My teacher is a deity.

Chapter 26 Only One Punch

"Well......"

With a soft sound, Vichy slowly opened her eyes.

She looked around. A warm campfire burned before her, and she was surrounded by thick steam. It seemed like she was... taking a bath?

"woke up?"

Shi Qing's voice rang out, and several more medicinal herbs were thrown into the large wooden tray, turning into medicinal liquid.

"Huh?!"

"Don't move. Your injuries are serious. If I hadn't arrived any later, you would have died."

Vishi immediately crouched down, only half of his face above the water, staring somewhat bewildered at the ravens in the distance.

The injuries...

Vishi tried to circulate the Qi and blood in his body, but felt a sense of stagnation. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that his blood vessels were severely damaged and his bones and blood were separated.

Such severe injuries would have likely killed most other people.

Did he ultimately rely on his teacher to save him?

Seemingly sensing Vishi's frustration, Shi Qing said, "Your actions were indeed reckless. If it weren't for the information gap, you would probably have been killed the moment you met that mage."

"oh......"

Vichy felt even more depressed.

But Shi Qing then changed the subject:

"However, you also turned misfortune into blessing, surviving against all odds and mastering your own style of boxing, faster than I expected. Do you have any insights to share?"

Vishi blinked, recalling the moment he faced the cultist, and after a moment, he seemed to have an epiphany.

"Just run them over!"

"Um?"

"Teacher, I understand what you mean! As long as I'm strong enough to kill my opponent with one punch, I won't be afraid of their strong regenerative abilities!"

Vichy became more and more excited as he spoke, his eyes sparkling.

"That cultist isn't actually very strong; his attack and defense are both average. The problem is that he can keep eating those tumors to regenerate himself."

But there's a limit to how much I can recover! As long as I can smash him with one punch, that's enough!

Shi Qing looked at Wei Xi in silence.

I roughly understand what kind of path she has taken.

Why does this kid want to become a super-powerful monster that can fly bricks?

In fact, Vichy's style of boxing is not necessarily wrong.

In their previous lives, many powerful body refiners constantly tempered their physical bodies.

What supernatural powers, magic spells, talismans, or formations? It all comes down to punching with your bare fists.

The downside is that if the numerical values ​​are not high enough or the foundation is not solid enough, it is easy to be defeated by others.

But there are certainly advantages as well.

One punch can break all techniques; let my fist do the talking!

"But, Vishi, you look more like a knight than a mage."

"what?"

Vichy was stunned and immediately deflated.

Yeah, what kind of sorcerer hits people with a wand? Can someone who hits people with a wand really be called a sorcerer?

Seeing Vishi caught in her inner turmoil again, Shi Qing could only comfort her, "It's alright. You're... well, a melee mage, all-naturally fit, aren't you more pure than those mages who rely on staves and scrolls?"

"Is that so? Is this...right?"

Vichy dived back into the water, blowing bubbles as he went, looking even more conflicted.

Shi Qing smiled and began to think about how best to arrange things for Vichy next.

The second level of the Blood Python Fist - Breaking Iron Like Mud - is actually equivalent to the early stage of Qi Refining for those with spiritual roots.

When blood, bone, qi, and intent converge, the blocked meridians are broken open invisibly, and the mortal blood begins to be refined into essence blood.

At this stage, continuing to simply practice basic boxing techniques is no longer very meaningful, as the efficiency of refinement is completely insufficient.

It's time to give Vishi some support techniques.

"Now that you have reached the 'Breaking Iron Like Mud' level, I will explain the new level of techniques to you."

"In the second realm, the Blood Python Fist should be used to temper the body with techniques and follow the momentum."

"Simply put, it's about expanding upon the technique you've come up with as a foundation."

"Since ancient times, there have been 359 styles of boxing techniques. The style you have come up with should be called the Booming Fist."

Vishi: "A powerful punch?"

Shi Qing: "That's right, the Boom Fist, it's about exchanging injury for injury. When the injuries on your body accumulate to a certain point, they will transform into a massive blood flame."

Only one punch, and only one punch.

Vichy was a little confused, but it seemed to match the power he had unleashed on his deathbed yesterday.

"Since you've mastered the Thunder Fist, then you won't bother with any other fancy techniques."

As he spoke, Shi Qing raised his hand, and the draft paper he had prepared earlier flew out. He then wrote and drew on it with a charcoal pencil, adding many more words.

"I will teach you bone tempering and blood tempering, focusing on enhancing your blood bones and blood flames."

"Bone tempering can improve your physical fitness, allowing you to withstand more damage, while blood tempering can improve the quality of your blood flames, making your punches more powerful."

"oh oh!"

Vichy nodded repeatedly, about to agree wholeheartedly, when he suddenly remembered the underground city and those terrifying cultists.

"Teacher, what's going on with those people?"

Seeing that Vixi had already brought it up, Shi Qing told Vixi about their origins and specifically mentioned that the medicine used to repair Vixi's body contained the blood from those altars.

Upon hearing this, Vichy felt an itch to act.

Even she knew of the Shadow Child's infamous reputation.

This group of extremely racist vampires is notorious in the Empire, having committed countless atrocities over a decade.

As a result, many outsiders in the vampire territory have a very special attitude towards vampires.

Although this attitude is openly suppressed by the vampires, suppression will not dispel the prejudice in their hearts, but will instead deepen it.

She felt unwell, as if the medicinal bath she was taking was stained with blood.

Unable to suppress her discomfort, Vichy was about to get up when Shi Qing pressed her back down.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"yes......"

"That's not your fault. It's a rare and precious resource; it would be a waste not to use it."

"...But I still don't think it's good."

Shi Qing sighed softly.

In his view, Vichy's ideas were somewhat naive.

In his past world, although such demonic methods were openly despised, once a treasure was created, almost everyone would yearn for it, and some would even fight over it.

Whether it's the demonic path or the righteous path, it's just a matter of different titles for apprentices; the former simply doesn't even bother to pretend.

Even worse, some so-called righteous people will use ordinary people as bait, and after demonic cultivators have achieved results, they will rob them under the guise of acting on behalf of Heaven.

As a wandering cultivator, I've seen these kinds of things many times.

"Vichy, listen to me..."

"No!"

Suddenly, Vichy struggled to crawl out of the medicinal bath, and the wounds on his body started to hurt again. The newly formed scabs were broken, and blood trickled out.

She clutched her wound: "This is wrong."

"A bottom line is a bottom line precisely because it cannot be crossed!"

"I...I can't accept this!"

Seeing this, Shi Qing could only sigh inwardly.

Vichy's stubbornness was more severe than he had imagined.

Let's just consider it the innocence of a child in their youth.

One day I will accept reality.

After all, the law of the jungle is a rule that even powerful beings at the Dao Integration stage cannot change; it is already quite good if one can remain untainted.