Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
"Stop, what did the instructor call you for?"
Outside the residential area, Chen Zong, Chen Wu, and the other clan disciples blocked his path and questioned him sternly.
"Speak." Chen Wu pressed.
"It's none of your business." Chen Zong glanced at them and spoke in a tone that was neither servile nor overbearing.
"You …" Chen Zong and the others' expressions changed drastically. Chen Wu's right hand gripped the hilt of his sword, his gaze fierce.
"You want to fight?" Chen Zong's gaze was sharp.
"The group champion battle is in twenty days. I hope you can still be so arrogant then," Chen Zong said coldly and left with a belly full of anger.
The clan hall had its own rules. For disciples like them who had just entered the clan hall and had yet to reach the fourth level of the Qi and Blood realm, their mission was to cultivate diligently and strive to become martial artists as soon as possible. Therefore, other than the monthly group champion battle, they were not allowed to fight in private. Otherwise, the consequences would be severe.
"Group champion battle …" Chen Zong smiled slightly, his gaze sharp as a sword. "I will let you know how sharp my sword is."
…
Chen Zong's life was very regular.
Every morning, he would cultivate the Tiger Roar Formula in his room. In the afternoon, he would head to Chen Chu Yun's courtyard to cultivate the Eighteen Fundamental Forms and the Quick, Accurate, and Steady Three-Word Formula. At night, he would cultivate the Tiger Power Fist, Eight Forms of the True Sword, Residual Shadow Swordsmanship, Whisking Willow Swordsmanship, and Eagle Strike Swordsmanship.
He didn't know if it was because of his hard work or because of his cultivation of the Eighteen Fundamental Forms, but Chen Zong realized that his cultivation of the four foundational swordsmanship was different from before. Within the same realm, every stroke was smoother and smoother. No matter if it was gentle or sharp, they all carried a natural smoothness.
After many comparisons, Chen Zong was finally certain that the cultivation of the Eighteen Fundamental Forms had helped his swordsmanship to a certain extent. It had improved his control of the sword.
On the thirtieth day of his arrival at the clan hall, it had been exactly one month.
In Chen Chu Yun's courtyard, Chen Zong was cultivating.
His right arm was tied with a heavy black iron plate, which was covered under his sleeve. The heavy iron plate was not ten pounds, but twenty pounds. His right hand held the sword hilt and held it horizontally in front of him. The sword and his arm formed a straight line. On the other end of the sword hung a heavy iron ball, which weighed twenty pounds.
Chen Zong looked straight ahead. His body was like a wooden stake, and his arms were stretched out. He did not move at all.
One minute!
Two minutes!
Three minutes!
Soon, five minutes had passed. Chen Zong was still holding his sword, motionless.
At the seventh minute, Chen's arm trembled slightly. He continued to hold on.
At the eighth minute, the muscles in his arms felt like they were about to break.
At the ninth minute, his entire arm went numb and he lost all feeling.
At the tenth minute, Chen Zong had reached his limit. He had no choice but to put down his hand and slowly stretch his right arm to let his blood and Qi circulate and nourish his right arm.
At the beginning of his training, Chen Zong could only hold on for five minutes with ten pounds of weight on his arm and ten pounds of weight on the sword tip. Now, with twenty pounds of weight on his arm and ten pounds of weight on the sword tip, he could hold on for ten minutes. It was a significant improvement.
While his right arm was recovering, Chen Zong held the sword hilt with his left hand and held it horizontally in front of him.
Chen Chu Yun did not teach him to do so. It was just an idea that popped up in Chen Zong's mind during his recent training.
He usually held the sword with his right hand. However, if his right hand was injured or temporarily unable to hold the sword for some reason, his strength would decrease a lot. Why not let his left hand hold the sword as well?
Chen Zong began to focus on training with his left hand. However, it was very difficult for someone who had been used to using his right hand since he was young. However, Chen Zong could overcome it.
Under the same weight, his left arm was obviously weaker than his right arm. It reached its limit at the seventh minute and had to be put down to recover.
At this time, his right arm could be trained again.
An hour later, both arms were recovered. Chen Zong held the sword and practiced the Eighteen Basic Movements with his right hand. After he finished practicing, he switched to his left hand. It seemed that there was not much difference, but Chen Zong knew very well that the Eighteen Basic Movements practiced with his left hand was very different from that practiced with his right hand. He still needed to work harder.
Standing in front of the round wooden bead, Chen Zong's posture was very casual. He quickly waved his right hand and unsheathed his iron sword. With a dim flash of sword light, the egg-sized round wooden bead trembled slightly and a sword hole appeared in its center. It meant that Chen Zong was gradually getting started in the practice of the Fast, Accurate, and Steady Three-Word Formula.
The sword light flashed again with amazing sharpness. The second round wooden bead trembled slightly and a sword hole appeared in its center as well.
The third round wooden bead!
The fourth round wooden bead!
The fifth round wooden bead!
The sixth round wooden bead!
When Chen Zong stabbed the seventh round wooden bead with his sword, the sword passed by the bead and cut a hole.
He put the sword back into the sheath, adjusted his posture, pulled out the sword and stabbed again!
When his right hand was sore, he switched to his left hand.
The left hand was more difficult to train than the right hand, but after a few days of training, he had achieved some results. After adjusting his posture, he stabbed the biggest round wooden bead directly, but his control of strength was not as stable as his right hand.
After three hours of training, Chen Zong left.
At night, in a corner of the martial arts field, Chen Zong was practicing his sword.
First, he used his left hand to perform the Eight Moves of the Real Sword, the Residual Shadow Sword Art, the Whisking Willow Sword Art, and the Eagle Strike Sword Art. Then, he used his right hand to practice wholeheartedly.
After twenty days of hard practice, the Eight Moves of the Real Sword had reached the peak of the initial level, and the Residual Shadow Sword Art, the Whisking Willow Sword Art, and the Eagle Strike Sword Art had all reached the peak of the advanced level.
Crouching Sword Art!
Drawing Sword Art!
Rushing Sword Art!
The Eight Moves of the Real Sword were performed by Chen Zong.
Tonight, there was no moon, only sparse starlight. The iron sword was dark and dull, but under the dancing of Chen Zong, every sword move would emit a dazzling light, which was the sign of the Eight Moves of the Real Sword having reached the peak of the initial level. Every sword light was clearly visible and dazzling, like the stars in the dark night.
Exploding Sword Art!
Chen Zong sprinted, his back was like a dragon, and his strength went straight to the sword. His sword was extremely fierce and unreserved, as if he had used up all his strength. It pierced through the sky, like a flying star chasing after the moon. The sword emitted a dazzling light at an extremely fast speed. When the sword pierced through the air, countless sparks burst out, and the air was filled with traces of burning.
Under the sword, a slight whistling sound, like the tide of the sea and the sky, gradually spread out.
Chen Zong trembled all over, as if he had been struck by lightning. A strong numbness swept through his limbs and bones, and his limbs could not help but tremble slightly.
The Blood Qi in his body was vibrating, as if there was a tiger roaring. Subconsciously, Chen Zong put down the iron sword and assumed the Crouching Tiger Style. He removed all distracting thoughts, silently recited the formula of the Tiger Roaring Formula, and concentrated all his mind on controlling the Blood Qi.
He "saw" the red stream flowing in a strange way, making a sound like a tiger's roar.
The Blood Qi flowed at an alarming speed, like a flood bursting through a dam. Gradually, Chen Zong lost control. His skin turned red, and his body temperature rose rapidly, as if his whole body was burning.
Chen Zong remained calm and tried his best to control the Blood Qi. He did not know if it was due to his own efforts or other reasons, but the flow of the Blood Qi gradually slowed down until it finally returned to its original state. However, Chen Zong realized that the Blood Qi "looked" a little different, and its color was brighter.
"Could it be …" A thought popped up, and Chen Zong quickly tried to move the Blood Qi.
The Blood Qi flowed faster all over his body, and his skin turned slightly red. Chen Zong immediately felt that his body seemed to have become lighter. He clenched his fist, and a stronger force was being nurtured within it.
The standard strength of the peak of the third level of the Qi and Blood realm was five hundred pounds. Chen Zong was already extremely familiar with it, so he could clearly feel the slight increase in his strength.
That's right, under the guidance of the Blood Qi, his body was strengthened in all aspects, especially his strength, which increased by about fifty pounds.
In other words, he had completely refined the Blood Qi in his body, which was at least half a month earlier than he had originally expected.
After refining the Blood Qi three times, one could break through to the fourth level of the Qi and Blood realm and become a martial artist.
Under normal circumstances, it would take about four months to complete the first refinement of the Blood Qi from learning the Tiger Roar Technique. About two months would be spent on the preliminary cultivation of the Tiger Roar Technique, and the remaining two months would be spent on the actual refinement of the Blood Qi.
The second refinement of the Blood Qi would take even longer, at least three months. The third refinement of the Blood Qi would take at least four months.
In other words, under normal circumstances, a Martial Disciple with average talent would need almost a year to refine the Blood Qi three times.
Those with higher talent would need less time to refine the Blood Qi three times, perhaps only nine months or half a year. Those with lower talent would need more than a year, unable to reach the goal set by the Clan Hall, and could only be expelled.
Obviously, Chen Zong's talent was not low. Coupled with the combination of various conditions, he had achieved the miracle of going from learning the Tiger Roar Technique to refining the Blood Qi once in a month.
"It seems that I might be able to refine the Blood Qi three times in half a year and break through to the fourth level of the Qi and Blood realm." Chen Zong's eyes shone brightly, his heart filled with fighting spirit.
Becoming a martial artist was his second goal in the short term.
Now that this goal was right in front of him, it was impossible not to be excited. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.
Sheathing his sword, he once again assumed the Crouching Sword Form.
Sword-drawing Form!
The iron sword slashed forward, like a crescent moon blooming in the night sky. The sword light was dazzling, accompanied by a sharp whistle.
This was the sign of the Eight Forms of the True Sword reaching full mastery.
It was also because the Eight Forms of the True Sword had reached full mastery that Chen Zong's body's potential was stimulated, causing the Blood Qi to grow rapidly. Coincidentally, the Blood Qi broke free from his control and accelerated its circulation, being refined by the vibrations of the Tiger Roar Technique.
The Eight Forms of the True Sword were extremely effective. The increase in Blood Qi from minor mastery to full mastery was even more obvious than when the Tiger Power Fist Technique broke through from minor mastery to full mastery. In addition, the Afterimage Sword Technique, Whisking Willow Sword Technique, and Eagle Strike Sword Technique broke through from minor mastery to full mastery.
Chen Zong had never wantonly announced his cultivation progress. He did not even deliberately tell Chen Chuyun.
After consolidating the Eight Forms of the True Sword, Chen Zong looked at the sky. It should be very late, so he should rest and replenish his energy for tomorrow. This was because tomorrow was the monthly chief disciple battle of the group, and also his first battle after entering the Clan Hall.
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