prynovel Chapter 49 Air Membrane
Chapter 49 Air Membrane
After leaving the Zhao family's old house, Lin Mu did not go directly back to the villa, but went to the butcher shop first.
When the burly man saw him come in, he instinctively reached for the pottery jar of deer blood under the chopping board, but Lin Mu waved his hand and only bought two catties of beef and three beef bones, which he wrapped in oil paper and took away.
Lin Mu carried the beef and beef bones through the bluestone path of the inner city, Zhao Hu's last words replaying in his mind.
"Yan Hua stayed at Changfeng Martial Arts School for the Zou family's body-forging techniques."
"Starting with internal strength, practitioners can attach a layer of energy film to their body surface, which contains the internal strength of the fist techniques they have practiced."
"If someone hits this air membrane, not only will they not be harmed, but it will also trigger a counterattack from internal force."
"The Zou family's body-forging techniques only go up to the Transformation Realm; the methods for cultivating beyond that level have been lost."
He pushed open the courtyard gate, placed the beef and bones on the stove, and turned to walk into the backyard. The jujube leaves rustled in the night breeze, and the moonlight spilled onto the blue bricks, carpeting the ground in silver.
He took off his outer shirt and stood shirtless under the tree.
Zhao Hu said that the more hidden force of boxing techniques contained in the air membrane, the richer the layers of counterattack.
Lin Muhui's boxing style is not limited to one type—Long Wind Fist, Fierce Tiger Fist, Wind-Controlling Spear, Whip Kick—if all of them were engraved on the air membrane, then this seemingly fragile membrane would become a thorny armor.
He closed his eyes and slowly began to circulate his body-strengthening technique.
He closed his eyes and slowly began to circulate his body-strengthening technique.
The hidden energy in the dantian was like a silkworm spinning silk, being drawn out strand by strand.
With your mind guiding the way, spread your inner strength evenly from your chest to your shoulders, from your shoulders to your back, and from your back to your limbs.
Everything went smoothly at first.
The hidden energy was like a layer of warm glaze, thinly covering the skin. He could feel it flowing slowly, evenly, and steadily across his body.
Then came the Long Wind Fist—he tried to imprint the straight-line force of a through wind onto this membrane.
The moment the force touched the membrane, it was like a red-hot iron needle piercing thin ice; the entire membrane trembled violently, and countless fine cracks appeared along its edges.
Before he could even try to fix it with his mind, the cracks spread across the entire surface of the membrane in an instant.
"puff."
A very faint, muffled sound, like bubbles bursting at the bottom of the water.
The newly formed air membrane burst open in the center of his chest, and the hidden force poured out from the breach like a flood that had broken its dam, becoming unstoppable.
He tried desperately to block it with his mind, but the more he tried to block it, the faster his strength dissipated.
In just a few breaths, the entire membrane shattered and dissipated on the skin's surface, leaving not a trace.
Again.
He continued to condense the air film.
This time he didn't rush; his strength was fine and even, like applying a thin layer of glaze to the skin with a brush.
The membrane has formed.
Extremely thin and fragile, like a transparent eggshell covering the body.
He carefully maintained the membrane, and then began to add the force of his fist upwards.
First came the Long Wind Fist.
He engraved the straight force of the through wind onto the membrane—as soon as the force touched the air membrane, the membrane surface trembled violently, and fine cracks appeared at the edges.
He quickly stopped exerting force, using his mind to stabilize the crack, while simultaneously pressing the force down to make it thinner and more even.
The membrane barely held up, and the power of the Long Wind Fist flowed slowly across its surface, like a very thin stream.
Then he tried to add a second force—the spiral of the Wind-Controlling Spear.
Spiral force is more difficult to adhere to than the others because it is not linear but rotational.
Lin Mu closed his eyes and used his mind to condense a thin line, guiding the spiral force to rotate round and round on the membrane.
The first time it was turned too fast, the membrane was torn open, and the hidden force leaked out through the tear.
He gritted his teeth and slowed the spiral speed by half, while using his mind to repair the breach—this time, the spiral force merged into the structure of the air membrane itself, becoming part of the air membrane.
Sweat began to bead on his forehead.
The third type is the fierce and powerful force of the Tiger Fist.
This force was unstoppable, and it almost tore the air membrane apart as soon as it touched it.
Lin Mu used his mind to wrap the fierce force, like wrapping a blade with cotton cloth, and pressed it into the membrane little by little.
The force of the Fierce Tiger Fist surged and crashed across the membrane for a while before gradually subsiding, flowing alongside the forces of the Long Wind Fist and the Wind-Controlling Spear.
Sweat dripped from his chin onto the blue bricks.
Finally, there's the explosive spiral force of the whip kick.
With the experience of using the wind-controlling gun, this step went more smoothly than I had imagined.
He attached the spiral force to the outermost layer of the membrane—this was the first line of defense and the last line of defense in the counterattack.
After all the force of the punches settled on the air membrane, the entire membrane emitted a very faint hum, like a bronze bell being gently struck.
Under the moonlight, his skin shimmered with a faint, almost imperceptible sheen—so faint it was barely visible, yet undeniably present.
The penetrating power of the Long Wind Fist, the spiraling power of the Wind Control Spear, the fierce power of the Fierce Tiger Fist, and the explosive power of the Whip Kick—four layers of force flowed slowly across the membrane, wave after wave.
Lin Mu stood under the jujube tree, feeling the presence of this membrane.
It is a net woven from hidden strength.
He could feel the force surging back and forth on the membrane, like a pond full of water, waiting for a single drop to fall to create a thousand waves.
Then a feeling of exhaustion washed over me like a torrent.
The hidden energy in his dantian was completely drained, his legs felt like they were filled with lead, his knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the blue bricks under the jujube tree.
Every muscle in his body was trembling, and he couldn't muster even a trace of inner strength. Sweat streamed from his forehead into his eyes, then trickled down his cheeks and into the cracks between the bricks.
He lay on the blue bricks, panting heavily, watching the jujube tree branches sway gently in the moonlight, several thoughts swirling in his mind.
This membrane is not fixed.
The more techniques it can support, the more varied its counterattacks will be.
He can now circulate four kinds of power simultaneously because he has only practiced these four types of boxing techniques.
If he observes more martial arts in the future—such as Zhenshan Fist, Lieshi Leg, or even Yu Mubai's Peacock King Fist.
If we engrave them all onto this membrane, what will this seemingly fragile air membrane become?
Body Tempering Technique is known as an invincible martial art within the same realm; the more energy in the energy membrane, the stronger the counterattack.
But he was different; he possessed a booklet that he could observe and replicate, and he had various levels of power variations.
However, the Zou family's body-forging techniques only go up to the Transformation Realm; the methods for cultivating beyond that level have been lost.
Zou Wanruo only learned the mental techniques up to the level of Huajin.
If he wants to continue down the path of body tempering after reaching the Transformation Realm, he will have to figure out the subsequent techniques on his own, or find the lost part of the Zou family's techniques.
Lin Mu lay there for a while until he could finally move his hands and feet, then he pushed himself up and got up.
He leaned against the jujube tree to stand up straight, his legs still trembling.
He went to the stove, scooped up a ladle of cold water, and poured it down his throat. The water dripped down his chin to his chest, making him shiver.
He pulled out the booklet:
Name: Lin Mu
【武道：长风拳（大成 1/100）、锻体术（小成 50/100）、鞭腿·乱舞（大成1/100）、驭风枪（大成1/100）、镇魂钉（大成1/100）】
[Skills: Measurement (Beginner), Carpentry (Unskilled), Knife Skills (Unskilled), Wok Flipping (Unskilled)]
[Currently available replicable slots: 20/25]
After breaking through to the Dark Force realm, he gained a large number of copyable slots.
This requires him to find a way to replicate a large number of martial arts.