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Late at night, the full moon hung high in the sky. The bright moonlight shone on the ground like snow.
The lake was calm like a mirror, reflecting the full moon as if it contained another world. The surface of the lake was covered in the moonlight.
Chen Zong lay by the lake with his hands behind his head. He bathed in the moonlight and stared at the bright moon in a daze. His mind was in a mess.
He had put in so much effort and received so little in return. He was not satisfied.
But to practice martial arts, hard work was not enough. One also needed external support. Otherwise, one would only exhaust oneself and eventually collapse. For example, Chen Zhigang could eat the flesh of ferocious beasts for every meal to strengthen his body. He could also take energy pills to aid in his cultivation. It was said that the disciples of the large families in Martial Wind City were able to eat energy pills every few days.
If his father still had his cultivation, it would be easy for Chen Zong to eat the meat of wild beasts every day. It would also not be difficult for him to take an energy pill every once in a while. However, there were no ifs. The fact was that Chen Zong had been looking forward to receiving an energy pill every three months. Today, however, it was ruined.
Sometimes, Chen Zong was at a loss when he thought about it.
The lack of Qi and blood was innate. Unless there was a suitable elixir to improve it, it would always exist. It would seriously hinder him and make Chen Zong's dream and goal become distant.
However, elixirs were extremely rare. Even his father, who used to be at the seventh level of the Qi and blood realm, could not get them.
As he thought about it, Chen Zong suddenly felt that the moonlight tonight was especially bright.
"Something's not right … It seems like something is falling." He tried his best to open his eyes and see clearly, but he only saw a ray of light that was brighter than the moon falling rapidly. "It seems to be coming toward me …"
"Oh no!" Chen Zong finally reacted when the sword-like ray of light fell. When he was about to dodge, the sword-like ray of light seemed to know his intention. Its speed increased by a hundred times, piercing through space and time and shooting into the space between Chen Zong's eyebrows.
It was as if his head was pierced. Intense pain spread throughout his body like a flash flood, causing Chen Zong to pass out.
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"Where is this?" Chen Zong looked around blankly. He was surrounded by a dark void. When he looked down, he could not see his body, but he could feel his existence. It was very strange.
Traces of silver light spread from afar, attracting Chen Zong to fly over. Chen Zong did not know how long he flew before he saw the light. A ball of silver light in the center of the dark void. The closer he got, the more Chen Zong.........
The silver light seemed to be formed from countless silver dragons that crisscrossed together. Every single silver dragon seemed to have come from the void. They connected the heavens and the earth, pierced through space, and contained boundless profundities.
At the center of the light weaved by countless silver dragons, a fragment floated quietly. It looked like the tip of a sword and was completely silver-white in color. It emitted ancient and profound ripples.
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Suddenly, the space between his eyebrows flickered. Its charm was peerless in the mortal world and surpassed the moonlight.
Layers of light spread out like water ripples, covering every part of Chen Zong's body. It seemed that something was constantly being squeezed out of Chen Zong's body.
After the moon passed the middle of the sky, it gradually sank into the west. The flowing light on Chen Zong's body returned to between his eyebrows, and the light was restrained. His fingers moved unconsciously, and his eyelids trembled as he opened them. At first, his eyelids were blank, but then they became sharp. The stench went into his nostrils, like a rotting rat that had been dead for several days, making Chen Zong retch.
"How could this be?" Chen Zong exclaimed. There was a layer of sticky mud on his hands and body. His eyesight was better than before. Under the bright moonlight, he could clearly distinguish between black and red, which was the source of the stench.
He quickly took off his clothes and jumped into the lake to scrub vigorously. After scrubbing more than ten times, he finally washed off the black and red mud on his body. Chen Zong was surprised to find that his skin had become white and rosy, like that of a baby. The paleness, dryness, and all kinds of scars caused by excessive martial arts practice in the past no longer existed.
His whole body was light, as if he could fly with a jump. His heart was strong, his Blood Qi was strong, and his whole body was full of strength. This feeling was unprecedented. Chen Zong could not help but laugh loudly.
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After a sleepless night, Chen Zong was full of energy.
"This is great. Not only is the root cause of the congenital deficiency of Blood Qi gone, but I'm also full of Blood Qi. Even my cultivation has broken through to the second level of the Qi and Blood Realm." Beside the lake, Chen Zong's face was full of excitement.
"It's said that some old treasured medicine can cleanse the marrow and meridians. Is it like this?"
"Stronger, faster, faster, and more agile. Even my brain is more flexible. It's as if I've been reborn."
As he spoke, Chen Zong assumed the Crouching Tiger Stance. His heart beat, his Blood Qi surged, and more power flowed through his limbs and bones. In the space between his eyebrows, the tip of the sword vibrated slightly, and a silver dragon danced. Chen Zong forgot everything and focused on the fist technique.
Punch!
Charging Tiger Stance!
With one punch, it was as if the air was pierced, and the wind howled.
Twisting Tiger Stance!
Leaping Tiger Stance!
Violent Tiger Stance!
With the last punch, the wind howled.
"Hahahaha, the strength of the second level of the Qi and Blood Realm is indeed much stronger than the first level." Chen Zong retracted his fist and laughed loudly.
The first major realm of martial arts was the Qi and Blood Realm. It was divided into nine levels.
From the first level of the Qi and Blood Realm to the third level, it was the foundation of strengthening the body and strengthening the Blood Qi. Hence, it was called a martial disciple.
At the first level of the Qi and Blood Realm, a single arm had the strength of fifty to a hundred pounds.
At the second level of the Qi and Blood Realm, a single arm had the strength of two hundred to three hundred pounds.
At the third level of the Qi and Blood Realm, a single arm had the strength of four hundred to five hundred pounds.
This was the standard. Some people who were born with stronger strength would exceed the standard. For example, Chen Zhigang, who was at the peak of the third level of the Qi and Blood Realm, had the strength of six hundred pounds.
Previously, Chen Zong's arm strength was less than a hundred pounds. Now, it was more than two hundred pounds and less than three hundred pounds. It was a leap in strength. His breakthrough not only increased his strength, but also his speed, and the power of his fist technique.
"Again!" With a low shout, Chen Zong assumed the Crouching Tiger Stance again.
In the past, due to the lack of Blood Qi, he always felt weak. He would be exhausted after three or four times. Now, after five times, he still had energy left.
Over and over again, he felt very carefree. His mind was clear, and his understanding of the Tiger Strength Fist Technique improved exponentially. He grasped all the details that he had overlooked in the past. On the tenth time, his body leaped up like a ferocious tiger, followed by a punch. It was as if a ferocious tiger had gone berserk to injure its opponent. When the punch was thrown, the sound of wind breaking could be heard, as if a ferocious tiger was roaring in the distance.
"Tiger Roar, the Tiger Strength Fist Technique has reached the initial stage of full-mastery." Chen Zong was shocked. Yesterday, he was still worrying about when he would be able to reach full-mastery in the Tiger Strength Fist Technique. Only a day later, he had reached full-mastery. This was too fast.
"It must have something to do with what happened last night." Chen Zong thought to himself. He was very excited. He took a deep breath and calmed down. Striking while the iron was hot, he continued to cultivate and strive to improve further.
After another ten times, Chen Zong threw out punches. Every punch was accompanied by a strong roar of the wind. It was as if a ferocious tiger was roaring in front of him.
"The peak of full-mastery!" Chen Zong gasped. Although he was mentally prepared, he was still shocked. The Blood Qi in his body was surging and growing bit by bit. It was like the water of a great river, quickly dispelling his fatigue.
"When I reach full-mastery in the Tiger Strength Fist Technique, I'll be able to train 50% of the body. It's better than when I reach full-mastery. The effect of training will be more obvious." Chen Zong was very happy, but then he frowned. "The Martial Disciple Tournament in the Li Clan only lasts for 29 days. Even if I reach full-mastery in the Tiger Strength Fist Technique, I won't be able to reach the third level of the Qi and Blood realm. It will be very difficult for me to get into the top three of the Martial Disciple Tournament."
The Martial Disciple Tournament was held once a year. The top three could go to the Chen Clan's Ancestral Hall to cultivate in the Martial Wind City. They could learn more advanced martial arts and enjoy more resources. Every branch family disciple was very eager to go to the Martial Disciple Tournament. They saw it as an opportunity to make a great leap forward. However, only disciples under the age of fifteen could participate. Chen Zong would be fifteen in three months. This was his only chance.
Entering the Ancestral Hall to cultivate, become a martial artist, and become stronger. Then, he could find medicine to cure his father's illness and restore his cultivation. This had always been his dream, and it was also the goal he was fighting for.
"If I can get a better foundation building martial arts than the Tiger Strength Fist Technique, my cultivation speed will be faster." Chen Zong muttered to himself. He knew that it was just a fantasy. Unexpectedly, the sword tip in the space between his eyebrows seemed to understand his words. It trembled slightly, and a silver dragon flew out and rushed into Chen Zong's mind.
As if struck by lightning, Chen Zong's body trembled. He became motionless as if he had become a statue.
Half an hour later, Chen Zong rolled his eyes and woke up. His face was full of smiles. He didn't know if it was because he had suffered too much in the past. God was kind enough to make it up to him.
In that half an hour, Chen Zong obtained a Foundation Building martial art. It was a Foundation Building martial art that was far superior to the Tiger Strength Fist Technique — the Eight Forms of the True Sword.
"The Eight Forms of the True Sword emphasizes the unity of the sword, the body, and the steps. At the beginning, it can train 60% of the body. At the beginning, it can train 70% of the body. At the beginning, it can train 70% of the body. At the end of the day, it can train 80% of the body. At the end of the day, it can train 100% of the body." Chen Zong murmured as if he was in a dream.
Just a moment ago, he was worried that the cultivation speed of the Tiger Strength Fist Technique was too slow. He didn't expect to be given a Foundation Building martial art that was far superior to the Tiger Strength Fist Technique. Moreover, it was a rare weaponized foundation building martial art.
"Could it be that all requests are granted?" Chen Zong was puzzled. "Give me two Energy Pills."
There was no response. Could it be that he asked for too many? Why not just change it to one pill? There was still no response. Chen Zong could only give up and shift his attention to the Eight Forms of the True Sword.
In order to cultivate the Eight Forms of the True Sword, one must first have a sword.
"When the cultivation level of the clan's disciples reaches the first level of the Qi and Blood realm, they can get a free weapon from the weapons room. This is a good opportunity to use it." Chen Zong thought to himself. He strode in the direction of the clan's weapons room. Along the way, he continued to ponder over the Eight Forms of the True Sword.
The Eight Forms of the True Sword consisted of a total of eight sword forms in ascending order. They were Crouching Sword Form, Drawing Sword Form, Charging Sword Form, Ring Sword Form, Chopping Sword Form, Chaotic Sword Form, Swift Sword Form, and Explosive Sword Form.
There were five forms for the movement technique: standing, crouching, bouncing, twisting, and spinning.
There were six forms for the movement technique: charging, sliding, tapping, shifting, leaping, and spinning.
The eight forms could be used in succession or individually. Each form had to be combined with the corresponding movement technique and movement technique to maximize its power.
The method of cultivation, the movements and changes of each form were clearly displayed in his mind, as if they were branded.
"Just the beginner level requires one to combine the sword, body, and movement technique. It's very difficult.
"However, once I've reached the beginner level, I'll have considerable power. Perhaps it'll be enough to surpass the initial level of the Tiger Strength Fist Technique.
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