When Yang Wu obtained the "Soldier Fist" from the Battle Skill Stele, he felt that it was only a soldier-level battle skill and didn't take it to heart. However, he suddenly felt that the Soldier Fist in the Battle Skill Stele seemed to be moving, so he couldn't help but pay attention to it.
In the past half a year, he had continuously used the Soldier Fist. Ordinary straight punches, uppercuts, and whip punches were all variations of the Soldier Fist and could be done by any martial artist. He hadn't been able to obtain any unexpected gains from the "Soldier Fist".
This time, Yang Wu didn't have any worries and vented his unhappiness on the Rose of Death. He used the Soldier Fist to attack and didn't hold back at all with every punch. He used all of his strength. His soul and body became one and he mastered the simple moves of the Soldier Fist through a comprehensive study. Suddenly, he had an inexplicable gain.
It was as if he had become one with these fist techniques. Every punch had an additional consciousness, causing the power of the fist energy to rapidly increase.
Rumble, rumble!
The Rose of Death continuously attacked and was able to block Yang Wu's fist energy. However, as Yang Wu changed, she clearly felt that it was a little strenuous.
"Why did the power of the Soldier Fist suddenly become stronger?" The Rose of Death wondered in her heart.
She had no choice but to increase her strength and continue to deal with it. At the same time, she observed Yang Wu's changes. She wanted to understand why Yang Wu had such a change.
Soon, she discovered the mystery behind it. She saw that Yang Wu's emotions had already calmed down. Every punch and every style seemed to be thrown out smoothly. His body was coordinated to an extreme, and a kind of will was released. Fist techniques were originally simplified, but now he simplified it again. The simple and direct fist technique was displayed to the extreme. Every punch contained an indomitable force. Meet gods, kill gods. Meet ghosts, kill ghosts. It was overbearing to the extreme.
The Rose of Death was almost hit by Yang Wu's straight punch. Fortunately, she retreated quickly enough. However, the place where she was just standing was smashed into a long crack by Yang Wu's punch. Many rocks were crushed into powder by the force of this punch.
"This is fist intent!" The Rose of Death cried out in surprise.
Every combat skill was divided into the stages of Nuance, Proficiency, Mastery, and Perfection. However, there was also an "Extraordinary Concept" that surpassed these four stages. It would break through the restrictions of the combat skill and reach the peak of simplicity to unleash the most powerful attack.
This kind of concept was a kind of willpower that would eventually evolve into a Dao. Just like the Dao of Death that Yang Wu currently possessed, it was a Martial Dao formed through the Will of Death.
Nuance, Proficiency, Mastery, Perfection, Intent, and Martial Dao.
This was a martial artist's pursuit of combat skills, the ultimate path to the strongest.
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Once he possessed Fist Intent, he would be able to unleash Fist Intent from any combat skill. It would be an invincible Dao.
The Divine Court Dao Flower in Yang Wu's mind continuously condensed this Fist Intent and quickly branded it deeply. It wasn't that easy to turn it into a Martial Dao. Yang Wu still needed to comprehend Fist Intent before it could become a Martial Dao.
There were three thousand Great Daos, and every one of them was an invincible Martial Dao.
The more Yang Wu attacked, the more ferocious he became. He activated the Celestial Chi in his body and finally put the Rose of Death in a difficult position.
"Yang Wu, you're really taking me as a punching bag, aren't you? Then I'll let you have a taste of my true strength!" Seeing that Yang Wu didn't have any protective feelings for the fairer sex, the Rose of Death became annoyed. The Rose Sword appeared in her hand and she thrust it forward.
The Rose Blossomed!
The black rose quietly bloomed in the cold winter and exploded with extremely powerful destructive power. It was enough to destroy a small mountain on the spot.
Yang Wu entered his strongest combat state. Clouds and mist swirled around his Peach Core Dantian. His meridians and acupoints were all exploding. Blue Celestial Chi gathered on his fist as he stepped into the Dragon Turtle Water Suppressing Stance. The force of his fist condensed into a wave and instantly rushed out as if it was going to destroy everything.
Seeing Yang Wu's move, the Silver Patterned Turtle exclaimed, "This is the battle technique of my Turtle Clan. It's so powerful!"
Rumble, rumble!
Another wave of attacks collided. Everything in the surroundings was swept away by the attacks, forming a small storm that didn't stop for a long time.
When everything disappeared, a figure was shaken to the point of quickly retreating, almost falling to the ground.
This figure was the Rose of Death.
As for Yang Wu, he stood in place. All the rocks around him had been completely cleared away and there was nothing left. He stared blankly at his fist with an expression of disbelief. "How … how did my strength become so strong?"
He had entered a state of emptiness just now and didn't know that he had comprehended fist intent.
"Are you still a man? How could you be so ruthless to me!" The Rose of Death said with slight embarrassment.
Her angry appearance had a different flavor. If the other generals saw it, their jaws would drop. Was this still the cold and emotionless Rose of Death they knew?
Yang Wu came back to his senses and scratched the back of his head. He laughed dryly. "Hehe, sorry! I couldn't control myself for a moment. I didn't hurt you, did I? "
The Rose of Death saw Yang Wu's appearance and couldn't be angry anymore. She only pursed her lips and said, "It's not that easy to hurt me with your little strength."
Yang Wu walked over and said seriously, "Rose, thank you."
"Thank me for what?"
"Thank you for letting me vent. Thank you for letting me comprehend fist intent!"
"Just because of this?" The Rose of Death said with dissatisfaction.
"Of course, it's not because of this or why," Yang Wu said very seriously.
The Rose of Death was infuriated by Yang Wu. She scolded, "You bastard!"
She turned to leave after saying that.
Now, her mood had changed because of Yang Wu. It was really unbearable.
However, Yang Wu was like a fool and didn't understand her thoughts at all. She was so angry that she couldn't speak anymore.
Just as she was about to leave, Yang Wu quickly grabbed her arm and didn't let her go.
"Let go!" The Rose of Death shouted.
However, what awaited her was Yang Wu's warm embrace. Her slender waist fell into Yang Wu's strong and powerful arms and she couldn't struggle anymore. She felt Yang Wu's oppressive masculine aura and her body inexplicably softened. Her face quickly heated up and her heart beat very quickly.
"My dear master, I'm still a child!" The silver-patterned tortoise in the distance let out a strange cry and quickly hid behind a rock. It shrunk into its shell and didn't look at this scene that was inappropriate for children.
"Rose, don't be angry, okay? I didn't mean to anger you, "Yang Wu said extremely gently.
"If you're not angry, then what are you doing? Hurry … hurry and let go of me." The Rose of Death's tone wasn't as confident as before. Her heart was in a mess and she couldn't control it. This feeling was something she had never felt before.
"You're so beautiful. Let me hug you for a while. I'm afraid I won't have this chance in the future." Yang Wu buried his face in the Rose of Death's beautiful hair and sighed softly.
At this time, the Rose of Death could feel Yang Wu's physical and mental exhaustion. She then remembered that he was still a youth who wasn't even 18 years old. He must have experienced many unknown hardships in order to vent like that.
"Why won't you have a chance? Do you want to leave?" The Rose of Death asked in return.
"I want to leave, but some people don't want me to leave and want to trap me at the border!"
"Can you tell me about it?"
"Yes, I'll tell you."
… …
During this period of time, Yang Wu had suppressed himself too much. He finally fought for the opportunity to return to the capital, but it was mercilessly suppressed by an imperial edict. How unsatisfied was he in his heart? He needed someone to talk to. If the Rose of Death was willing to listen, then he was willing to talk. Perhaps it would be more comfortable to talk about it.
He simply told the Rose of Death what he had experienced. He originally thought that the Rose of Death would sympathize with him, but who knew that the Rose of Death would say with disdain, "You're troubled over such a small matter?"
"Is this still a small matter?" Yang Wu asked in confusion.
"Hehe, compared to my matter, this matter can't be any smaller." The Rose of Death sneered.
"Could it be that you also have something that's hard to talk about?" Yang Wu asked curiously.
"It's nothing, it's all in the past. Let's talk about you. Your matter really can't be any smaller. I don't understand what you're troubled over." The Rose of Death responded and paused for a moment before continuing, "Putting aside your current military status, you're already a genuine medicine king. Do you know what it means to be a medicine king? A medicine king can casually rope in experts to rely on and form their own power. Just like the 'Medicine King's Pavilion' in Da Xia. Even the current emperor has to be courteous to them and doesn't dare to do anything out of line to them. He even conferred that medicine king as a duke. This shows the nobility of a medicine king's status. How old are you right now? You're already a genuine medicine king and can only be stronger than those old fellows in the Medicine King's Pavilion. If you want to return to the capital, who dares to stop you? Moreover, you were originally just a small soldier in the Death Legion. You've already maxed out your contribution points and can leave the army on your own. Who can restrict you in this vast world? "
It was fine if the Rose of Death didn't speak, but once she did, her words were clear and logical.
After Yang Wu heard this, he felt as if the moon had been lifted from the clouds and he suddenly saw the light. However, he still had some doubts and said, "But my parents are still locked up by them and I want to restore my Yang family's reputation. None of this can escape the imperial family's obstruction!"
"You're truly smart for your entire life but foolish for this moment. As long as you reveal your identity as a medicine king, even the imperial family will lower themselves to rope you in. Your parents will definitely be released. Of course, there's no denying that the imperial family will spare no effort to capture you and imprison you as well. Then your only way is to rebel and eliminate the imperial family. Don't say that you don't have this ability, your master is completely capable of doing it." The Rose of Death shifted her body. She felt something poking her butt and asked, "What are you using to poke me? Hurry and move it away."
After speaking, she even grabbed behind her.
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