Lord of the Desert

Chapter 14 Test
In the quiet room, the shouts from the training ground seemed very far away.

Hong Li calmly accepted Hong Fan's bowing ceremony.

As a teacher, he looked at the handsome young man in front of him, as well as his calm and tenacious temperament. For some reason, he felt that the three pills just now were still weak.

So he made another promise.

"Forget it, I know you have always worked hard in martial arts, and I want to teach you for you; if you have any difficulties in the future, you can come to me."

The words blurted out, Hong Li habitually put up his face and put his hands behind his back, and was about to leave.

When one foot stepped out of the threshold, he couldn't help but stop again.

"Hong Fan, don't practice those moves in the future."

Hong Li instructed.

"There are endless types of martial arts, such as hard skills and poisonous palms. If you take the initiative to get close, isn't it just asking for trouble? Remember that skills are fundamental!"

He added another sentence.

Seeing Hong Fan being taught respectfully, the old teacher nodded his head, finally relieved.

"You are recovering from your injury, so go back to rest early today."

Leaving the last sentence aside, Hong Li seemed to dislike his long-winded words, and walked back to the martial arts training ground in three steps at a time.

Under the golden light, he casually taught his disciples who were practicing normally.

Then the white beard curled up and hummed a Liangzhou ditty.

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The rising and setting of the sun and the moon are never delayed by human affairs.

On the 11th and [-]th of March, the Hong family's ethnology operated as usual.

The only difference is that Hong An took two days off and did not come.

In fact, everyone knew that he was fine, but he was knocked down in public, and he couldn't save face for a while.

As the winner of the conflict, Hong Fan's status improvement among his children can be said to be immediate.

Not to mention the verbal and physical bullying, even the various frivolous eyes that always fell on him on weekdays have completely disappeared.

The so-called one punch is enough to avoid a hundred punches, it is like this.

With the rise of Hong Fan, Hong Fu is the most honored.

During sparring, he steadily formed a team with his friends, and he no longer had to worry about being the target of venting his anger.

In the past two days, the little fat man's pace on his way to the ethnology has been three points brisk.

"Brother Fan, be careful."

On the training ground, Hong Fu signaled softly, and swung out an Aiki punch.

Hong Fan stretched out his hand and blocked it easily.

After seven or eight rounds of attack and defense, his body was dry and he didn't sweat a single drop on his forehead.

"Brother Fan, you are different now."

Hong Fu flicked his slightly numb wrist and said enviously.

"If I can fight like you, let's see if Hong An dares to keep dominating in front of me!"

"You are wrong."

Hong Fan replied with a smile.

"If you want not to be bullied, you never need to prove that you are the strongest."

"In my opinion, what you have now is enough."

When Hong Fu heard the words, he obviously didn't believe him: "Don't lie to me, if you didn't beat Hong An violently, why would they be afraid of you?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Hong Ping, the little overlord of ethnology.

This guy is throwing his fists wherever he pleases, leaving his partner exhausted.

"There is more to fear than absolute force."

Hong Fan shook his head.

"The ability to allow the opponent to suffer losses, and the determination to counterattack at any time, the addition of the two is enough."

"After all, in this world, there are many people who are keen to benefit themselves at the expense of others, but very few are willing to harm others."

Hong Fu was silent for a moment when he heard the words, and then sighed quietly after a long while.

"Brother Fan, what you said is no easier than being able to fight..."

He calmed down, drew his breath and punched, and was easily slapped away by Hong Fan again.

After the duel training, another day passed.

March [-] is the holiday of ethnology.

After four days of hard work, most of the Hong family's children will let go in a sensual way.

Hong Fan did not join them.

After breakfast, he left the city alone from the southeast to the lush green hills outside the city.

After going deep into the mountainous area for seven or eight miles, Hong Fan stopped in a deserted forest glade.

He came to practice sand world.

In order to keep it secret, since the night when he suffocated the two wolf greens, Hong Fan has never used Xingjun's power for five days.

When he entered the mountain today, he just wanted to make a comprehensive assessment of the current limit of the sand world.

The first is sand making.

Hong Fan stood on the grass, with one palm pressed to the ground.

As soon as the mind moves, the true essence will flow from the upper dantian into the governor vein.

Changes happen between five fingers.

In between breaths, the brown soil dehydrates rapidly, and its organic components are also discarded in the tumbling.

Soon, a few kilograms of uniform and pure sand accumulated where the palm pressed.

"Well, there is this way, at least you don't need to carry a gourd with you."

Hong Fan laughed at himself in a low voice.

With his current sand making speed, it is obviously useless in an emergency.

Fortunately, everything may be lacking in Jinhai City, but there is no shortage of sand.

"Then comes the maximum control distance."

Hong Fan got up, and with his right hand swayed, he sucked a handful of fresh fine sand into his palm.

The real essence gushed out, and the sandstorm immediately rolled out. It only stood firm for about three meters before losing its strength and flying around.

The new Xingjun was silent.

"The ultimate attack distance is three meters, and the lethality after being released is about the same as that of an adult throwing with all his strength..."

After a while, he evaluated in a low voice.

"Out of this range, it can basically be regarded as dust."

There is one last test left - ultimate strength.

With a wave of his probing hand, Hong Fan sucked the dust flying in the air back into his palm, and quickly shaped it into a solid cone.

Then, he stepped forward abruptly, and pressed his palm on the towering tree beside him.

With a muffled bang, half of the sand cone shattered, and the smoke and dust filled the air again.

"The bark was crushed and there were scars half a centimeter thick on the hardwood."

Hong Fan carefully checked the "results of battle".

The strength of the sand world after Nirvana's rebirth is still very average.

In terms of effectiveness, sand weapons are far inferior to a dagger or a hardwood short stick.

"It's not good for attack, but if it is used for defense, it can still offset a lot of damage."

While evaluating, Hong Fan flattened his palm and watched the half-shortened sand cone soften at a high speed and reshape into a pair of boxing armor.

But before he could test it, the gauntlet collapsed by itself.

His true energy has been exhausted.

"Practically, it far surpasses the Yanliu Kungfu of the same realm, but it consumes much more energy."

Hong Fan concluded.

Although the results of the test just now looked average, but he was also a Kochi in his previous life, and he didn't feel that Sha Shijie was weak at all.

On the contrary, this ability is very deadly.

It has been proved that sand control can block the trachea in melee combat, cover and erode the facial features.

Used properly, it is enough to defeat the strong with the weak.

On the dark side, Hong Fan can deliberately create open wounds in the "comparison", and then control the dirty dust to invade the opponent's body.

This method of "creating 100% wound infection" is no different from highly toxic in this era without antibiotics.

Even the family members of the deceased can only consider themselves unlucky-after all, such a thing as "abscess outbreak" is "God's will".

After rehearsing the world of sand, Hong Fan practiced Yanliu Kungfu with trees as targets.

The flow is focused and the time flies by.

As the sun slanted westward, Hong Fan used his recovered true energy to blow all the dust scattered on the ground into the air, making sure that the traces were eliminated before returning.

(End of this chapter)