Chapter 529 - 236: Comprehending Martial Arts with Ease

Chapter 529: Chapter 236: Comprehending Martial Arts with Ease

The result went without saying...

Seeing this, Fang Shuwen started to laugh.

"Are you planning to use me as a whetstone to fix the flaws in your techniques?"

Having his intentions exposed by Fang Shuwen, the old Daoist’s face didn’t even flush. He just laughed heartily.

"You saw right through me."

"Then I’d advise you to calm your mind."

Fang Shuwen said,

"When it comes to changing techniques, a single adjustment affects the whole system.

"You can’t just fix one part and ignore the consequences... You patch up a flaw in the beginning, and a new one appears at the end.

"You must think carefully. Once you know where the flaw is and how to fix it, you still have to look at the whole picture and fill in any other missing pieces.

"You should at least have a complete plan in mind before sparring with me again. Otherwise, it won’t be very effective.

"In fact, you’ll just find that your Martial Arts are riddled with flaws."

Daoist Wuyi nodded. He knew Fang Shuwen’s words made sense.

He immediately walked to the side, sat down cross-legged, and began to contemplate the key points.

Fang Shuwen didn’t disturb him. Even after Zhou Zhengze and the others finished making breakfast, they didn’t call him over to eat.

They just called Zuo Xuan over to eat with them.

As for the breakfast Zhou Zhengze made, it had color, aroma, and flavor... none of which were present.

And that was with Zuo Hong guiding him from the side. At least she stopped him from mistaking sugar for salt and mixing up the various spices. Otherwise, who knows how "spectacular" that breakfast might have turned out.

Hearing about Zuo Hong’s experience in the galley, Fang Shuwen felt his face twitch.

’Good thing I saw this coming,’ he thought. ’Otherwise, I might have been taken out by my own people before we even reached Black Island.’

After eating, he had Zuo Xuan and Zuo Hong go rest.

After a whole morning had passed, the wind suddenly changed direction.

He quickly had Luo Shuqing wake up Zuo Xuan and Zuo Hong.

When the two of them came out, they instantly noticed the change in the wind. One immediately hoisted the sails, and the other took the helm.

The ship shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bowstring, its speed far beyond what their previous large vessel could manage.

Fang Shuwen stood at the bow, feeling as if the wind were dancing across his fingertips. Gazing out at the vast, endless sea, a heroic feeling swelled in his heart.

But at the same time, a sudden realization seemed to dawn on him.

It was like a fleeting flash of Ling Guang streaking through the darkness...

His fingertips twitched, seeming to follow the wind, as if tracing its path.

But he soon shook his head.

Closing his eyes, he focused again on the traces of the wind.

He tried to grasp that spark of Ling Guang in his mind.

But it wasn’t as easy as he had imagined.

He was unwilling to let this fleeting insight slip away, so he immersed himself completely in the sensation.

He no longer heard Daoist Wuyi rummaging through chests and cupboards for food out of hunger.

Nor the sounds of Zuo Hong securing the sails.

The sound of the ship cutting through the water also vanished completely.

Of all the sounds around him, only the wind remained.

He even forgot the ship beneath his feet, and the sea beneath the ship.

He could no longer feel the scorching sun overhead.

All of his senses were filled with nothing but the wind.

The howling, biting, powerful... ever-changing wind!

He committed these traces of the wind to memory, bit by bit, gradually transforming them into a series of vague, indistinct movements.

Each movement was an attempt to merge the wind into it.

At the same time, the Wind God’s Fury from the Celestial Intent Four Symbols Technique he cultivated began to circulate in his mind.

In that instant, the movements in his mind violently converged with Wind God’s Fury.

What was once blurry suddenly became exceptionally clear.

He instantly grasped the fleeting flash of Ling Guang.

He snapped his eyes open. With a turn of his thoughts, the massive Wind God Dharma Aspect materialized behind him.

In a flash, all the wind roaming the sky gathered upon his Dharma Aspect.

Fang Shuwen’s fist and the Dharma Aspect’s fist clenched at almost the same time, and then they punched out with a thunderous roar!

This punch sent out not Fist Force, but wind.

A concentrated, unstoppable gale!

The wind carved a trench into the surface of the sea, kicking up layers upon layers of white spray.

At first, there was only a little, but in the blink of an eye, it grew into what looked like a great rolling dragon, stirring up monstrous waves.

The waves seemed to push the wind, or perhaps the wind was whipping up the spray, forming a water dragon that charged forward, covering a distance of a hundred zhang in an instant without any sign of stopping!

Everyone on the ship was stunned speechless by this scene.

Zuo Xuan stood by the sail, his mouth agape, as if he’d forgotten what day it was.

Zuo Hong rushed out from the cabin. Watching the massive waves gradually subside, she was utterly dumbfounded.

Zhou Zhengze, who had been practicing his martial arts on deck, dropped his weapon with a CLANG...

Even the black-clothed leader still kneeling on the deck looked as if he had seen a ghost. His gaze toward Fang Shuwen was not one directed at a person, but at a Demon God walking the mortal world.

Daoist Wuyi stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his fingers trembling slightly. He forced a composed expression onto his old face and managed to say,

"The force... is too scattered."

As soon as he said this, Fang Shuwen immediately nodded.

"You have a point. I’ll try again."

Seeing Fang Shuwen about to throw another punch, the corner of Daoist Wuyi’s mouth twitched. He felt his very Dao heart begin to waver.

He had just been spouting nonsense, yet this kid actually took him seriously... ’Does he really think that punch was nothing special?’

’What kind of immortal is this... Please, just stop with your divine powers!’

’What kind of heaven-defying comprehension is this? He just stood at the bow for a little while and comprehended a Fist Technique of such terrifying power?’

But how could he possibly know just how absurd Fang Shuwen’s five-fold comprehension truly was...

But just as Fang Shuwen was about to throw another punch to test it out, he suddenly stopped.

His brow furrowed slightly. He looked at the black-clothed leader and chuckled.

"A black ship with black sails, and the sails are embroidered with a gold trim.

"Whose ship is this?"

The black-clothed leader froze for a moment, and then his expression changed. He wanted to refuse to answer, but after one look at Fang Shuwen, he spoke in a low voice.

"Black Island has a total of nine masters.

"The one you see... should be the ship of the Ninth Master, Jin Yuheng."

Fang Shuwen had never heard that name, but Daoist Wuyi’s long eyebrows raised.

"’Young Master Blood Sword,’ Jin Yuheng?"