Tarous, стр. 11
“I don’t believe your body is able to be refined anymore, but I bet you’re lacking techniques. Is that correct?” asked the old man. I nodded. I had no idea how to do what the two men fighting a second ago were doing.
“Alright, I’ll tell you what. I will take you on as an honorary disciple. Basically I will become your master in all things body refining related and pass on a few fighting techniques to you and you will call me master going forward. If you accept this kowtow to me three times.”
I had learned enough from my studies to know what a kowtow was so I got on my knees and bowed till my head touched the ground. I did this three times. I was rather thankful for the help. I stopped on my last kowtow, while my forehead was still touching the ground.
“Master, may your disciple know your name?”
“My name is Henry Dagon.”
“Master your disciple is known as Tarous Sun.” I stood up from the ground, taking the time to brush off my pants.
The old man waved his hand over the ring he had on his left hand. Two black books and one white book suddenly appeared in his right hand. The two black books were on bottom and the white one on top. They were all about one inch thick.
“Seeing as your body has a large amount of death and life qi inside of it, these techniques are a perfect match for you.” The first book he handed me was the white book. Its cover was completely white and appeared to be made of leather. On the cover were the words Healing Angel Hands written in gold.
“That first technique is a special healing technique. First it will allow you to heal others. It does this by filling up the cells of the other person with life qi. You can also heal yourself with this technique. The last part contains a more advanced section that teaches you how to fill all the cells in your body constantly with life energy to give yourself increased healing abilities.”
The next book was one of the black books. It also appeared to have a leather cover. Silence of the Grave. The words were written in white.
“This book contains a technique to not only increase your foot speed for close combat, but it also lets you move without making a sound.”
The final book was another black book made from leather. I reached out to take the book from Master Henry, but the moment I touched it the death qi in my body surged towards the book and I felt death qi essence gathering around my body. It was exciting. I had never had anything like this happen before. I looked at the title of the book and read it aloud. “Withering Fist - War Technique.” The words were also written in white.
“This is a technique made to kill. The technique gathers death qi into ones fist. When your fist comes in contact with an enemy the death qi is released like a bomb. The death qi rushes inside of the other person’s body causing great damage and often death. The more advanced sections allow you to cover your entire arms in death qi. The last section of this book teaches you how to cover your entire body in death qi. This means you are able to execute Withering Fist using any part of your body. It is truly a formidable technique.”
I was in awe of these techniques.
“I’m only giving you these techniques for two reasons. One is because these techniques are perfect for you and it would be a shame for someone with so much death and life qi not to learn them. Second I doubt you have any good fighting techniques. If you’re ever in a life or death situation these techniques could save your life. You have a lot of potential and I’d hate to see you die young. Then I would never get to see how far my student can rise.”
“Thank you Master.” I kowtowed once more because of the gratitude I felt in my heart.
“Once you have mastered these techniques we will begin training your fighting capabilities. If you have any questions feel free to seek me out. Goodbye Disciple.”
“Goodbye Master,” I bowed.
I had really struck it rich. I flipped through the techniques and I was blown away with how profound and mysterious these techniques were. It applied life and death qi in ways I had never even considered. The Withering Fist technique was even more deadly than I first thought. It was truly a powerful technique.
Chapter 8
A few weeks later in the early morning, a heavy mist shrouded the mountains behind the school. Within a dense forest, a series of banging sounds could be heard echoing through the mountains. I moved swiftly, a deft figure silently stalking amongst the trees. My fists glowed black as I gave each tree in the area a swift punch. Another bang sound could be heard as my shadow moved amongst the trees like death upon the wind.
The banging sound was produced by each punch. I could vividly feel the deep and powerful strength behind each blow. This was truly a powerful and profound technique. Not a leaf was rustled nor a branch broken. The only sound was the thud of my fist against the bark. The speed of my movements would have made it impossible for any normal person to identify me.
It had taken weeks of practice and more than a few classes had been skipped for me to reach this point. Luckily Bob and Nyxra were willing to keep me updated on our normal classes and bring me the homework assignments. Even after all this time I had only grasped the fundamentals of this technique known as Withering Fist. It was a technique that sent shivers down my spine. In my fists I held