Chapter 109: What is Martial Arts?

  In the quiet night, a young couple walked silently across the snowy field, slowly heading towards Linjin City.

  That night was filled with too many unusual things, but none of them brought a shock as strong as that incredibly wonderful first contact.

  That strange feeling brought an extremely strong spiritual shock to both of them. Even Lin Feng couldn't help but recall the warm and smooth sensation when his fingers brushed against the girl's bud from time to time.

  It was really an unprecedented wonderful feeling!

  Fang Qing's eyes were slightly dazed, and she didn't dare to look at Lin Feng at all. The young man's warm hands seemed as if they had never left her chest. Her pretty face was full of blushes, and she walked forward with her head down, trampling the snow.

  "Qing Shuang..." Lin Feng's voice sounded from behind.

  "Hmm." Fang Qingxiang hastily replied.

  "What just happened... I didn't mean to, don't be angry!" Lin Feng said in a low voice.

  Isn't it intentional? Hehe. Then what's going on with that pinch?

  Fang Qingxue's expression turned slightly gloomy, and she responded vaguely with a murmur: "Mm-hmm." Then she lowered her head again, falling back into silence.

  Lin Feng himself had no experience in handling such things and could only shut his mouth.

  That strange feeling made him have a subtle yearning in his heart, but he knew that he liked Ye Zi, and Qingfeng doing this was wrong.

  It's right for Zhuangzi to control his hand like this, but can he say that to Qingxu?

  The two of them each harbored their own thoughts and silently traversed the snowy plain until they arrived at the foot of Linjin City.

  The Wulin Light Cavalry Camp outside the city was quiet, and on the city wall, several duty-bound Black Armor Heavy Cavalry Knights were still standing upright in the wind and snow. Apparently, the battle in the snowy field earlier did not disturb Linjin City.

  After entering the city, the two of them followed the original path and returned to the barracks of the original Red Tiger Army.

  Qin Hao told them not to make a fuss about this matter, so the two of them didn't want to disturb others either.

  At this time, the night was still deep, and most of the knights were still resting. However, there was a figure in the hall.

  Su Yan

  Seeing Lin Feng bring Fang Qingfeng back, Su Yan let out a sigh of relief and smiled: "Lin brother, you and Qingfeng went out so late! What did you guys go out to do?"

  "What are you doing going out? Is it any of your business?" Fang Qingfeng's pretty face suddenly turned cold.

  Su Yan was taken aback.

  Since getting to know Fang Qingxiang, she had always been carefree and composed. When had she ever lost her composure like this?

  "I'm going to sleep! Lin Ge, Qingfeng, see you tomorrow." Seeing Fang Qingfeng's face full of discontent, Su Yan forced a smile and hastily retreated back to his own room.

  "Qing Shuang..." Looking at the girl's dazed eyes, Lin Feng said softly.

  "Lin Ge, I'm also going to rest. See you tomorrow." Fang Qingfeng took a deep look at Lin Feng and entered his own room, closing the door behind him.

  Lin Feng shook his head and entered his own room.

  At this time, he didn't have a bit of fatigue, his mind was extremely clear.

  His heart would occasionally recall the soft and smooth chest of the young girl, and Ye Zi's slender figure would also flash before his eyes from time to time.

  "Heh heh, kiddo, how's it going? You've tasted the sweetness and know the benefits of women now, don't you?" The sly voice of Zhuang Lao echoed, "Don't you want to do it again?"

  "You're one to talk! It's all your fault!" Lin Feng said in annoyance.

  "Haha! You're a hypocrite, you clearly want to but don't dare admit it! Honestly, this girl is pretty good, if you miss out on her you'll regret it. Now that she's interested in you, what are you waiting for? If you seize the opportunity, you'll experience something ten times more wonderful than this, hehe!" Old Zhuang laughed and said.

  "Get out! You're just afraid she'll mention what happened tonight. Don't worry, I understand her, she won't say a word."

  "You believe her, but I don't," said Old Man Zhuang with a hum. "Anyway, you young man should be careful from now on and not use the Vermilion Bird's Infinite Transformations Technique easily, especially the power of fire attributes, otherwise trouble will come knocking on your door."

  "I remember!" Lin Feng nodded.

  After being with Zhuang Lao for so long, he also knew that Zhuang Lao was now wholeheartedly for his own good. The main reason why Dui Fang Qing Shuang did so was still afraid of accidents happening to himself.

  Recalling Qin Hao's performance tonight, Lin Feng couldn't help but sigh: "Martial artists are really formidable! When can I reach the level of Brother Qin Hao now?"

  Zhuang Lao's face turned serious and he said, "Lin Feng, don't envy others' strength. Any power gained is not obtained easily, it must be accompanied by endless hard work and sweat. Envying others' strength is useless. Your talent is not bad, just follow the rules and you will definitely create your own glory."

  Lin Feng nodded, yes, others' strength is others', and one's own is one's own. Rather than envying others' current greatness, it's better to work hard and make oneself even stronger.

  "Zhuang Lao, is Qin Hao really a third-level martial artist? With such a powerful martial artist, does the Xuan Jia Heavy Cavalry still have a reason to exist?" Lin Feng asked doubtfully.

  Slaying nearly a hundred Red Tiger Army soldiers without exerting any effort, and striking down Shen Yilong, another martial artist, with just one distant sword strike. In the face of such powerful warriors, what use is the Xuan Jia Heavy Cavalry?

  Zhuang Lao laughed and said, "Lin Feng, an army with low-level to mid-level Body Refining cultivators as its core is only found in such a desolate place. In stronger sects, there are armies composed entirely of high-level Body Refining cultivators, and in even stronger sects, there are even armies composed of martial artists!"

  "Take Qin Hao for example, even if he is a third-level martial artist! He can easily annihilate 100 Red Tiger Army because the Red Tiger Army is too weak. But what if he faces an army composed entirely of strong masters of the eighth and ninth levels of the Tiger Fist? Can he still win so easily? If he were to face an entire Red Tiger Army composed of first-level martial artists, I'm afraid he would have to flee in defeat!"

  "To defeat a powerful enemy, a human wave tactic is always an effective method. The situation today is due to the fact that the gap in strength between the two sides is too large."

  Lin Feng nodded and also understood what Old Man Zhuang meant.

  Yes, one hundred low-level Red Tiger Army soldiers cannot withstand Qin Hao. If it were one hundred first-class warriors, Qin Hao would naturally be unable to resist. When the level difference between the two sides is not great, the human sea tactics will naturally take effect.

  One hundred sheep cannot contend with one tiger; a pack of one hundred hungry wolves, the tiger also has to flee at the mere wind.

  Zhuang Lao continued, "Apart from one's own level, equipment is also a decisive factor in determining strength. The items held by these Red Tiger Army members are the lowest grade of Symbol Dao equipment. On the other hand, Qin Hao's long sword is specially designed for warriors and possesses immense power. If these Red Tiger Army members were equipped with powerful gear, such as mid-grade or higher Symbol Dao equipment, even if they just stood there allowing Qin Hao to attack, he would not be able to harm them."

  "Moreover, a warrior's body is actually equivalent to the ninth level of internal martial arts. They are so powerful because they can absorb yuanqi from heaven and earth, imprint it with their own mark, and then use this energy to attack. However, the amount of energy that can be absorbed into the body is limited after all, so a warrior's attacks cannot last long. A warrior who has exhausted all his yuanqi can be defeated by an ordinary talismanic weapon. Facing a swarm of thousands of troops, as long as one is made of flesh and blood, there will always come a time when strength is exhausted, and even the noble warriors are no exception."

  "It turned out to be like this." Lin Feng nodded, and he also gained a deeper understanding of the warrior.

  The body of a martial artist is equivalent to that of a 9th dan master of Tiger Shape Fist! The intensity of this body seems to be the limit of a strong person.

  The power of a martial artist comes from internalizing the primordial energy of heaven and earth!

  Once a warrior's internal energy is depleted, they can no longer be considered a true warrior. At this point, they become relatively fragile.

  That is, can be killed.

  So in the struggle of the three major sects south of the Tian Nan mountain range, although both sides have warriors, they all have a large number of strong body refining troops.

  Such an army is also a threat to low-level warriors!

  Here, the heavy cavalry of the Luoyun Sect has an important existence. A sufficient number of heavy cavalry is something that even warriors dare not confront head-on!

  "Why did the strong ones on the Xuanwu Continent create so many large and small forces? Actually, the reason is the same, many low-level strong people gather together, it's a very powerful force."

  "So, Lin Feng, don't hesitate. As a member of the Xuanwu Heavy Cavalry, this life of blood and fire is precious to you, and it also has its own unique role."

  "I understand!" Lin Feng nodded.

  "I hope you really understand!" said Zhuang Lao Dao, "I'm tired, I need to rest!" As he spoke, he directly closed his eyes in the Yu Zun space.

  "Who made you waste energy controlling my body? It's not uncommon!" Lin Feng thought angrily.

  …………

  Lin Feng still had no sleepiness, crossed his legs and meditated, trying to comprehend the Tiger Form Fist, but today's events were still lingering in his mind.

  The secret of Father's last battle that year, the terrifying strength of a martial artist, and most importantly, the warm, smooth, and strange sensation on Fang Qingfeng's chest.

  This made it impossible for him to immerse himself in his practice.

  Outside Linjin Castle, on the distant snowy plain.

  Qin Hao's figure reappeared in the place where the Red Tiger Army was strewn with corpses.

  Looking afar at Linjin City, Qin Hao waved his hand, and a brilliant light shot up into the sky.

  His figure disappeared again in the wind and snow.

  Linzong City

  The knights on duty at the city gate and the Wuling light cavalry outside the city saw the signal, the Wuling light cavalry quickly mounted their war horses, while the Xuanjia heavy cavalry knights galloped back to the Chitu army camp at high speed.

  In a small hotel room, Xiao Yang and Ma Lian'er were reminiscing about the past when they saw this brilliant light in the distance.

  "Emergency military order! That's the target!" Xiao Yang quickly stood up.

  "Has the fight started? Let's go, damn it!" Ma Lian'er immediately broke free from her nostalgic emotions and excitedly licked her lips.

  "Return to the military camp immediately!" Xiao Yang also did not hesitate.

  A moment later, Xiao Yang led sixty heavy armored cavalrymen out of the nest and charged towards the place where the light burst.