6kv Chapter 88 The True Meaning of the Tiger Form
Chapter 88 The True Meaning of the Tiger Form
Chapter 88 The True Meaning of the Tiger Form (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)
Upon hearing this, Lian'er's expression froze for a moment, and a hint of annoyance flashed in her eyes.
Qin Chuan was right. Her actions just now were indeed a bluff. After all, it was someone else's dream, and she was only a remnant soul in the dream, so her abilities were extremely limited.
After saying that, Qin Chuan suddenly closed his eyes and stopped looking at her.
He began to imagine himself standing on a calm lake, the water crystal clear and undisturbed. It was as if he were standing on the clear, empty lake, with only himself and that utterly serene tranquility remaining between heaven and earth.
That's right, Qin Chuan is trying to activate the [Scholar] class skill "A Flash of Inspiration".
Since it's a dream, the abilities I possess don't necessarily need to be activated through that panel.
Just as a person who has learned to swim will not forget how to float when they close their eyes, a person who has learned to write will not forget the strokes of a character when the ink is gone.
The fact that the panels cannot be opened does not mean that they do not exist.
Qin Chuan's breathing became more and more steady, and his consciousness became clearer and clearer. The surging fog and the fierce wind around him gradually became blurred in his ears, as if they were isolated by an invisible barrier.
He could feel his heartbeat slowing down, from rapid to calm, from restless to peaceful.
The next moment, Qin Chuan opened his eyes, and he had entered a state of "a flash of inspiration".
Lian'er leaned against the window, watching the change in his aura. Her brows furrowed slightly as she sensed something was wrong, but before she could think about it further, Qin Chuan had already made his move.
With a push of his legs, he leaped up as lightly as a deer in the forest, instantly soaring more than a meter high, his body drawing a smooth arc in the air.
The deer's lightness was on full display at this moment; in just a moment, it had already darted from the bedside to the window.
The five fingers are clenched into a fist, shaped like a bear, and the bear's paw strikes the stone.
The punch, carried by the wind, slammed towards the woman's face.
Upon seeing this, Lian'er smiled slightly.
She didn't dodge, or even move. She just stood by the window, watching the fist come crashing down on her, and then her figure quietly turned into white mist and dissipated.
The fist passed through the mist without touching anything. The white mist churned in front of Qin Chuan for a moment, then drifted away like wisps of smoke in the wind towards the bed.
Qin Chuan had anticipated this. After their earlier exchange, he already knew that this woman was no ordinary opponent, so this punch was just a feint; the real killing move was yet to come.
He transformed his fist into a claw, his bear form into a tiger form, and his fierce fist force suddenly shifted midway, his five fingers like hooks, bringing with them a sharp whooshing sound as he fiercely grabbed at the dissipating white mist.
Tiger shape, a fierce tiger descending the mountain!
But still useless.
The white mist flowed through his fingers like water, impossible to grasp even a fraction of it.
The moment his fingers closed, the mist slipped through his fingers, dispersing into thinner wisps in the air before gathering again and drifting toward the bed.
Qin Chuan looked back and saw that the woman was already half-lying on the bed.
She leaned against the pillow, one leg curled up, the other casually draped over the edge of the bed. Her gauze dress was open, revealing a section of her fair, smooth thigh and slender waist, her posture incredibly alluring.
Lian'er rested her chin on one hand and slowly beckoned Qin Chuan with the other, a half-smile playing on her lips, her eyes full of teasing and mockery.
"My lord is so fierce," she said softly, with a seductive charm that could make one's bones melt, "I'm almost out of breath from being chased by you."
Qin Chuan did not give up.
He turned and launched another attack.
Tiger form, deer form, bear form, the three forms alternate, one move after another, in an endless stream.
His body moved nimbly in the cramped room, from the bed to the window, from the window to the door, and then from the door back to the bed.
But Lian'er was like a slippery eel; every time Qin Chuan's attack was about to touch her, she would turn into a cloud of white mist, drift to another corner of the room, and reform.
Sometimes she was on the bed, sometimes on the windowsill, and sometimes she even hung from the roof beam, swinging her legs, looking down at Qin Chuan, laughing heartily.
After trying several times, the result was always the same.
Qin Chuan was unable to harm Lian'er at all, but he did not come away empty-handed.
Although his repeated attacks failed to harm the woman in the slightest, he became increasingly proficient in the Five Elements and Twelve Forms.
Then, Qin Chuan suddenly stopped, not because he gave up the pursuit, but because he remembered something very important.
In the past, when Liu Ding taught Qin Chuan the Five Forms and Twelve Styles, Qin Chuan could vaguely sense that something was missing from what Liu Ding was teaching.
The moves are tangible, the actions are visible, but Liu Ding couldn't articulate what lay behind those moves and actions, or rather, he hadn't truly grasped it himself.
The outermost layer is "form," including the position of the hands and feet, the posture of the body, and the order of exertion.
This is the most basic, and it's everything Liu Dingneng teaches.
The next layer is "strength," which refers to the exertion of muscles and bones, the circulation of qi and blood, and the flow of internal energy.
Liu Dingneng could say a little about this, but he couldn't explain it thoroughly.
There is also the most core layer, which is also the most difficult to reach, and that is "intention"—the true meaning of the moves!
What is the meaning of the tiger shape?
It's a tiger, of course!
The moment he figured this out, Qin Chuan grinned and pounced on the woman on the bed once again.
Seeing this, Lian'er remained in her leisurely state, half-lying on the bed, one hand supporting her chin and the other hand lazily resting on her knee.
She had no intention of hiding, nor was she afraid.
Because in people's dreams she is a soul, formless and without substance.
Ordinary physical attacks, even if Qin Chuan used all his skills in the Five Elements and Twelve Styles, would not be able to touch her at all.
In this dream, she was like a reflection in the water—visible, yet untouchable.
So it's better to use yourself as bait and make this kid expend more energy.
The more fiercely he chases, the faster he wears down. When he is exhausted and his mind is scattered, that will be the perfect time for her to strike.
Even when a cat is catching a mouse, it still has to play around a bit, so she's not in a hurry.
But the next moment, Lian'er's eyes widened suddenly, and the leisurely and composed look on her face shattered instantly, replaced by an uncontrollable look of horror.
She propped herself up, her mouth slightly open as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't utter a single word.
It was all because Qin Chuan, who was in mid-air, suddenly changed.
It wasn't a change in temperament or an increase in aura, but a real and visible change. During the attack, his body swelled, stretched, and twisted. His clothes turned into tiger skin, his arms into tiger claws, and his back into a tiger's body. In just one or two breaths, he actually transformed into a fierce tiger with glaring eyes and a white forehead!
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