "force-bearing area" and protect his vitals from being attacked.

Puff puff……

Tang Ping's back was covered in cuts, but he found that he felt no pain and was not bleeding. He guessed that it was because he was a consciousness. Then he thought that he might not have any vital organs at the moment, and he would not need to protect himself in the upcoming battle.

"The sun of wisdom dispels all darkness!"

The monk's katana shone brightly once more, but this time it didn't spread outwards; instead, it coalesced into a single point, like the rising sun, radiant and magnificent. With a single slash, all the demons and monsters retreated, and the air distorted wherever it passed, leaving a deep trench in the ground.

Upon seeing this, Tang Ping knew that it was another power-type opponent that was the most difficult for him to deal with. However, after exchanging four moves, he realized that his opponent was using the same martial art. He had more or less figured out the underlying principles. Coupled with his martial arts intuition, he decided to take a gamble. After all, it was a consciousness entity, so he wouldn't feel pain or die if he failed.

He immediately circulated his spiritual energy, cleverly concealing it within gentle movements. His hands moved swiftly, drawing seemingly harmless arcs, each one concealing a sharp burst of energy.

"A hidden needle in cotton can strike a thousand pounds!"

When the monk Lie Ru Da Ri's sword strike came down, Tang Ping remained calm and composed. He transformed the blade into silk to wrap around the strike, deflecting and neutralizing the force. At the same time, he sensed the strongest point of his opponent's move and then concentrated his strength to meet the opponent's strength head-on.

Bang!

The sun shattered with a deafening roar, and the blade's energy scattered like headless flies, sending Tang Ping and the martial monk flying.

"Uh!"

This time, Tang Ping failed to land gracefully and instead fell flat on his face. When he tried to get up, he felt his spiritual energy was sluggish and his limbs were unresponsive. He immediately realized that he had made a serious mistake.

Although a conscious being cannot feel pain, it can still be injured when struck by spiritual energy. Injury will affect the body, but because it has lost the sense of pain, it is difficult to grasp the extent of the impact.

If the opponent takes the opportunity to launch an attack, I am afraid I will only be able to offer my neck for slaughter. I can only hope that the opponent will also be injured and unable to move.

"Compassionate Body, Thunderous Awakening!"

The monk's low shout made Tang Ping's heart sink, thinking that this was the end for him. He felt quite regretful that he hadn't been able to experience all the moves.

However, after lying there for a while, he only heard the sound of a knife whistling through the air, but did not sense any danger. He struggled to look up and saw the scarred monk's blade slicing and flowing, protecting his entire body, dancing so tightly that it was impenetrable.

"Huh? Who is he fighting? Is there a third person here? Ling Chong came in too? But why don't I see anyone?"

Tang Ping was puzzled, but then he saw the scarred monk change his move again.

"The wondrous cloud of compassionate intention!"

As the monk's sword was wielded, the faint sound of flowing water could be heard. The air rippled outwards from the monk, creating concentric circles of water-like waves.

When the ripples spread to Tang Ping, they did not cause any harm; instead, they cleared his mind.

"Both of these moves are defensive techniques. The former focuses on physical defense, while the latter leans towards mental defense. But I didn't attack him. Who is he defending against? Could it be that after testing me with the previous five moves, he has recognized my strength and is now demonstrating the remaining sword techniques to me?"

After being delayed by two sword techniques, Tang Ping recovered his strength, regained his mobility, and got up from the ground.

He was about to watch his opponent practice the remaining moves when he saw the other suddenly turn around and stare intently at him. He immediately realized something was wrong and quickly became alert.

The monk's expression turned solemn. He slowly placed his Buddhist knives horizontally in front of his chest, chanting incantations. His aura surged wildly, as if he wanted to absorb all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into his body. His aura was completely different from before.

"The Zen mind illuminates through three thousand kalpas!"

In an instant, the world changed color, and the monk's dagger shone with an unprecedented brilliance. The light seemed to be able to pierce through all the illusions of the world and break through three thousand tribulations. A huge golden dagger shadow appeared out of thin air, carrying the momentum of destroying the world, and slashed down towards Tang Ping. Wherever it passed, the space seemed to be cut by the sharp blade, and it made a series of ear-piercing roars.

Tang Ping was deeply shocked by the power of the attack, but he knew that he could not retreat at this moment, nor could he retreat, because the range of his opponent's attack was too wide.

Fortunately, he had already secretly gathered his strength. Immediately, he transformed his left hand into a palm, which was close to the blade. His palm was as ethereal as a cloud, rising and falling, moving up and down. His movements were as smooth and natural as flowing clouds and water, and his spiritual energy formed the shape of Tai Chi as it circulated.

"Return to emptiness, enter into chaos, and return to nothingness!"

A soft halo rose around Tang Ping, seemingly illusory yet containing boundless resilience. The blade flowed, drawing Tai Chi patterns in front of him, each pattern containing the power of Yin and Yang merging and the interplay of the real and the unreal.

As the enormous golden blade struck, he pushed the Tai Chi symbol to meet it head-on.

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, two extreme forces collided violently at that moment. Golden light and soft halo intertwined and tore at each other, forming a huge energy vortex. The surrounding ground was instantly shattered, turning into countless fragments that flew out. The surrounding trees were also uprooted by the impact of this powerful force.

Tang Ping felt an overwhelming force coming at him, which he neutralized layer by layer with the true meaning of Tai Chi. He seemed to be at a disadvantage, but his spiritual power cultivation was too weak, and he quickly ran out of strength.

However, spiritual martial arts were not his forte. His main profession was as a master of national martial arts, and he had anticipated this. He immediately sat with his hips tucked in, his muscles and internal organs sinking inward, his tendons becoming extremely soft and relaxed, and his qi and blood concentrating at a single point, thus avoiding the impact of the blade's force.

The next moment, the qi and blood and strength that had been contracted at a single point in his dantian suddenly expanded into a circle, surged out, and returned to all parts of his body. He then used a palm strike to send the dagger flying out, and retreated rapidly backward.

The monk's knife shattered on the spot from the impact of the residual blade energy, but the palm energy attached to the monk's knife also detonated the blade energy, spreading in all directions. The resulting shockwave was like a small hurricane, swirling the surrounding sand, stones and fallen leaves into the air.

Tang Ping curled up into a ball again and rolled around on the ground in a disheveled state, but successfully absorbed the impact. She only suffered some minor, painless cuts and bruises, though her clothes were torn into tattered strips, making her look extremely disheveled.

"This strike should be the ultimate move. I guess I've passed the test. According to the usual routine, the next step is to impart the sword techniques to me."

As Tang Ping thought this, he saw the scarred monk neutralize the backlash on the spot and then raise his sword again to attack him.

"May the sweet dew of Dharma rain down!"

Having lost his ring knife, Tang Ping dared not confront his opponent head-on. Fortunately, his opponent used the same moves he had just used, and even the variations were exactly the same. Tang Ping immediately used the Bagua You Shen Bu (Eight Trigrams Swimming Steps) to dodge the attacks between the blades.

Although Tang Ping is not a Saint Seiya and there is no such thing as "the same move is ineffective against me", with his martial arts master's eyesight, the threat of moves he has experienced will be greatly reduced. In addition, with the premonition and warning of martial arts intuition, dodging pure physical attacks is not difficult.

As I said before, what he fears least is pure skill-based moves.

"May your light shine upon the world!"

The monk once again used his old move, his sword flashing like the blazing sun in the sky, ready to dispel all darkness in the world.

Tang Ping closed her eyes beforehand to avoid being stimulated by the light, while her body moved nimbly through the flashing blades, turning danger into safety by relying on her senses and intuition.

In the ensuing battle, the monks repeatedly used the same old moves, and Tang Ping dodged while making his own guesses.

The other party is not a living person, has no intelligence, and is more like a pre-programmed program, even more rigid than the monsters in the Illusionary Realm.

The program is set to require the use of the entire set of martial arts moves, with the ultimate move only to be used last, while other moves can be adjusted flexibly according to the situation.

In the previous battles, Tang Ping only defended and did not attack, at most he would defend and counterattack. Therefore, the scarred monk saved the two defensive moves "Compassionate Body Thunder Shock" and "Merciful Great Cloud" for last. Due to the program, even if Tang Ping did not launch an attack, he had to use them once before he could unleash his ultimate move.

After figuring out his opponent's patterns, Tang Ping became more adept at dealing with them. He even had the leisure to observe and imitate his opponent's sword techniques, skillfully dodging attacks while secretly pondering the essence of each move.

Finally, having exhausted his spiritual power, he was unable to dodge the wide-range ultimate move, "Zen Mind Illuminates Three Thousand Tribulations," and was engulfed by the blade light.

As her consciousness returned to her body, Tang Ping swayed, feeling dizzy and extremely exhausted, and almost collapsed to the ground.

"You're back?" Ling Chong asked.

How much time has passed in reality?

"I suggest you meditate and rest first, and then communicate when you have recovered your energy. It will take less than a second."

"it is good."

Tang Ping immediately sat down cross-legged and entered a meditative state.

About three hours later, he opened his eyes. His mind was still a little sluggish, but it didn't affect his normal thinking. It was similar to waking up an hour early in the morning and then not being able to fall back asleep.

"After you communicated with the Arhat statue and entered the spiritual world, the other party attacked you with martial arts moves without warning?"

"Yes, according to the confessions of the three armed psionicists who were arrested, they initially tried their best to resist and defeat their opponents. However, they later discovered that whether they won or lost, there was no difference in the improvement of their spiritual evolution. In fact, even if they won, their opponents would not teach them martial arts. So they simply gave up resisting and were killed by their opponents for a quick victory. But I don't think it should be like this."

After Ling Chong finished speaking, he asked expectantly, "Did you win or lose? Did you gain anything extra?"

"We lost, but we gained something."

When Tang Ping left the spiritual world, he learned from the scarred monk that the martial art was called "Zen Sea Saber Technique". Although the monk did not tell him the saber moves and techniques, after experiencing it four times, he had a general idea of ​​it. With a little time to study it, it would not be difficult to reproduce it.

He was about to tell Ling Chong about the sword technique when suddenly an idea struck him, and he changed what he said: "Through the battle in the spiritual world, I learned from the way my opponent used spiritual power and improved my own martial arts."

After saying that, he flicked his fingers and unleashed the Brahma Wheel Breaking Finger, which shattered a stone pillar not far away with a flash of light.

These words were not lies. With a clear reference point, Tang Ping finally gained a systematic understanding of spiritual martial arts, successfully grasped the basics, and then improved his self-created martial arts. They were faster to use and the power could be adjusted at will, no longer requiring him to follow the postures in a rigid manner.

Compared to learning someone's martial arts skills through a single battle, this explanation is more reasonable.

"Oh, it's faster and more secretive to use than magic. If you don't know it beforehand, it's hard to defend against it in time."

Ling Chong was extremely envious. He opened his mouth, but then hesitated, feeling a little embarrassed, and stammered, "Well, I mean..."

Tang Ping saw through the other person's thoughts and smiled, "If you want to learn, I can teach you."

"Really!?"

Ling Chong was both surprised and delighted, and his eyes lit up.

"This is not ancient times, where we don't hold onto the idea of ​​hoarding our own knowledge. I would love for more people to learn spiritual martial arts so that the martial arts can be carried forward. With people to spar with, we can encourage and improve each other."

"Your magnanimity and breadth of mind are truly admirable; you are a true master!"

Ling Chong gave a thumbs-up in praise, then eagerly asked, "Will you teach me now or wait until I've rested?"

"If I don't teach you today, you won't be able to sleep tonight. Listen carefully..."

(Author's note: Thank you to readers such as Sunny Summer Rain, Gentle Laughter, Appearing on the Stage, Mushroom Tomb, and Detective Pikachu for their generous donations.)

Chapter 172 The Differences Between the Four Major Cults

In the following days, Tang Ping deduced the "Zen Sea Knife Technique" from memory while teaching Ling Chong the Brahma Wheel Breaking Boundary Finger.

However, it wasn't until he had completely replicated all eight sword techniques that Ling Chong barely managed to get the basics down, and even then, his failure rate was very high.

"Don't always try to draw upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth; you need to get rid of this bad habit."

Tang Ping watched as Ling Chong condensed a swastika symbol at his fingertips, but the moment he released it, the spiritual energy went out of control and exploded, injuring himself. Tang Ping couldn't help but warn him.

While using his spiritual arts to heal his wounds, Ling Chong said with a wry smile, "I've gotten so used to using spiritual arts that I always subconsciously want to draw upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, feeling that it can make my moves more powerful, so I couldn't resist."

"You're trying to run before you can walk. While it's true that martial arts techniques require drawing upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, my finger technique doesn't have any ultimate moves. Just use your own spiritual power. Moreover, martial arts emphasizes precision more than spiritual techniques. Once a spiritual technique is formed, you can just aim at the target and throw it anywhere. But martial arts also has its rules on 'how to throw,' so you can't relax beforehand."

Having witnessed the ultimate moves of "Zen Sea Knife Technique," Tang Ping changed his previous understanding of martial arts moves. When using powerful ultimate moves, he could still draw upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. After all, ultimate moves have a clear charging process, during which time the two can be harmonized to make them compatible and inclusive.

Ling Chong had actually mastered the technique of the Brahma Wheel Breaking Boundary Finger, but he just couldn't shake his habit of using spiritual arts.

He tried a few more times, with a success rate of about 60%, and concluded: "I estimate that I will need to practice for another four or five days to develop muscle memory and be able to distinguish between the two."

Although Tang Ping had some reservations about Ling Chong's learning efficiency, feeling that he was somewhat slow-witted, Ling Chong himself was quite satisfied, thinking that he had already done a great job of mastering a spiritual martial art in less than half a month.

Lacking a point of comparison, Tang Ping could not question this self-evaluation and had to accept it for the time being.

If even the exceptionally talented Ling Chong struggled so much to learn martial arts, it's doubtful whether someone with average talent could even get started.

“If you want to promote spiritual martial arts in the future, changing usage habits will probably be a major challenge for all spiritual users, because they have long regarded the way spiritual techniques are used as the only correct answer, forming muscle memory and subconsciously following old practices, which is very difficult to change,” Ling Chong sighed.

“I never intended to promote it. I’m still in the exploratory stage myself, so how could I be qualified to preach it publicly? I’m hoping you can go further and give me some feedback.” Tang Ping didn’t care. “Besides, when the day comes for large-scale promotion, we can let newcomers who haven’t formed muscle memory learn it. Others can learn it or not.”

He had no ambition to establish his own school of thought. Besides, truly good things should be taught to him by others, not the other way around.

“Oh, right, let me tell you something, since you were also involved,” Ling Chong suddenly remembered something and slapped his forehead, “Of the three psychic criminals you defeated, let’s leave aside the vampire who is already dead. The remaining two have confessed after interrogation that they are members of the Guiling Cult.”

Tang Ping didn't seem to care much about this and casually asked, "Why would they ambush you?"

Ling Chong said, "Because they have their eyes on the mythical relics of Guiyuan Temple. Unlike the natural treasures in other relics, the five hundred Arhats are too heavy and difficult to steal silently. Moreover, all the remaining Arhat statues are under a restriction. Although the restriction is not strong, unless it is a spiritual energy user who happens to be good at breaking restrictions, even a third-level spiritual energy user cannot break the restriction without damaging the Arhat statues."