It was late at night.
Chen Zong was lying on his bed, sleeping peacefully. However, his eyelids would tremble from time to time, and his eyebrows would furrow from time to time. It was obvious that Chen Zong's sleep was not peaceful.
Chen Zong was dreaming. In his dream, there were shadows of swords and sabers, and a rain of blood.
It had been half a month since he returned to the Real Sword Academy. All his injuries had healed, but there were many scars left.
Every day for half a month, Chen Zong would have a dream. In his dream, there were shadows of swords and sabers, blood and rain. Countless silhouettes flickered. There were human silhouettes as well as demonic beasts, constantly rushing towards Chen Zong. Chen Zong himself held a sword in each hand, unceasingly slashing and slashing until he was exhausted.
At first, Chen Zong was not used to it. A few days ago, it even affected his condition during the day. However, he knew that this was the aftereffect.
After more than twenty days of life and death battles in the Western Wasteland, he needed a long time to dissipate his murderous aura and calm down. After that, he had to go through the chaos of the demonic army, the attacks of the Real Force Realm warriors, the attacks of the Black Demon Sect warriors, and other demonic beasts. He had to go through a lot of hardships to survive. Compared to that, this little aftereffect was nothing.
Chen Zong also felt that every day after waking up from the massacre in his dream, he would be unaffected after a slight adjustment. Furthermore, his willpower seemed to have become stronger as well.
At this moment, the Thunderclap Sword Force in his body trembled slightly and started to move on its own. It became faster and faster until it reached the extreme. It was like a bolt of lightning, rushing between his bones and muscles. A numbing feeling spread throughout his body.
Chen Zong's eyelids trembled. He opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a flash of lightning.
He quickly got up and sat cross-legged. He cleared his mind and operated the fourth level of the Thunderclap Sword Force.
After risking his life to return to the Real Sword Academy, Chen Zong's cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds. A few days ago, he had reached the peak of the Fourth Transformation of the Qi Refining Realm. This was partly due to his great potential, but also because of the twenty days of continuous fighting and the tempering of breaking out of the encirclement.
There were great terrors between life and death, but there were also great opportunities, and that was to train oneself and stimulate one's potential.
The Thunderclap Sword Force revolved round and round, and it had already broken through the normal limit. It was getting faster and faster, and it made Chen Zong feel numb all over, as if he had been struck by an electric current. His muscles trembled unconsciously.
In an instant, a powerful aura spread out from Chen Zong's body.
The breakthrough had come so abruptly, yet … it had come so naturally!
Chen Zong could clearly feel that his body's potential was constantly being squeezed out and transformed into primitive internal force to replenish it.
After an hour, Chen Zong finally stopped cultivating. He opened his eyes, which were shining like lightning flashing across the night sky and illuminating the bedroom in an instant.
Electricity was generated in an empty room!
He exhaled a breath. Under the night sky, the wisps of breath were like white mist.
Chen Zong felt like he was dreaming.
He thought back to his cultivation journey. It was very difficult at the beginning, but it was full of energy. The further he went, the faster his speed seemed to be. Especially when he reached the great perfection of Qi and blood, the Qi and Blood Flawless Body, and the Body Forging Technique, they were of great help to him.
It had been less than a year and a half since he entered the Real Sword Academy, but his cultivation had already reached the fifth transformation of the Qi and blood realm. It was almost unimaginable.
One had to know that cultivating in the Qi and blood realm was more than ten times harder than cultivating in the Qi and blood realm. However, his cultivation speed was obviously much faster than when he was in the Qi and blood realm. Especially since he came from an ordinary background, he had to rely on his own two hands to fight for all the resources.
At the beginning of the fifth transformation of the Qi and blood realm, one's strength would obviously increase by a lot after spending some time familiarizing himself with his internal force.
One had to know that from the peak of the fourth transformation to the beginning of the fifth transformation, the amount of internal force would double, and the purity would double again.
Although it was still midnight, Chen Zong was full of energy after his breakthrough. He got out of bed, drew his sword, and went to the yard to practice.
Under the night sky, sword light flashed, as if it was reflecting off the half-hidden moon in the sky.
In the Western Wasteland, although there was an unforeseen event that caused the Chen Sect to suffer heavy losses in the end, at the same time, they also reaped great rewards.
What he had lost was the monster cores that he had painstakingly collected. Chen Zong calculated that even without the 30% premium from the Real Martial Arts Alliance, he could definitely sell them for more than ten million White Jade Coins. Unfortunately, he had lost them in the final battle.
More than ten million White Jade Coins was enough for Chen Zong to buy a lot of cultivation resources.
However, his willpower had become more condensed and resilient, and his cultivation had broken through to the fifth transformation of the Qi and blood realm.
The sword light was like lightning, streaking across the night sky. Not only was it fast, but it was also ferocious. Every strike was like a thunderbolt that could shatter everything.
Every strike carried a shocking murderous aura that sent chills down one's spine.
It was more efficient and concise. The same strike could be executed with less force, but with more power. This was the benefit of going through a high-intensity life and death battle.
The greatest benefit was that saber strike.
The pale blade light was light, fast, and sharp. It carried an aura that could destroy everything. It was called … Graceful Extinction Strike.
Chen Zong had watched it three times and remembered it. He recalled it every time and understood the feeling it contained.
Light and natural, but Chen Zong could not find any words to describe it.
"I can be sure. After all, that strike contained a martial arts realm that was higher than the combination of mind, eye, and hand," Chen Zong thought to himself. Holding his sword, he stood quietly in the courtyard.
Chen Zong closed his eyes and held the sword in his right hand in front of his chest. He was motionless, as if he had turned into a statue.
In his mind, the pale blade light flashed again and struck forward. Wherever it passed, the aura of extermination filled the air. Nothing could stop it.
He carefully sensed the profoundness contained within the blade light.
Chen Zong's right hand holding the sword trembled unconsciously, and so did the sword in his hand. The sword light was bright, and an oval-shaped halo appeared. It was not dazzling. It was very gentle, but it seemed to exist forever.
He wanted to draw his sword, but he seemed to be bound by an invisible force and could not.
It was a kind of shackle.
He recalled it again and again. Suddenly, two words appeared in Chen Zong's mind.
Nimble!
Yes, the lightness and naturalness of that strike were the embodiment of nimble.
Nimble. As soon as the word came out, countless inspirations burst out like a flood bursting a dam. They rushed and spread all over Chen Zong's body. It was an indescribable feeling.
His trembling right hand suddenly moved, and the trembling sword body was swung out.
The light sword body did not seem to carry much power. It was light and natural. It looked slow, but it left a trace in the night. It faded after three blinks of an eye.
This strike was silent, and no power could be seen.
Chen Zong still closed his eyes. He withdrew his sword and swung it again.
Sword after sword, the trajectory of the sword became more and more obvious, and the time it stayed in the night grew longer.
The pale blade light replayed in his mind again and again. Chen Zong's sword followed its trajectory again and again.
This was imitation.
Chen Zong wanted to imitate the trajectory of that strike first, and then further understand the mystery contained in it.
Every imitation deepened Chen Zong's understanding, and he gradually grasped what exactly was contained in that slash.
"Senior Huan Yun Swordsman said that there are two levels in Martial Arts. The first level is the combination of mind, eye, and hand, which is the level I am in now. The second level is the combination of essence, qi, mind, eye, and hand."
"The Jinghong Extermination Blade that this senior used is based on the combination of essence, qi, mind, eye, and hand."
"If I want to completely master the mystery, I also need to understand the combination of essence, qi, and hand."
"In other words, if I can understand the mystery of this strike, I will be able to step into the second level of Martial Arts."
Chen Zong opened his eyes. His eyes were shining like the moon in the sky. He swung his sword casually. It was light, natural, and unparalleled. However, Chen Zong knew that the flexibility of this strike was only on the surface. He had not grasped the essence of this strike.
It had always been difficult for him to improve in Martial Arts. Now, he saw the opportunity to improve.
Unfortunately, that elder was already dead.
In the battle half a month ago, more than 30 warriors of the Real Martial Arts Realm joined forces to fight against two elders of the Black Demon Sect. The process of that battle must have been very fierce. Chen Zong regretted not being able to see it with his own eyes, but he knew the final result.
The two Elders of the Black Demon Sect didn't die, but their injuries weren't light. The thirty or so Elders of the various major forces suffered disastrous losses. Thirteen of them were killed on the spot, five were crippled, eight were heavily injured, and the rest were all lightly injured.
This was the worst loss since the establishment of the Zhenwu Era. It was a great loss.
For a moment, everyone was in a state of panic. All other matters and grievances were temporarily put aside. There was only one sect that received the most attention: the Black Demon Sect.
All signs indicated that the Black Demon Sect was making a comeback. Looking at the history of the destruction of the Zhenwu Era made people's hair stand on end.
In that battle, among the 13 warriors of the Real Martial Arts Realm who died, two were elders of the Real Sword Academy. Among the five who were disabled, one was an elder of the Real Sword Academy. As for the eight who were seriously injured, one of them was also an elder of the Real Sword Academy.
In addition, there were more than a thousand outstanding warriors of the Qi Refining Realm from various forces. In the end, only about 300 people survived. Among them, dozens were disabled, and the rest were more or less injured. They would need at least ten days to half a month to recuperate.
This kind of loss was also very heavy. The number of disciples of the Real Sword Academy suddenly decreased by more than a hundred people.
Not only that, but seven or eight people who could not bear the aftereffects of the high-intensity killing had become insane. They were basically crippled.
However, those who survived and did not become insane also gained obvious benefits. One by one, they made breakthroughs in their cultivation and became stronger.
Chen Zong continued to practice his sword until dawn. After eating breakfast prepared by the maid, he began to practice the fourth level of the Body Forging Technique. After that, he began to practice the Thunderclap Sword Force.
At noon, a deacon came with good news.
"Chen Zong, congratulations on becoming a disciple of the Real Sword Academy. Now, please follow me," the middle-aged deacon said with a smile.
After reaching the fourth transformation of the Qi Refining Realm, one was qualified to become a disciple of the Real Sword Academy. However, when they returned, they were very tired. Two elders died, other elders were injured, and many disciples died. This made the Real Sword Academy very busy. It was not until yesterday that Chen Zong applied for the position. Today, he received a reply.
After receiving the reply, Chen Zong smiled.
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