Under normal circumstances, there will be two updates. Today's outburst is the fourth update.
Early in the morning, the sun rose slowly, its golden red light spilling over the small lake.
Beside the lake, a person was practicing his sword. The sword reflected the sunlight and was somewhat dazzling.
The sword fiercely pierced through the air and shot out. His steps were coordinated, and after the iron sword made a circle in the air, it heavily chopped down. He did not stop, but borrowed the momentum to dance, like a butterfly flying through flowers. Before the sword shadow dissipated, the sword pierced out at an astonishing speed. Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh.
Immediately, the iron sword was quickly retracted. After a slight pause, all the strength in his body rushed to his right arm. The veins on the back of his hand bulged as the strength in the sword burst out. The sword stabbed out fiercely as if it wanted to shatter everything in front of it.
Rushing Sword Style, Ring Sword Style, Cutting Sword Style, Chaotic Sword Style, Swift Sword Style, and Explosion Sword Style were performed in succession. The sword, body, and steps were coordinated as one.
"After five days, I've finally mastered the Eight Forms of the True Sword." Chen Zong put his sword back into its sheath and wiped the sweat off his forehead with a smile.
The Eight Forms of the True Sword was several times more difficult than the Tiger Strength Fist Technique, especially the coordination of the sword, body, and steps. It had to be done perfectly. If it was in the past, Chen Zong would have to train hard for more than a year before he could master it. Now that he had been reborn, everything was different.
Every time he cultivated, he could feel the sword tip trembling in the space between his eyebrows. The cool aura cleared his mind, allowing him to better understand the sword technique and better control his body. The efficiency of his cultivation increased many times over.
"The Eight Forms of the True Sword can be trained to sixty percent of the body. The cultivation speed is obviously better than the peak of the Tiger Strength Fist Technique, but it still can't help me break through to the third level of the Qi and Blood realm in the next twenty days." Chen Zong looked ahead in the direction of the Howling Wind Forest. "Maybe I should enter the Howling Wind Forest to look for herbs that can replenish Blood Qi and hunt some beasts. Eating more beast meat is good for cultivation."
With that thought, Chen Zong immediately strode towards the Howling Wind Forest.
The Howling Wind Forest was quite a distance away from Xiaohu Town. Chen Zong kept running at a constant speed all the way, and it took him almost an hour to get to the front of the forest. The wind blew and whistled, as if there were many wild beasts roaring at the same time, hence the name.
After resting for a few minutes and recovering his strength, Chen Zong walked into the Howling Wind Forest with his sword in hand.
The Wind-Howling Forest was very large. The trees were overgrown with luxuriant foliage, blocking the sunlight and making it look like dusk. However, Chen Zong's eyesight was better after his adventure, so he wasn't affected much.
Outside the forest, there was the sound of wind howling, but inside the forest, it was quiet. Only the soft chirping of insects could be heard, making this tranquility seem like a painting.
After searching for a long time, he still couldn't find any herbs, not even a rabbit.
"It seems that the periphery of the forest has been searched many times. We can only go deeper into the forest," Chen Zong muttered to himself, looking coldly into the depths of the forest.
The Howling Wind Forest was located at the foot of the Howling Wind Mountain. It was very likely that there would be demon beasts roaming around the forest. Without the strength of a warrior, encountering a demon beast would only lead to death.
In the middle section of the forest, there were snakes, insects, fierce beasts, wolves, tigers, and leopards running amok. With Chen Zong's cultivation, it was still very dangerous.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Zong took a step forward, walking firmly into the forest. His alertness was raised to the highest level. His eyes stared straight ahead, his blood and Qi were flowing all over his body, ready to attack.
Suddenly, there was a slight movement on his right. Chen Zong saw a white shadow out of the corner of his eye. He instinctively pulled out his sword and stabbed out, but he only managed to cut off a few white hairs. It was a rabbit, and it was extremely fast. Chen Zong immediately chased after it, but the rabbit went into a tree hole, leaving him with no choice but to give up.
A trace of coldness gave him goosebumps and made his hair stand on end. Without any hesitation, he swung his iron sword upwards. The sword light was vague, and with a swoosh, a flying snake was chopped in half and fell to the ground in the distance.
Looking at the writhing brown body and the triangular head, Chen Zong sucked in a breath of cold air. His heart was beating wildly in fear, and his forehead was drenched in cold sweat. He recognized that this was a Withered Snake. It was not a Demonic Beast, but it was extremely poisonous. Even a strong bull would die in a few minutes after being bitten by it. Even a Martial Artist would not be able to last long.
"Sure enough, danger is everywhere." Chen Zong calmed down, but he was not scared at all. On the contrary, an unprecedented impulse made him want to go deeper into the Howling Wind Forest. It was a budding courage to face difficulties and challenges. However, his stomach failed to live up to his expectations and growled.
"So I've been here for so long. Let's go back first. I'll come back tomorrow." Chen Zong rubbed his stomach and left the Howling Wind Forest. When he left, he was still on high alert.
He walked slowly on his way back while thinking. If he wanted to go home, he would have to pass by the small lake first. However, Chen Zong saw a brown figure standing by the lake.
"Chen Dalei …" Chen Zong frowned slightly, but he walked over fearlessly.
Chen Dalei and Chen Zhongjie were both Chen Zhigang's lackeys. However, Chen Dalei's cultivation had reached the third level of the Qi and Blood realm. He also practiced the Tiger Strength Fist Art, so his strength was much stronger than Chen Zhongjie's.
"I wonder if I can defeat Chen Dalei with my current strength?" Chen Zong thought to himself.
In terms of cultivation, he was not as good as Chen Dalei. However, in terms of the Tiger Strength Fist Art, he had reached the peak of the Greater Mastery while Chen Dalei was only at the peak of the Lesser Mastery. With one minus and one plus, it was hard to say if he could not defeat Chen Dalei.
"Chen Zong, you made me wait for an hour." Chen Dalei had a strong physique. He glared at Chen Zong and shouted, gaining the upper hand by a show of strength.
"That's your business." Chen Zong was not intimidated. Instead, he laughed.
"You injured Chen Zhongjie and threatened Brother Gang and me. It's time to settle the score." Chen Dalei roared. He took a step forward and ran toward Chen Zong. He was aggressive and his face was fierce, like an angry tiger.
He raised his tiger claw and gathered the strength of the third level of the Qi and Blood realm.
"I'll use you to test the Eight Forms of the True Sword." As the thought flashed through his mind, Chen Zong spread his legs apart. His right leg bent slightly in front and his left leg bent even more. Most of his center of gravity was on his left leg. He raised his heel and used the sole of his front leg as a support. The muscles of his left leg were tense to the extreme. He turned his body slightly to the left and leaned forward. His left hand held the iron sword close to his waist and the fingers of his right hand moved gently.
Crouching Sword Style!
This was the beginning of the Eight Forms of the True Sword.
His eyes were cold and sharp. His pupils were focused. He saw every expression and movement of Chen Dalei clearly. He silently calculated the distance between them.
"Bang!" Chen Dalei exhaled and shouted. His right fist was about to punch out. If he was hit, he would definitely suffer internal injuries.
He exhaled and at the same time, his right hand quickly grabbed the hilt of the sword. His left foot stomped hard as if it was going to break the ground. His waist suddenly twisted to the right and a strong force passed through his right arm. The iron sword was unsheathed. The ear-piercing sound of friction was still echoing in his ears. The sword had already slashed forward, drawing a crescent moon.
Sword Drawing Style!
Chen Dalei was frightened. He stopped in his tracks. He felt a chill in front of his chest. His brown uniform was cut open. The tip of the sword almost grazed his chest, leaving a thin mark. Beads of blood seeped out.
The iron sword was pointed at Chen Dalei. Chen Zong's face was cold.
"Chen Zong, don't use your sword if you dare." Chen Dalei took a few steps back. He was shocked and angry. He was stunned.
"Being able to use a sword is my ability." Chen Zong was very calm.
"You …" Chen Dalei angrily pointed at Chen Zong. His face was red with anger. His chest was heaving up and down. "Put down your sword and let me punch you. Otherwise, if Brother Gang attacks you personally, you're dead meat."
"Go back and tell Chen Zhigang that I'll be participating in the Martial Disciple Tournament soon. When the time comes, I want to compete with him." Chen Zong coldly shouted.
"Okay, since you're so arrogant, I'll let Brother Gang take care of you." Chen Dalei was so angry that he laughed. He pointed at Chen Zong and took a few steps back.
Sheathing his sword, Chen Zong rubbed his stomach and turned to walk home. "Dad should be back soon. I have to cook first."
The changes in his body couldn't be hidden from his father, who used to be at the seventh level of the Qi and Blood realm.
Chen Zong made up an excuse. On a certain night, he was staring at the moon in a daze after practicing his fist art. A senior master passed by and gave him a fruit. Not only did the fruit replenish his Qi and Blood, it also helped him break through to the second level of the Qi and Blood realm. The senior also taught him the Tiger Fist Art and taught him a Foundation Building Sword Art.
It sounded very mysterious and hard to believe, but Chen Zhengtang believed it because he had heard of similar things before. According to him, since there was such a lucky child, why couldn't it be his son?
Since Chen Zhengtang believed him, Chen Zong heaved a sigh of relief. After all, the fewer people who knew about that night's adventure, the better. With Chen Zong's current experience, he didn't know why, but it was just an intuition.
When he was washing the rice and cooking, his father still hadn't returned. Chen Zong pulled out a simple black wooden box full of cracks from under his bed. He opened the box and took out a scroll. He opened it and laid it flat on the table.
In an instant, there seemed to be a roar, and a fierce tiger leaped onto the scroll.
"Fierce Tiger Descending the Mountain Painting"!
His father found this painting after he found out that Chen Zong had reached the peak of Greater Mastery in the Tiger Fist Art. It was hidden very well. According to his father, it was made by a friend who had reached the peak of Greater Mastery in the Tiger Fist Art. It had a lot of charm and might be helpful to Chen Zong.
When he said that, Chen Zong saw a flash of pride on his father's face. It was like a child who had snatched a toy.
He looked at the scroll carefully. The black and white were distinct. The strokes were simple, but they had a unique charm. The strokes were extraordinary. Under the simple outline, a fierce tiger leaped down from a steep mountain. It was vivid and lifelike, and a spiritual charm was about to seep out of the paper.
Chen Liwei's name was written at the bottom. It was vigorous and powerful, and three inches of the paper was visible.
These days, whenever Chen Zong had time, he would take out the scroll and study it carefully. As expected, he had a deeper understanding of the Tiger Fist Art, and he was more proficient in the Tiger Fist Art. On the original foundation, there was a small improvement. However, he still had no clue about the Greater Mastery.
"Greater Mastery is easy, but Greater Mastery is hard." Chen Zong said to himself, "I wonder how this senior Chen Liwei reached Greater Mastery in the Tiger Fist Art?"
"It would be great if I could ask this senior face to face. Maybe I could find the inspiration faster and break through."
Muttering, Chen Zong threw away this thought and focused on the Fierce Tiger Descending the Mountain Painting. He carefully tasted the unique charm contained in it.
As he looked, he felt that he seemed to see something in it, but he couldn't grasp it. The feeling of being neither up nor down was really a good feeling.
…
"You said he wants to challenge me?" Chen Zhigang, who was wearing a blue martial arts suit, had his back facing Chen Dalei. He put his hands behind his back and looked up to the sky.
"Yes." Chen Dalei nodded hard.
"Is he trying to provoke me? He is just a bug. What qualifications does he have to challenge me?" Chen Zhigang sneered and said, "Dalei, let your brother do it. Let him lie in bed for eight to ten days as punishment for challenging me."
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