Chapter 14: The Fierce Overlord Fist

The two bantered all the way back to the villa. By the time they returned, night had fallen, with the sunset dyeing half the sky red. Qin Ruo stood on the third-floor balcony, lighting up a cigarette and taking a drag.

"Landlord, I'm going to watch a movie. Want to come along?" Xia Fei Xuan's pleasant voice came from below.

"Nah, you go ahead. Be safe at night," Qin Ruo replied.

Watching Xia Fei Xuan's departing figure, Qin Ruo suddenly thought of that long-sealed memory of her. He murmured softly with a smile, "Shi Yao, you really look a lot like her."

Alone on the balcony, smoking in solitude, Qin Ruo shook off the strange thoughts in his heart. He boiled a pot of water, brewed a cup of tea, and leisurely sat in a chair reading the newspaper.

With a mental age thirty years ahead, he was living the leisurely life of a fifty-something retiree.

Perhaps finding it too boring, Qin Ruo rarely decided to practice a set of fist techniques called Overlord Fist.

This fist technique had extraordinarily powerful destructive force, incorporating the essence of various Chinese martial arts. Its creator had absorbed the best parts, fusing Taiji Fist, Bagua Fist, Wing Chun, and more into one.

Thus forming this fist technique named Overlord Fist!

This was something his master had taught him back in the day, claiming that in the modern world, only he and Qin Ruo knew it, hyping it up as the most awesome thing ever.

Qin Ruo didn't really buy the old man's boasts, but the fist technique was indeed very effective.

As soon as he started practicing, a powerful aura erupted on the balcony—his presence unmoving, but the fist winds already stirring.

Overlord Fist consisted of seven forms: First Form—Gathering Storm, Second Form—Sweeping a Thousand Armies, Third Form—Mountain Collapse and Earth Split.

Qin Ruo had currently cultivated up to the Second Form, Sweeping a Thousand Armies. As the name implied, even facing hundreds or thousands of enemies, he could hold them off with just his bare palms!

"Gathering Storm!" Qin Ruo shouted lowly. Suddenly, a gust of wind swirled around him, and he began practicing with lightning speed.

Boom, boom, boom!

Fist winds howled like thunder. Qin Ruo's movements seemed slow at times, yet incredibly fast at others.

Half an hour later, Qin Ruo was panting and bent over, exhaling heavily. "Just a few rounds of Sweeping a Thousand Armies, and I'm out of strength. Looks like I haven't fully comprehended it yet!"

After finishing, Qin Ruo sat cross-legged on the ground, following his master's breathing method to gather and expel qi. First, one inhale and three exhales to purge the stale qi from his chest, then three inhales and one exhale, cycling repeatedly until the fatigue in his body gradually faded.

As time slowly passed, Qin Ruo entered a state of deep focus. A faint mist seemed to shroud his entire body, making his figure appear blurry from afar, as if enveloped in fog.

If an internal martial arts expert saw this, they would be utterly shocked—qi energy penetrating outward to form a thin mist was the hallmark of peak qi energy!

Though the era of cold weapons was long gone, with hot weapons dominating, true experts were still those martial arts masters. Chinese martial arts had been passed down for five thousand years, and cultivators remained as numerous as ever.

However, most only knew the basics, simple self-defense techniques. Those who reached peak qi energy were far too rare—they were the real masters.

Of course, this was relative. China still had many intact schools and sects. Whether major renowned schools teeming with talent or reclusive families with few members, peak qi energy experts were still plentiful.

Some even surpassed qi energy, reaching an even more terrifying transformation realm!

Qin Ruo didn't know the specific name of his lineage; the old man had never said. He only knew it was passed down single-lineage, with the old man having just this one disciple in his life.

The moon was bright and stars sparse; it was already early morning. Qin Ruo let out a long breath, feeling refreshed, full of vigor, and wide awake.

Pacing a few circles outside, Qin Ruo noticed Xia Fei Xuan still hadn't returned. He stretched lazily, planning to head back to his room to sleep.

Just as he was about to descend from the balcony, he suddenly heard chaotic footsteps from afar, mixed with alarming shouts of battle. By the time they reached his ears, they were faint and barely audible.

"Bin Hai nights sure are lively," Qin Ruo muttered, rubbing his eyes. What did it have to do with him anyway?

Before the words even finished, urgent knocking suddenly erupted from downstairs.

"Hm?" Qin Ruo quickly returned to the balcony and glanced at the villa door, where a burly black shadow stood outside.