Chapter 11: Raid
"Can one’s body become like willow catkins, and cross a river with a single reed, or run on grass?"
"No." Zhang Kui’s face fell. "Don’t bring up those things from martial arts novels. To reach such a realm with martial arts, one must be almost extraordinary and transcendent."
"Can you cultivate True Qi?"
"There is no such thing as True Qi. The so-called breathing exercises aren’t meant to cultivate Inner Power True Qi. They’re intended to optimize the gas exchange in your organs to a highly efficient level, and once you reach a certain stage, it will gradually enhance your physique, thereby pushing your physique to the extreme."
Lu Ren couldn’t help but show disappointment on his face: "Then, what can you do?"
Zhang Kui struggled to remain composed, resisting the urge to plant his fist on Lu Ren’s face, while somewhat sadly flexing his muscles: "I can make those idiots calmly stand in front of you and talk."
In the past, it was hard for most people to find a pathway to learn martial arts. Nowadays, even when you stick yourself out, people dislike you.
The world is becoming degenerate, traditional martial arts are dying out!!!
Everyone knows Master Ma, but they don’t know that true traditional martial arts possess shockingly powerful force.
Unfortunately... those with even a bit of True Skill hide it and let the internet spread false claims that traditional martial arts are fake.
"Learned it!"
Zhang Kui smiled: "The entry-level fee is thirty thousand."