Black Myth: You and I are both destined

The snow-capped mountains are quiet and snowflakes are dancing in the air.

Tianming put away the stick casually, his movement was so relaxed, as if what he held in his hand was not a weapon but a light feather.

He said to Ma Tianba with a smile.

"I am going to have a duel with this incompetent monk. You just come and be a witness. Don't interfere."

Ma Tianba’s face was full of surprise!

"I thought you had some good idea, but you wanted to do it right after hearing someone's story?"

Upon hearing this, Monk Bu Nuo curled up a disdainful smile and said, "Martial arts competition? No one on this mountain is better at boxing than me. I'm not interested in competing with you." His voice was particularly harsh in the cold wind.

At this moment, Tianming stretched out his fingers and shook them left and right, speaking provocatively.

"No, no, I'm not putting away the stick because I admire you, but because I hate stupidity. When I see stupid people, I want to punch them. Beating them with a stick is not satisfying enough!"

His words were like a needle that pierced the monk's self-esteem.

The monk's face darkened, and he spoke coldly, his steps steady and powerful.

"I see that you are not Bubai's men either. Don't even think about leaving here today."

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already rushed towards Tianming like a gray snow wolf.

The monk began his attack. His legs were as swift and deadly as those of a ferocious beast on a snowy mountain.

His first move was to stomp the ground hard, as if to trigger an avalanche. The force was enough to make people feel terrified.

However, Tianming just smiled lightly, and he slightly tilted his body to easily avoid the attack.

Then, Monk Bu De launched four consecutive kicks. His leg skills were as fast as lightning, and each kick carried a cold breath, as if to freeze his opponent.

But Tianming seemed to be dancing in the snow. His body was agile and every movement was just right to avoid the attacks of the monk.

Seeing that he could not defeat his enemy, Monk Bu Bu turned over and jumped up, his body as light as a fox, constantly changing positions in the air, and then he kicked out with a scissors kick while hanging upside down.

But Tianming seemed to have seen through his moves long ago. At this moment, he took out the Hundred-Eyed Stick and chopped it down between his legs.

"what--!"

'Cold Wind Penetrating the Bone' strikes directly at the vital points, cold and deadly!

I was shaking with pain and even standing was a problem.

He wanted to say something but didn't. He stared at Tianming with his eyes fixed, sweat pouring down his face, and he tried his best to endure the pain.

"What's wrong, you want to call me mean?"

"If you want to say it, just say it. Why hold it in?"

He couldn't just suffer a big loss, but he thought that the stick was put away by the other party on his own initiative, and it wouldn't be considered mean to take it out again at this moment, so he said nothing.

He used all his strength to break free from the chains behind him, and the next moment his hands were freed.

"Come again!"

"Okay!" Tianming hooked his finger and put the stick back again.

The snowflakes were still falling. Although the monk was alert, he couldn't help feeling a little doubtful. Tianming's moves and strength were beyond his expectations. If he wanted to take him down with just one move, why bother with so much effort!

Tianming put away the stick and suddenly spoke with a hint of teasing in his tone.

"No monk, have you ever seen a palm technique that falls from the sky?"

Monk Bu Bu stared at Tianming, thinking that this was another trick of his and did not take it seriously. However, Tianming's actions were beyond everyone's expectations.

He plucked out a hair and blew it gently. Immediately, five or six clones appeared, rushing towards Monk Bu Du at the same time and fighting with him.

Each of these clones possesses some of Tianming's power. Although not as strong as the original, they are enough to make the monk Bu De panic.

Although Monk Bu De's boxing skills were powerful, his movements began to become sluggish under the siege of Tianming's clones.

His punching power was still strong, and each punch was accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air, but Tianming's clone was like a ghost, constantly shuttling through his attacks, making it difficult for him to hit.

Suddenly, Monk Bu De felt some movement above his head. He looked up and saw one of Tian Ming's clones falling from the sky and riding directly on his head.

The monk tried to break free, but the clones around him held him tightly, making him unable to move.

The clone riding on his head moved quickly, grabbed his two large hammer-tipped earlobes, and then used his other hand to whip his head.

At this moment, Monk Bu Nuo finally understood what "the palm technique falling from the sky" meant.

His earlobes were pulled painfully, and each lash made him feel dizzy.

The monk wanted to break free from this shameful posture, but as soon as he exerted some force, his earlobes were pulled hard by his clone, and he was completely unable to exert any strength.

The clone riding on his head was still shouting: "Your scars are protruding, watch me beat them back for you."

The clones were hitting each other "pa pa pa", and the sound echoed among the snow-capped mountains.

After a long while, the monk finally couldn't stand it anymore and cursed loudly, "You are despicable!"

But at this moment Tianming acted like a master. He took out a brocade cassock of Tang Monk and put it on.

"In fact, I am also a monk. In addition to force, wisdom can also lead us to the truth. Why don't we sit down and talk about Zen? Maybe it would be better."

Monk Bu Dang was now somewhat dazed and confused. His movements were no longer as decisive and forceful as before. Even Ma Tianba, who was watching from the sidelines, could see his hesitation.

There was an unprecedented wave of turmoil in the monk's heart.

His boxing skills and his training have always been a source of pride for him, but in front of this outsider, Tianming, they seem so powerless.

Monk Bu De thought to himself: "I use martial arts to enter the true Zen. In this mountain, only my master is stronger than me. I learned all my skills from my master, so it is understandable that the disciple is not as good as the master. But why can this outsider make me unable to fight back?" His heart was full of doubts and unwillingness.

Tianming had already seen through his thoughts and seized the opportunity to guide the monk.

"You can't beat me because you're slower than me, but if even my clone is faster than you, that means you're practicing wrongly."

His words went straight to the point, making the monk even more confused.

Although the monk Bu Bu was a little confused, he still retorted: "I am convinced that my skills are not as good as yours, but you just want to fool me."

Tianming now brought up a modern truth and said to him: "There is nothing in the world of martial arts that is unbreakable except speed."

"Practicing martial arts is about practicing speed. If you are not as good as me, then you are not as fast as me. If you are not as good as my clone, then you are practicing wrongly. Your path is wrong."

Although Bu Bu Monk did not believe Tian Ming's words, he was curious and said to him, "You said my way is wrong, then tell me where I am wrong?"

Tianming saw the fish took the bait and said to him.

“You can’t see the real speed, just like the wind and clouds, the sunset and life, just like you don’t know when the leaves will turn yellow, when your child will grow his first tooth, and when you will fall in love with someone.”

He remembered this sentence when he watched a bad movie. The director claimed that no one understood it for 15 years. Now, 20 years have passed and still no one understands it.

If you want to fool a stubborn person, you don’t need to make him understand, because he is stubborn!

But if you don't let him understand, he will become consumed by internal friction because he is stubborn!