(Question: How many times will Chen Zong refine his blood and Qi? Also, I heard that those who vote and reward will become more handsome.)
Afterimage!
Whisking Willow!
Eagleshot!
Three consecutive sword strikes. Chen Fenghua waved his saber to block, retreating continuously. The sword light seemed to be all-pervasive, too much for his eyes to take in.
"I admit defeat." Chen Fenghua's face was full of bitterness. "Being your opponent is simply a nightmare."
Six times. This was already the sixth king of the chief disciple battle. It was also the sixth time he had lost to Chen Zong's sword. Moreover, each time was faster than the last. Chen Zong's speed of improvement was something he could only look up to. Chen Fenghua's prideful heart was beaten black and blue.
Soon, the last battle of the sixth king of the chief disciple battle began.
The chief disciple of the swordsmanship group, Chen Zong, versus the chief disciple of the fist group, Chen Guzhan.
"Ha!" With a loud shout, Chen Guzhan's blood and Qi surged. His skin turned red, and his strength increased by three hundred jin, reaching a terrifying one thousand and one hundred jin. His fists were like giant rocks falling from the sky, bombarding Chen Zong continuously, sealing off the surroundings.
It could be said that if it weren't for Chen Zong, Chen Fenghua and Chen Guzhan would have occupied the king of the chief disciple battle. Unfortunately, Chen Zong's existence forced them to settle for second place.
"This child's battle skills have improved a lot compared to before." Elder Xing nodded repeatedly.
"Indeed." This was Elder Li, one of the elders of the clan hall. He had heard many times that the king of the chief disciple battle had been won by the same person, so he was very curious and specially came to watch the battle. "This child is born with great strength, and is most suitable for cultivating fist techniques that suppress strength. I can recommend him to Elder Wei."
"Yes." Elder Xing also nodded and looked at Chen Zong. "This child is quite talented in swordsmanship, and with the guidance of that girl, Chu Yun, he is even more outstanding."
"This is our Chen Clan's fortune." Elder Li smiled, full of praise.
On the stage, the sound of wind surged. It was caused by the continuous bombardment of Chen Guzhan's fists. The strong wind howled with astonishing power. Just the pressure alone was enough to suppress many Martial Disciples, causing them to be unable to resist.
Chen Zong, on the other hand, did not seem to be affected at all. He waved his sword calmly. It looked chaotic, but in fact, he was shattering one airflow after another and using the impact force of the airflow to stab forward.
Afterimage Swordsmanship!
Willow Swordsmanship!
Eagle Strike!
The three Sword Techniques that had reached the Perfection Stage were used alternately, changing unpredictably. Gradually, one could even see a trace of the Eagle Strike Sword Technique from the Afterimage Sword Technique.
He continuously weakened Chen Guzhan's attacks and disrupted his rhythm. Then, he guided Chen Guzhan into the rhythm of his swordsmanship to suppress and defeat him.
"You won again." Chen Guzhan was furious. This was the sixth time he had lost to Chen Zong.
Chen Yong's originally old-fashioned face became even more distressed. Chen Yuyao and Chen Yidao were already numb to it. Up until now, they had never been the first in the group. They had only gone through the second round of tempering their Blood and Qi.
As expected, Chen Zong won the king of the first seat for the sixth time. He was rewarded with ten Energy Pills and a jar of Huyang Bone-Strengthening Wine.
Unfortunately, after tempering his Blood and Qi thrice, the Energy Pills were no longer of any use. They were just like food. When he cultivated the Tiger Roar Incantation until he was hungry, he would eat one to replenish his body's energy. As for the Huyang Bone-Strengthening Wine, its effect was getting weaker and weaker. Up until now, the sixth round of tempering his Blood and Qi was almost negligible. However, it was better than nothing.
"If I want to complete the sixth round of tempering my Blood and Qi, I'll need at least two months or even more than three months." Chen Zong thought to himself. Sometimes, when he thought about it, he just wanted to directly break through to the fourth level of the Qi and Blood realm. However, his rationality restrained him from acting rashly. Only by tempering his Blood and Qi to the limit could he forge the best foundation.
Sharpening a knife would not delay the work of cutting firewood!
Inside the house, Chen Zong finished the entire jar of Huyang Bone-Strengthening Wine. Now that he had completed the fifth round of tempering his Blood and Qi, he could completely withstand the medicinal effects of the entire jar of Huyang Bone-Strengthening Wine.
Cultivating the Tiger Roar Incantation caused his Blood and Qi to surge like a long river. Waves of ferocious tiger roars continuously sounded from within his body, seemingly echoing throughout the entire house. It was extremely frightening.
After ten rounds of Tiger Roar Incantation, the medicinal effects of the entire jar of Huyang Bone-Strengthening Wine were completely absorbed. However, the tempering of his Blood and Qi did not improve by much. This made Chen Zong feel rather helpless.
Carrying his sword, he went to a corner of the training field to cultivate his sword techniques.
He practiced Afterimage Sword Technique, Willow Sword Technique, and Eagle Strike Sword Technique ten times each, focusing on the Eight Forms of the True Sword.
"The Eight Forms of the True Sword have long been at the peak of Greater Mastery. Now that I've comprehended quite a bit, perhaps I can try to break through.
"With the profoundness of the Eight Forms of the True Sword, once I break through to the realm of perfection, it will most likely be of great help to the tempering of my Blood and Qi."
Thinking to himself, Chen Zong sheathed his sword. After adjusting his breathing to a long and subtle state, he assumed the Crouching Sword Stance.
His mind was highly focused, forgetting everything around him except the sword in his hand.
Unsheathing the sword!
An obscure sound entered his ears. With the help of the sheath, the sword's speed reached its peak. It slashed forward like a waning moon sweeping across the sky.
Drawing Sword Stance!
His body moved back and forth like undulating waves with his footsteps. His sword was like a rushing torrent, dazzling the eyes and piercing the ears.
Charging Sword Stance!
The iron sword glowed with a dazzling light, circling in the air as if it was stirring up the heaven and earth.
Ring Sword Stance!
The circling sword had accumulated its power to its peak. It instantly stopped, and then suddenly slashed forward. That sword was incomparably resplendent and tyrannical. It was as if even if there was a tall mountain in front of it, it would be split into two.
Chopping Sword Stance!
Borrowing the momentum of the sword slashing down, Chen Zong did not pause at all. His wrist twisted quickly, and his body moved up and down. The iron sword danced like a butterfly, dazzling sword light flashing. It was difficult to distinguish between real and fake.
Chaotic Sword Stance!
A beam of extremely condensed sword light, making it impossible for people to look directly at it, shuttled through the chaotic sword light. It was extremely fast and arrived in an instant.
Rapid Sword Stance!
Withdrawing his sword, his body was like a big bow that was drawn. His strength rose from his feet, passing through his waist to his right arm. Chen Zong could clearly feel that his blood and Qi poured into his right arm like a long river. His right arm seemed to have swelled up, and the unparalleled strength was like endless waves.
Sword Stance!
The iron sword broke through the air, as if it could break everything. The sword light was extremely dazzling, and the sword whistled like a demon's voice. Sparks flew, and a trace of burning smell spread out.
Exploding Sword Stance!
The momentum was like a tide flowing from far to near.
His blood and Qi flowed back into his body. His swollen right arm recovered, but there was a trace of weakness. The iron sword hanging down naturally had a trace of red light, which was caused by the heat generated by the friction with the air when the Exploding Sword Stance was too powerful. It quickly faded away.
This time, Chen Zong practiced the Eight Stances of the Real Sword to a new level. All kinds of essentials emerged, and Chen Zong grasped a trace of comprehension of the Perfect Realm.
Striking while the iron was hot, he practiced again.
Over and over again, the accumulated potential of the past was unearthed. Every time Chen Zong practiced, he could feel that his comprehension of the Eight Stances of the Real Sword deepened.
One day, two days, three days …
On the fifth day, Chen Zong practiced the Eight Stances of the Real Sword again.
The last movement was called the Exploding Sword Stance. When the sword pierced out, the air was shattered. Under the dazzling sword light and the sword whistling like a demon's voice, an unparalleled sharpness broke out. It was a sharpness that could penetrate all hard things, and tear all hard things apart.
His blood and Qi surged like a torrential waterfall. The Tiger Roar Incantation was running on its own. His body trembled slightly, and the sound was like the roar of a fierce tiger. Chen Zong was surprised at first, and then his face was full of joy.
As expected, the Eight Stances of the Real Sword had broken through, from the peak of the Great Completion to the Perfect Realm. His blood and Qi were also affected and refined on its own.
After sixty breaths, the surging blood and Qi gradually calmed down. Chen Zong felt it carefully and smiled.
"Alright, the benefits brought about by this breakthrough are equivalent to half a month of hard work."
The Perfect Realm of the Eight Stances of the Real Sword could train every part of the body. In other words, it could train the entire body. For martial disciples below the peak of the third level of the Qi and Blood realm, the cultivation effect was excellent. This made Chen Zong even more curious about the mysterious sword tip in the space between his eyebrows.
What kind of treasure was that?
It could teach him such a profound Foundation Establishment sword technique like the Eight Stances of the Real Sword.
Unfortunately, the mysterious sword tip did not respond at all, so Chen Zong could only keep his questions to himself.
"When the Eight Stances of the Real Sword reach the Perfect Realm, there will be an unstoppable sharpness!" Chen Zong swung his sword casually and displayed the Eight Stances of the Real Sword. He felt that the iron sword in his hand could cut through iron like it was mud, and its power was astonishing.
Taking a deep breath, he calmed his excited heart and regained his composure. He sheathed his sword and displayed the Crouching Sword Stance again. Suddenly, traces of sharpness condensed on his body and gradually spread out.
Chen Zong did not immediately draw his sword. Instead, he carefully felt the changes in his body. The Perfect Realm of the Eight Stances of the Real Sword was worlds apart from the Peak of the Real Sword.
After a while, Chen Zong fully grasped the changes of the Crouching Sword Stance. His body shook and he displayed the Drawing Sword Stance.
The sword light was like a crescent moon. With an astonishing sharpness, it cut through the air and left a faint white scar.
Soon, he finished practicing the Eight Stances of the Real Sword. His blood and Qi flowed endlessly.
Without stopping, Chen Zong displayed the Crouching Sword Stance again and continued to practice until his arms were sore and exhausted.
"Awesome." Although his face was dripping with sweat, Chen Zong enjoyed it and could not stop laughing.
At this point, all of his Foundation Establishment martial arts had reached the Perfect Realm.
"The next step is to reach the Transcendent Realm." Chen Zong secretly said to himself. That was an unattainable goal. Whether or not he could achieve it, he was not certain, but it was worth a try.
After returning to his room to wash up and change into a clean set of clothes, Chen Zong picked up his sword and headed to Chen Chu Yun's courtyard. Reaching the Perfect Realm of the Eight Stances of the Real Sword was something worth celebrating, but it was not something to be proud of. His daily training still had to continue.
Now, the weights on his arms had reached forty kilograms each, and the heavy metal balls he used to practice the Steadiness Formula had also reached forty kilograms. His right arm could sustain it for fifteen minutes, and his left arm could sustain it for fourteen minutes. Compared to the beginning, this was a very obvious improvement.
During every battle for the position of King of the Chief Disciple, Chen Zong had never taken off his weights. This meant that he had never used his full strength. However, only he and Chen Chu Yun knew this.
In front of the wooden rack used to practice the Quasi Formula, there was a new batch of round wooden balls on it. Each one was as smooth and round as jade beads.
Chen Zong approached with seemingly leisurely steps. He casually drew his sword and stabbed out. Sword light flashed in succession, and in the blink of an eye, three streaks of sword light pierced the three largest round wooden balls at almost the same time. The three wooden balls did not move at all.
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