Illimitable Until Death

“Mmm...! ”

Wu Xiaohui finally made a grunt.

From the shock behind, although Wu Xiaohui transformed the star force into a defensive relationship, almost all collapsed, but the hand tightly clamped around his neck in the square also concentrated the star force, couldn't help but tighten, making Wu Xiaohui almost unable to breathe.

This way, Wu Xiaohui was impounded on the ground. He smiled slightly at Wu Xiaohui, and spoke softly.

“You lost, big brother. ”

After that, Fong released his hand, allowing the air to finally enter Wu Xiaohui's trachea.

But Wu Xiaohui didn't get up too late. He looked at the ceiling in a dazed manner, and his face was all confused.

Lost.

Defeat yourself.

And you still lose so easily, you lose so ugly.

Inevitably, Wu Xiaohui remembered Fan Xinglu's words.

“Xiao Hui, perform well, I look forward to it. ”

As a result, Wu Xiaohui failed to respond to this expectation and failed to complete his skin.

“Why…”

Finally, a little emotion appeared in Wu Xiaohui's voice.

With Wu Xiaohui's eyes, it can naturally be seen that in the rehearsal just now, the strength shown in the square is not much, only the speed exceeds itself.

As Fan Xinglu evaluated, this little brother should not be weaker than Cecily and Zhao Hufeng, but there should be quite a few gaps compared to himself.

But that was it, but Wu Xiaohui was easily defeated.

This situation completely obscured Wu Xiaohui.

“Big Brother, how could you lose? ”

“How... how? ”

Not far away, Cecily and Zhao Hufeng's voice also had irrevocable swings.

Only Fan Xinglu, with a smile on his face, looked at Wu Xiaohui lying on the ground. Instead, he smiled. He said with great pleasure: “I didn't expect you to show such a look, Xiaohui. ”

“Master.” Wu Xiaohui's eyes finally faded. He rose and knelt on one knee in the direction of Fan Xinglu, whispering.

“I'm sorry, Master, I let you down. ”

The smile on Fan Xing's face disappeared instead.

“What's wrong with you?” Fan Xinglu said, "The old man didn't say he was expecting you to win, but expecting you to use this rehearsal as an opportunity to understand your mistakes. ”

“Error?” Wu Xiaohui mumbled.

Looking at Wu Xiaohui like this, Fan Xing revealed a slight sigh, and then suddenly, his body swelled into a terrible atmosphere.

“Your boy is indeed the proudest disciple of old age. He has a gift from peeing. He enters the country at great speed, but he can't find any pleasure in you! ”

Terrible momentum and cold words caused Wu Xiaohui's breathing to stop sharply, and the faces of Cecily and Zhao Hufeng were stiff.

But this is the real truth in Fan Xing's heart.

Only Fong Li understands.

“Brother Big Brother, you are so straightforward, you are dedicated only in return for the Master's wishes, for which you practiced martial arts, and you follow the Master's back to this extreme level, but you completely become the Master's shadow. ”

Wu Xiaohui was unrelenting in his assessment.

“Your manoeuvres mimic Master's manoeuvres completely. ”

“Your actions are completely imitative of Master's actions. ”

“It's like reading a death book, replicating all the tricks Master taught you, which may be really strong in the eyes of others, but in my familiarity with Master's style, I can't deal with it better, and even I am like this, let alone Master. ”

“After all, no matter how much you like to fight, enjoy fighting, fighting with yourself is the most boring. ”

Wu Xiaohuiton was silent.

Indeed, Wu Xiaohui himself did not want to go further, but simply chased after Fan Xinglu.

In this way, Wu Xiaohui, even if he was stronger, could not surpass Fan Xinglu, but became only the figure and shadow of Fan Xinglu.

“In fact, Brother Big Brother is definitely much stronger in pure strength than I am, but I am too familiar with Master's manners. You can't hit me naturally by imitating it completely.” Besides, those moves are always Master's moves, not Big Brother's. Even if you copy them completely, you can't use them better than Master's. ”

The simplest metaphor, an adult and a child, is to hit the wall in front of them at the same time, and if an adult's hand happens to reach it, the child's hand will never reach it.

In such cases, the child must be brought closer together until the distance can be reached before attacking again.

Wu Xiaohui's situation is tantamount to being obsessed with attacking in the same position as the adult, and even if the fist is harder, it will not be able to hit the wall.

So something like combat skills, in the learning process as well, needs to be adjusted to its own circumstances, even if the moves are the same, the skill of force, the trajectory of attack and the smoothness of the movement have to suit themselves, in order to transform this technique into something of their own.

Complete replication sounds amazing, but it's still a huge weakness.

Therefore, Fan Xinglu's assessment of Wu Xiaohui is that - "If the so-called apprentice refers to the inheritance of the master's skill, then the boy is definitely the best in this regard".

And that sentence goes on.

“If the so-called apprentice refers to the transcendent master, then Xiao Hui is the most incompetent apprentice. ”

A taste of imitation, but not an alteration, that's all.

“The old man should have told each one of you that teaching you martial arts is just to satisfy the old man, and if you can't satisfy the old man, then what good is the gift of re-entry? ”

Fan Xinglu shook his head and said to Wu Xiaohui: “You are very grateful for your loyalty to the old body, but don't forget, you are you, I am me, don't become an old figure, otherwise you will not be able to live as an old disciple. ”

“ …… ”

Wu Xiaohui bowed his head and could no longer speak.

Looking at Wu Xiaohui like this, Fan Xinglu's eyes rarely softened and said: “Think about the old man's words. Until then, stop practicing for a while. ”

“… Yes.” Wu Xiaohui finally responded.

Fan Xinglu smiled satisfactorily.

There are two areas of satisfaction.

One is the enlightenment of the great disciple.

One is the performance of the little disciple.

“The old man didn't mistake you, kid. You really have more power than I thought.” Fan Xinglu said to the other side: “After that, you will replace Xiao Hui and become an old man's rehearsal. ”

Cecily and Zhao Hufeng threw envious eyes into the square.

At the same time, there was a bitter smile and some satisfaction.

Using Fan Xinglu as a rehearsal?

That's supposed to go faster, right?

In that regard, it is quite to be expected.