“Your movement technique is not bad, but you still need to practice more, do not slack off!”
“Oh,” Mo Hua nodded.
But thinking that this was also a form of praise, he felt a little happy inside.
“Dad, have you also learned a movement technique?” Mo Hua asked again.
Mo Shan shook his head. “This isn’t really a movement technique of any sort; it’s just something I figured out on my own to avoid getting hurt while fighting Monster Beasts, then I learned a bit by watching others and pieced it all together.”
“Purely a combat-oriented movement technique?” Mo Hua asked with sudden respect.
“You could say that.”
Mo Hua’s eyes lit up. “Can you teach me?”
Mo Shan hesitated, then said, “Haven’t you learned a movement technique? Do not learn too many at once, master one first.”
“I could use it for reference…” Mo Hua suggested.
After a brief moment of thought, Mo Shan nodded. “Alright.”
Mo Shan showed Mo Hua several basic steps of the technique.
Some moves were similar to the Water Passing Step, but slightly different; others were seemingly simple advance and retreat steps, and then there were assorted moves from other techniques. Eventually, they all blended together into a concise and sharp set of movements.
It appeared to be a patchwork of different elements, but Mo Hua did not take it lightly at all.
This was, as far as he was concerned, the most threatening set of movements he had faced, and he could not even think of how to counter it.
It was straightforward, efficient, without superfluous movements, emphasizing adaptability and the principle of winning by having no fixed moves against someone with a set repertoire.
One could say it was all openings, but if used well, one could also say it was flawless.
What if these steps could be broken down and integrated into the Water Passing Step; would that make the Water Passing Step even more powerful?
Invigorated, Mo Hua seriously memorized all these techniques, planning to practice them more when he found the time.
Mo Shan thought back to the movement technique Mo Hua had used and still found it unbelievable, asking,
“Did Court Leader Zhang teach you this technique?”
“Uncle Zhang told me not to tell.”
“Hmm,” Mo Shan nodded, and couldn’t help thinking to himself, isn’t that the same as telling me…
“Dad, are you not angry anymore?” Mo Hua asked softly.
Mo Shan glared at him. “You still know that I can get angry?”
Mo Hua chuckled.
“Get up early tomorrow morning,” said Mo Shan.
“Tomorrow morning?” Mo Hua was taken aback.
Without saying anything more, Mo Shan turned and left.
At 6 A.M. the next day, Mo Hua got up and went out to the courtyard, only to see his father Mo Shan had already been standing there early.
“Your mother made breakfast; eat something first,” said Mo Shan.
After the father and son finished eating, Mo Shan took Mo Hua out of their home.
The two walked through the streets in the early morning, exited the gates of Tongxian City, and stepped onto the mountain trail outside the city.
“Dad, where are we going?”
Unable to contain his curiosity, Mo Hua asked.
Mo Shan was silent for a moment, then said, “I’m taking you to Big Black Mountain!”