On the thirteenth level of the illusory martial pagoda.
This was an arena that was over ten meters in length and width. In the center stood a bare-chested burly man, looking over with an unfriendly expression.
His opponent was over two meters tall and looked like a giant. Just standing before him gave off a suffocating pressure.
"Young man, are you my opponent in the UFC?" That burly man looked down at Feng Lin and spoke in a low voice.
UFC？
Unrestricted ultimate combat!
This was a mixed martial arts competition that originated from Ancient Earth and became increasingly popular in the Interstellar Era. Its rule was that there were no rules. As long as no weapons were used, all methods could be used. Mixed martial arts, Muay Thai, karate, genetic martial arts …
This was a true unrestricted free-for-all combat. It was widely sought after by combat fans in the Interstellar Era.
The illusory martial pagoda really knew how to play!
Feng Lin thought to himself. At the same time, he couldn't help but guess why the illusory martial pagoda had constructed so many different combat scenes and expended so much energy.
There must be a deeper purpose behind letting people experience different styles of martial arts battles.
Feng Lin's blurry comprehension gradually became clearer, but it was still separated by a layer of fog. He couldn't see through it and couldn't guess it.
After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure it out. However, he didn't feel too conflicted.
Since he couldn't figure it out, then he shouldn't think about it anymore.
Since this comprehension came from combat, then he would return to combat.
If he couldn't figure it out, then it must be because he hadn't battled enough.
Feng Lin's fighting spirit was stimulated and he once again entered the battle.
Lion Fist!
This opponent was a UFC fighter. He had a burly figure and disheveled hair. He was like a ferocious lion in human form. The fist technique he used was also extremely violent and ferocious, emitting a ferocious aura that could shake one's soul.
Feng Lin had never heard of this fist technique before, but he could clearly feel that he was facing the king of the jungle. He couldn't suppress the fear in his heart, and he couldn't unleash his martial arts.
With his heart being restrained, Feng Lin couldn't unleash his moves, and it was hard for him to unleash the prowess of his moves.
His opponent's attacks were like tidal waves, ferocious and ferocious.
After exchanging a few punches, Feng Lin was at a disadvantage and quickly distanced himself.
Unleash the advantage of speed!
Feng Lin thought to himself and used the same move again. his entire body moved rapidly, forming many after-images.
Eight Trigrams Palm!
The Eight Trigrams Palm, also known as the Swimming Eight Trigrams Palm or the Eight Trigrams Chain Palm, was an ancient Huaxia martial art that focused on the transformation of palm techniques and the movement of the steps. It emphasized that the body was like a swimming dragon and the waist was like an axis, avoiding the heavy attacks and taking advantage of the light attacks to attack when the opponent was unprepared.
Feng Lin's feet moved in the eight trigrams, and he kept on circling around like a hurricane.
Although his opponent's attacks were ferocious, his speed was extremely slow. However, Feng Lin dodged his attacks and used his palm as a blade to attack his opponent's vital spots.
Feng Lin's vitality stat was above his opponent to begin with. Now that he had found a strategy, he was able to turn the situation around.
He was like a skilled beast tamer teasing a ferocious lion.
The king of the forest seemed fierce and wanted to devour people, but under the superb skills, it was nothing more than baring its fangs and brandishing its claws. Its fangs and claws became completely useless, and it posed no threat at all.
"Coward, do you only know how to run? If you have the guts, fight me head-on! "The burly man was so angry that he roared again and again. He seemed very real, as if he were a living person.
A head-on battle?
What a joke!
Feng Lin's eyes were as calm as ever. He wasn't agitated at all.
Clearly, he already had a huge advantage, yet he gave up on his strong points. Wasn't he a fool?
Feng Lin clearly wasn't a fool. He made full use of his speed advantage and toyed with his opponent. Finally, when he found an opportunity, he used an extremely crafty move called "Hidden Flower Under Leaves" to blast his opponent into dregs.
Genetic potential + 20%.
This time around, he moved around and didn't fight head-on. It was extremely easy, and he didn't gain much genetic potential.
Feng Lin felt that he had vaguely found a battle style that was the most suitable for him. After that, the more he fought, the easier it was.
The guardian of the 14th level was a beautiful lady dressed in black. She hid in the darkness and couldn't be guarded against. She was proficient in using the Tang Sect's hidden weapons and had been hiding in the dark to shoot them from afar.
The hidden weapons were as dense as a net, leaving no space for him to dodge.
However, Feng Lin relied on his agility and speed to evade them, finding a way out.
After that, he didn't show mercy just because his opponent was a lady. He ruthlessly killed her.
Genetic potential + 18%.
The reward for this level was the Flower Piercing Butterfly Hands. One had to awaken the "Precision Gene" before they could control the power and precision of each hidden weapon, unleashing their prowess to the greatest extent.
Feng Lin clearly didn't have this gene, so he naturally couldn't learn it.
The greatest difference between genetic martial arts and ancient martial arts was that one had to have the corresponding gene before they could learn it.
Feng Lin could only leave regretfully and continue to ascend the pagoda.
On the 15th level of the illusory martial pagoda, the guardian this time around was an expert who used a great spear.
Saber for a year, staff for a month, spear for a lifetime.
The great spear was the king of cold weapons. It was the hardest to master, but once it was mastered, its prowess would be extremely great.
This guardian's spear was deadly with every strike. It was like quicksilver spilling onto the ground, not leaving any gaps. The blade of the spear spun, stirring up gusts of wind. It was shaped like a pear flower, and its sharpness was unparalleled.
The spear light shot through the air, leaving traces on the surrounding walls.
It was hard for Feng Lin to face it head-on with his bare hands. He moved around rapidly, and after a hundred exchanges, he finally found a gap and snatched the guardian's weapon away, destroying it.
Genetic potential + 21%.
This time, the genetic martial art, Pear Flower Storm Spear, required him to awaken the "Storm Gene" to control the wind. Clearly, Feng Lin didn't have it and could only give up helplessly.
Level 14, level 15. There was no doubt that his opponent's vitality was already nearing his.
However, the difficult battle he had expected didn't happen. Feng Lin won all of them easily.
After several battles, he finally understood his own combat style.
There weren't many tricks to combat. It could be summed up in four words: play to one's strengths and avoid one's weaknesses.
Using one's strengths to attack one's opponent's weaknesses, one would naturally be invincible.
Feng Lin knew that because he hadn't learned martial arts systematically before, the mastery of martial arts moves was his weakness. His strength was speed.
Yes, speed!
In the world of martial arts, there was nothing that couldn't be overcome, only speed couldn't be overcome!
Unleashing speed to the extreme was his way of doing things.
Maybe this was the greatest purpose of the illusory martial pagoda. It was to allow people to continuously spar with illusory martial arts masters and find the most suitable combat style for themselves.
After experiencing several difficult battles, the martial experience Feng Lin had obtained finally transformed into his own unique comprehension. He had a unique martial outlook.
Humans had three outlooks: the world, values, and outlook on life.
Cultivators also had a martial outlook. It was a comprehensive understanding of martial arts and one's own strength. One had to use their heart to comprehend it. There was a professional term in cultivation called the martial heart, or martial heart for short.
If a cultivator didn't have a martial heart, they would be like a wax spear head that looked impressive but was useless.
They would have a body full of vitality but not much battle prowess.
The smile on Feng Lin's face grew more and more confident as he continued to harvest genetic potential.
His genetic potential rose to 192%, and he was about to obtain another two genetic points.
Feng Lin ascended the pagoda once again. This time around, he went up to level 16.
He didn't know that the school's A.I. recorded his vitality as 1.5. When he reached level 16 of the illusory martial pagoda, his opponent's vitality was 1.6. This was completely a battle of a higher level.
His attainments in martial arts were no longer weak!
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