Chapter 8

Zhan Chen walked to the front of the stall and discovered that the seller was a white-haired old man. There was nothing else on his stall other than a black and swarthy, huge, and cumbersome iron sword. There wasn't even a pattern on it. From afar, one would think that it was a chopper.

From time to time, people would be attracted by his hawking and pass by his stall. However, when they saw the appearance and workmanship of the item, they couldn't help but shake their heads and leave without even asking about the price.

However, Zhan Chen wasn't concerned about these things. He was concerned about the quality of the sword and whether it could withstand his Thunder-breaking Sword Technique. Thus, he squatted down and touched the sword, wanting to test its strength. However, he was stopped by a withered and skinny hand.

"Young man, if you haven't bought it, then don't even think about touching my sword!" The one who spoke was the old man who was selling the sword.

Zhan Chen glanced at him and thought to himself: "F * ck! I bought a lousy sword and the other party is putting on airs. " Thus, he retracted his hand and asked: "Old grandpa, if you don't let me touch it, how would I know if your sword is good or bad?"

"This sword is a treasure passed down from my great-grandfather's great-grandfather's generation." The old man said proudly.

Hearing this, even the usually serious Zhan Chen couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Hahaha, old grandpa, does this look like a treasure? Since it's such a treasure, why are you still selling it? "

The old grandpa was momentarily speechless, but he still stubbornly said: "In short, this sword has been passed down from my ancestors. Don't look down on my ancestors. They were the masters of a great clan. It was said that even the king of our Hou Yan Kingdom had to bow down to them …"

"Alright, alright." Zhan Chen hurriedly stopped him with a smile. He didn't have time to listen to this old grandpa's nonsense.

"Just tell me, how much is this sword worth?"

The old grandpa hesitated for a moment and asked: "Do you want to buy it?"

"That depends on how your sword is. I don't want to spend money to buy a piece of scrap iron."

"You don't have to worry about that. This sword of mine is made from heavy iron. It's very sturdy!"

"Heavy iron?" When Zhan Chen heard this, his eyebrows furrowed.

The so-called heavy iron was a refining material that was one grade lower than well-tempered steel. Although it had the hardness of well-tempered steel, it had a lot of impurities and was not tough enough. Its Qi conductivity was also very poor, so the power of the sword technique it released would be thirty percent weaker.

The old grandpa saw that the buyer he had been waiting for was about to retreat. He couldn't help but feel anxious and called out: "Little brother, how about I give you a discount? How about 300 taels of silver for it?"

"Three hundred taels of silver?" Zhan Chen almost cursed out loud. He couldn't help but shout, "Is this broken thing worth three hundred taels of silver? "300 taels of silver?" Zhan Chen of of of he he and said of.



"Then how much?"

"I'm not selling. You can leave." The old man turned his head away like a hoodlum.

Zhan Chen got up and was about to leave. However, he realized that the old grandpa really didn't stop him this time. His heart was in a mess. He squatted down again and said: "I only have 100 taels of silver. Sell it if you can."

"Alright, deal!" Seeing that he had squeezed Zhan Chen dry, the old grandpa knew that he couldn't continue acting. Otherwise, the item would really be smashed in his hands.

Zhan Chen picked up the sword and suddenly felt the weight in his hand. It was really heavy. He was secretly shocked: "Is this heavy iron? It is indeed different from ordinary iron. It is much heavier than I thought. "

Then, he waved the sword a few times. Every slash was like a tiger. He couldn't help but nod his head in satisfaction. He was still in the Martial Disciple realm. This heavy iron sword was more than enough.

After the transaction with the old grandpa, Zhan Chen carried the sword on his back and rushed back. He didn't know why, but he felt that the heavy iron sword on his back was especially heavy. Maybe it was because of his mood. After all, this sword was exchanged with his father's hard-earned money. Therefore, it didn't just represent a sword, but also his father's heart.

When he got home, he showed the heavy iron sword to his father. Zhan Chen's mind was no longer on martial arts. Seeing his son's excited expression, he felt that his efforts were worth it.

The next morning, Zhan Chen went to the mountain behind the village early and continued to practice his Thunder-breaking Swordsmanship. It was still the same old problem from yesterday. At first, Zhan Chen couldn't find the feeling. It wasn't until he thought of Wang Ba that he used that angry strike!

Lightning flashed on the heavy iron sword. Zhan Chen jumped up high and raised the sword above his head. He shouted: "Thunder-breaking Swordsmanship!"

The sword struck a nearby tree, and with a "boom" sound, the tree exploded from the middle, sending wood splinters flying everywhere. The power of the sword was immense.

After landing, Zhan Chen quickly used the sword to support the ground to prevent himself from falling. Indeed, the Thunder-breaking Swordsmanship consumed too much energy. Now, he felt weak all over. He thought to himself: "I'm afraid this move can only be used at the most critical moment. Otherwise, if I use it, I will be the one to die before the enemies are all killed!"

From then on, Zhan Chen came to the mountain every day to practice his swordsmanship. This was because with the recovery ability of a seventh level Martial Disciple, he only had a chance to use the sword once a day. He had to make sure that he could master this move because he might need it to save his life at a critical moment.

Zhan Chen's cultivation base grew little by little as he practiced diligently every day. Finally, one day, Zhan Chen's cultivation base rose. Zhan Chen succeeded with his first strike. At this moment, the indomitable aura of the Thunder-breaking Swordsmanship seemed to have become his instinct.

After that strike, Zhan Chen didn't use the sword to support himself like before. Instead, he stood up firmly. A heroic feeling of constantly striving to become stronger arose in his heart.

At this moment, he seemed to hear a cracking sound coming from his body. The true qi in his meridians suddenly sped up, washing his body over and over again. The spiritual qi floating in the air also entered his body like swallows returning to their nest, constantly nourishing his body, meridians, and even bones.

Gradually, he felt his bones, muscles, and meridians becoming stronger and more resilient. Finally, he reached a limit — the eighth level of the Martial Disciple realm.

Zhan Chen felt the strong true qi in his meridians. His heart couldn't calm down for a long time. Thus, he swung his arms and began to practice a set of boxing techniques. Every punch and kick was filled with a strong aura.

800 jin of strength! This was the obvious sign of the eighth level of the Martial Disciple realm. Although every breakthrough in the Martial Disciple realm was accompanied by an overall increase in strength, speed, reaction, and physical strength. However, the measurement of the Martial Disciple realm was always the strength of the body.

The first level of the Martial Disciple realm had the strength of a hundred jin with a raise of a hand. Then, from the first level to the twelfth level, each breakthrough would increase the strength by about 100 jin. Although there was still a difference between each person, this difference would not be too obvious. Now that Zhan Chen had broken through to the eighth level of the Martial Disciple realm, he had exactly 800 jin of strength.

Although this level only increased the strength by 100 jin, it had an overwhelming advantage in a duel. A martial artist at the eighth level of the Martial Disciple realm could easily defeat a martial artist at the seventh level of the Martial Disciple realm.

After breaking through to the eighth level of the Martial Disciple realm, Zhan Chen struck out with the Thunder-breaking Swordsmanship again. This time, the power of the sword technique had obviously increased along with his cultivation. However, it was still the same old problem. His true qi was exhausted.