Chapter 20 Excruciating Pain

After this "comprehension" of the logic behind profound martial arts, Fang Nian found that his understanding of martial arts had made great progress.

Fang Nian could figure out exactly how Martial Ancestor used demonic energy to achieve either attack or defense in every move.

In this way, Fang Nian would immerse himself in understanding these moves at every moment.

Instead of just dry and boring learning.

"I have already deciphered the logic behind these moves, so I don't need to learn any mental techniques or the circuits for the circulation of demonic energy."

"Just do whatever you want to achieve your goal."

In learning, this is called mastering the material. You can solve problems without following the steps on the test paper, but rather you can integrate and apply other knowledge to solve them.

After understanding the moves, Fang Nian began to practice them one by one.

While practicing, imagine how you would use each move in a real fight.

When underachievers take initiative, the world goes completely awry.

Under this learning mode, Fang Nian did not feel tired at all. She learned one move after another without feeling fatigued at all.

On the contrary, they enjoyed it immensely.

It's like playing a level-based game.

It wasn't until the practice of one move that Fang Nian's left leg gave way, and she fell to the ground.

Looking down, I realized that my left calf had withered down to just bones.

However, Fang Nian forced herself to stand up, limping on one leg, and continued studying.

If you can't learn everything, you can't learn everything; even a half-baked skill is better than no skill at all.

After a long while, Fang Nian suddenly felt a sharp pain all over her body and collapsed to the ground.

Every move and every stance consumes the soul.

I was so engrossed in solving the problem that I didn't feel the bitterness before.

Now, all the bitterness has erupted together, and it's no longer just bitterness, but pain.

The pain was so intense it was almost unbearable.

Fang Nian lay on the ground, convulsing violently.

The next moment, he gritted his teeth and slowly got up, just as he had seen Qingqing dispel her fatigue before, to dispel the excruciating pain in his body.

Every bit of pain is an incredibly powerful force of the soul, propelling them forward with each movement.

It's like scraping your own flesh with a bone scraper.

Whether it was because Qingqing's personality was incomplete, or because she was just that strong, or because her accumulated fatigue was far less than Fang Nian's, in any case, Qingqing swept away everything in an instant.

Fang Nian pushed these feelings of weariness and bitterness away from her soul, as if she were scraping her still-bleeding wound with a steel wool pad.

The soul does not bleed profusely, but only flows with nectar.

If anyone saw Fang Nian looking like this, they would be extremely surprised.

Because only ghosts can actually drip soul liquid in droplets, and Fang Nian is dripping soul liquid at this moment.

A man should never admit that he is incapable, especially if he is stubborn and refuses to lose to his wife.

With a roar, everything was dispelled, and Fang Nian, his body restored to its original state, his flesh and blood fully restored, suddenly stood up: "Again!"

Once, again, and again.

On the fifth time, the Martial Ancestor's movements changed, becoming more effeminate.

"Qingqing!"

Once awake, Qingqing quickly got into a resting state: "Go and rest."

Fang Nian: "I feel that there is a pattern in his changes between Yin and Yang. Let's calculate the time, and I'll calculate it too, so we can verify it when we exchange next time."

"Remember, don't tell me your answer next time you exchange, otherwise it might affect my counting."

Qingqing nodded.

At this moment, Fang Nian felt so exhausted that the world was about to be destroyed, and she couldn't even move a finger to escape.

He fell to the ground, and even as he collapsed, he started snoring.

"Brother~"

When Fang Nian stood up, she saw that Qingqing was terribly pale.

So he quickly stepped forward.

Qingqing raised her hand: "Keep practicing, don't worry about me."

After saying that, Qingqing lay down and went to sleep.

After Fang Nian nodded, he began to cultivate with the Martial Ancestor.

This time, Fang Nian counted the time, and the method for counting the time was simple.

11, 12, 13, 14...20

When counting only two digits, each digit takes approximately one second to count.

While this may not be perfectly accurate, as long as the rhythm is right, the difference will not exceed one second within sixty seconds.

Even if the difference of sixty seconds is two or three seconds, it doesn't really matter.

Each time Fang Nian counted for one minute, he would deliberately leave a mark on the stone platform.

In other words, when a move is made at a specific point in time, it is aimed at the stone platform; if the move is not made at a specific point, it is simply released out of thin air.

When the sixty minutes are up, I will write down an even bigger trick of mine.

This is Fang Nian's mental space. Although it is on the forbidden battlefield of the battle for possession launched by the Martial Ancestor, Fang Nian is still able to control his own dream.

Therefore, counting the number of moves that destroy the ring is not too difficult.

During the process, Fang Nian kept analyzing the usage of each move, and made two mistakes, unable to recall whether she had kept count.

This means that two minutes were missed in the memorization.

However, it has little impact on the overall timing.

When she could no longer hold on, Fang Nian felt unbearable pain all over her body, as if there was a tangled mess of steel wool on her body. The worst part was that her body was covered in wounds.

He could only use violence to tear off all these negative things and stop them from entangled in his soul.

Such a violent tearing away of the net that tore away the torment of the soul is like a drowning person surfacing from underwater, finally able to breathe.

The soul remains as full as ever.

When her soul returned to its full state, Fang Nian counted the time; only six hours had passed.

What followed was a terrifying process that repeated itself over and over again!

This cycle repeated itself until the fifth time the pain struck, at which point Fang Nian felt it might be time for her shift to end.

Because the physical sensation at this moment is similar to the feeling of almost being unable to bear it during the first cultivation process.

Sure enough, a little over two hours later, the Martial Ancestor switched his fighting style.

Fang Nian: "Qingqing."

Qingqing woke up and immediately asked, "How was it? Did you count the time correctly?"

Fang Nian nodded.

Qingqing: "Let's say the numbers together."

Fang Nian: "Thirty-three hours."

Qingqing: "Thirty-three."

They exchanged a glance and made up their minds.

Fang Nian: "The time I counted was less than thirty-three hours, but I estimate that my calculation had an error of nearly one hour, so it should be thirty-three hours."

Qingqing: "Me too."

Fang Nian: "In other words, he switches his martial arts style every thirty-three hours, and each time we switch, it takes thirty-three hours."

Qingqing: "Things will be much better once the time is confirmed."

The most frightening thing in the world is not a crisis, but not knowing what will happen in the future.

Once you know the patterns, you can make a lot of preparations.

This is especially true psychologically.

After realizing that she needed to persevere for 33 hours instead of longer, Qingqing found her next martial arts training session much easier.

Once you're free from the fear of the unknown, it's actually much easier to persevere.

Although she would feel extremely tired after about 24 hours each time, and the fatigue and pain accumulated in her soul could no longer be easily eliminated, Qingqing still managed to persevere for 33 hours with relative ease.

Of course, by "relaxed," I mean not feeling so bad that you feel like you're about to die, but still feeling very uncomfortable.

After taking over, Fang Nian did not continue the timekeeping, but instead devoted himself to cultivation.

"This is the fourth alternation. Six thirty-three-hour periods, which is more than eight days. That means... he has been practicing martial arts non-stop for eight whole days, and he hasn't repeated a single move?!"

Just how many tricks does this old man have in his head?

Even if you were the best teacher in your past life, you wouldn't be able to come up with any new techniques or tricks after a day, right?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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