(This is the end of today's sixth update. Everyone can go to bed after reading this. We'll meet again tomorrow)
"Escaped into the forest …" Chen Zhigang frowned as if he was dissatisfied with Chen Dazhong, a Qi Blood Realm Level Four martial artist, allowing a Qi Blood Realm Level Two martial artist to escape. "Forget it, a Qi Blood Realm Level Two martial artist will only die if he goes deep into the Howling Wind Forest."
Chen Zhigang knew that even if he went deep into the Howling Wind Forest, he wouldn't be able to get anything out of it.
"Brother Zhigang, this is a tiger that my brother encountered in the Howling Wind Forest. It was because of it that Chen Zong had the chance to escape. But my brother killed the tiger, so this is for you." Chen Dalei passed a tiger leg to Chen Zhigang.
"Good, good, good. There are fewer and fewer tigers in recent years." Chen Zhigang took the tiger leg excitedly, his eyes shining. "With this, my Blood Qi can be condensed and strengthened."
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The small house in the forest was cleaned up by Chen Zong, and it was much cleaner.
Outside the house, Chen Zong finished practicing the Tiger Fist Technique and started practicing his sword.
The light in the forest was dim, and the iron sword was mottled with gray and black. When he swung it, it was difficult to see the reflection of light.
He practiced the Eight Forms of the True Sword over and over again, becoming more and more familiar with it.
After practicing the True Sword Eight Styles a few times, Chen Zong felt a little hungry. He walked to the side of the stream and stared at a big fat fish. With the sword in his hand, his breathing became faintly discernible. Suddenly, he thrust his sword into the water.
Unexpectedly, the fish reacted quickly. The moment the iron sword entered the water, it shook its tail and quickly swam away, causing Chen Zong's sword to miss.
"I don't believe it." Chen Zong was stubborn. He wouldn't give up until he stabbed the fish with his sword.
After adjusting and stabbing again and again, he finally managed to stab the fish when he was starving. He quickly took out the flint he brought from home and ignited the dead leaves. He slaughtered the big fat fish that was at least five to six pounds and roasted it over the fire.
Not long after, the golden-yellow fish oil dripped down with sizzling sounds, and a rich aroma filled the air. Sprinkled with the seasonings he brought from home, the aroma made Chen Zong's gluttony even more aroused, and his stomach rumbled non-stop.
After the meat was cooked, Chen Zong took a bite without caring about how hot it was. He exhaled in satisfaction.
Not long after, a large fish that still had about five catties left after being slaughtered entered Chen Zong's stomach.
After resting for half an hour, Chen Zong got up and continued to practice the Tiger Power Fist Art. He practiced it ten times in a row.
"I feel that my Tiger Strength Fist Art has reached the limit of Great Accomplishment and can break through to Consummation. What do I lack?" Chen Zong lowered his head and pondered.
The painting of the Fierce Tiger Descending the Mountain was not brought with him, but the image had already been imprinted in Chen Zong's mind. When he closed his eyes and thought, the image appeared clearly.
Chen Zong gained a lot of insights from the diagram, but they were scattered and couldn't be connected, so he couldn't find the opportunity to make a breakthrough.
Suddenly, a figure flashed in Chen Zong's mind. A pair of cold and domineering eyes flashed in Chen Zong's mind. An inexplicable horror emerged out of nowhere and chilled him. It was the figure and eyes of the fierce tiger that he saw with his own eyes not long ago.
The real tiger's figure overlapped with the tiger's figure in the painting. With a flash of inspiration, Chen Zong seemed to have broken the shackles. The fragmented insights were connected, and he was enlightened. He opened his eyes, which emitted an amazing light. He stretched his arms and legs and assumed the Crouching Tiger Posture.
With Chen Zong's subtle adjustments, traces of power like that of a fierce tiger quietly condensed in his body and gradually spread out. In a tree hole not far away, a big gray rabbit ran out. It felt the power, but it suddenly trembled and shrank into a ball. It was like a big meatball that couldn't move. It was like a fierce tiger that saw the king of beasts.
The fishes in the stream all fled in a panic.
After maintaining the Crouching Tiger Posture for ten minutes, Chen Zong's body exploded and he threw a punch. The terrifying power rushed forward with that punch. The wind howled as if a fierce tiger was roaring in front of it. The big gray rabbit, which had shrunk into a meatball, trembled and frothed at the mouth. It was actually scared to death.
After a round of the Tiger Strength Fist Technique, the final Violent Tiger Posture was even more shocking and frightening. It was far more powerful than before. His heart beat fast, his Blood Qi surged, and he felt his strength increase rapidly.
"This feeling is amazing." Chen Zong was extremely excited. "The Tiger Strength Fist Technique has reached perfection, and my cultivation has reached the peak of Qi and Blood Realm Level Two. It's only one step away from Qi and Blood Realm Level Three. It's equivalent to at least three to four months of cultivation.
"The perfection stage is called Tiger Force. It emits the power of a fierce tiger and can intimidate the target.
"The person who created this fist technique is indeed amazing."
The reason why a fierce tiger was so strong was not only because it possessed great strength, but also because it had the power of a king among beasts.
"Every time my martial arts level increases, I can slightly strengthen my Blood Qi. Next, if I can raise the Eight Forms of the True Sword to initial success before the Martial Disciple Tournament, I might have a chance to break through to the third level of the Qi and Blood realm."
"But before that, the Tiger Strength Fist Technique has just broken through. I'll continue to cultivate and consolidate it."
The perfection stage of the Tiger Strength Fist Technique could train up to seventy percent of the body, which was better than the entry stage of the Eight Forms of the True Sword. Every time Chen Zong practiced it, he could feel his Blood Qi surging in his body, as if it was growing bit by bit.
After practicing the Tiger Strength Fist Technique thirty times in a row, Chen Zong felt his limbs go weak and his stomach growl. He walked over and slaughtered the big gray rabbit that was scared to death. After cleaning it, he roasted it over the fire.
This big gray rabbit weighed five kilograms, which was enough for him to have two delicious meals.
After eating, he rested. During his rest time, he thought about the essentials of the Eight Forms of the True Sword and continued to cultivate.
Fist Technique, sword Technique, eat, sleep.
This was Chen Zong's daily life in the small cabin in the woods.
It was very quiet here, without any disturbances. Chen Zong could devote himself wholeheartedly to cultivation, and he could feel his progress every day.
Another night passed. Chen Zong walked out of the cabin. The first thing he did was to draw his sword and draw the tenth mark on the tree trunk next to him, indicating that it was the tenth day since Chen Zong had been here.
He quickly washed up, walked to the stream and stared at a fish, waiting for the right time. He gathered his strength, exerted his strength, and drew his sword. The sword pierced through the air, bringing up a faint sound of wind. It broke through the water and pierced through the big fish.
People who practiced martial arts had a big appetite, especially people like Chen Zong. Except for resting, he spent all his time cultivating, which consumed more energy.
From the time he woke up in the morning to the time he went to bed at night, he had to eat six meals. Each meal was at least five kilograms of fish or rabbit meat, which was what he ate the most. Occasionally, he would also eat snake meat.
Every day, he would eat dozens of kilograms of meat, which would be absorbed by his body through cultivation. It would strengthen his blood and Qi and nourish his body, making him stronger and stronger. However, his strength was still at the level of three hundred kilograms. This was a bottleneck, and only by breaking through could he continue to improve.
Chen Zong did not need to think about how to break through the Tiger Strength Fist Technique anymore. Therefore, he practiced the Tiger Strength Fist Technique ten times every morning and night, and spent the rest of his time on the Eight Forms of the True Sword. Because the Tiger Strength Fist Technique trained different parts of the body from the Eight Forms of the True Sword, combining the two, he could train all parts of the body, and the effect would be better.
Chen Zong also found that piercing fish with the sword was also helpful to the cultivation of the Eight Forms of the True Sword.
"My father said that the sword art is about speed, accuracy, and stability. Otherwise, it would be useless if it could not pierce the target."
"Before, I could not pierce the fish with the sword because it was not accurate or stable enough. After ten days of cultivation, my accuracy and stability have improved a lot, but there is still room for improvement."
"Practicing speed, accuracy, and stability. Besides piercing fish, maybe I can try other methods."
After thinking for a while, Chen Zong took out a straight branch as thick as a thumb and stuck it into the ground. He stood in front of the branch and stared at it, concentrating.
He raised the sword and chopped it down.
However, the sword fell beside the branch, and did not hit the branch.
"So much worse!" Chen Zong was stunned. He thought his sword was already accurate and stable enough.
"Again."
Concentrating, he raised the sword and chopped it down.
He practiced again and again.
The eleventh day!
The twelfth day!
The thirteenth day!
The fourteenth day!
The fifteenth day!
After practicing the Eight Forms of the True Sword for another twenty times, Chen Zong walked to a straight branch as thick as a chopstick, raised the sword, and chopped the branch in half.
"Good, your accuracy has indeed improved a lot." Chen Zong revealed a smile.
Striving for perfection, Chen Zong replaced the chopstick-sized branch with a thinner one.
It was a new day. Chen Zong drew his sword and carved another mark on the tree trunk.
"Four days until the Warrior Disciple Competition." Looking at the twenty marks on the tree trunk, Chen Zong said to himself.
He walked to the stream and stared at a big fish. He stabbed his sword at an extremely fast speed. The tip of the sword broke through the water, and a big fish jumped out.
After eating the fish, Chen Zong drew his sword and started practicing the Eight Forms of the True Sword.
One time, two times, three times … the ninth time, the last form — the Explosive Sword Form!
The power was injected into the sword, and it exploded in an instant. The friction between the sword and the air created a dazzling light that flashed through the darkness of the forest.
"The light emitted by the sword can affect the eyesight. This is the primary level." Chen Zong was surprised at first, and then he was overjoyed.
Previously, he had spent five days practicing the True Sword Eight Styles to the Beginner Realm. He had thought that he would need at least a month to reach the Minor Accomplishment Realm of the True Sword Eight Styles. Who would have thought that he would be able to reach the Minor Accomplishment Realm of the True Sword Eight Styles in just fifteen days without any external disturbances?
"Good, it seems that my training method is correct." Chen Zong was even happier. The Eight Forms of the True Sword were taught by the mysterious sword tip, but the methods of the Piercing Fish and the branch were his own ideas. Maybe such methods already existed, but at least no one taught him. It was all the result of his own efforts.
Through his own efforts, he started from nothing and made progress. What could be more exciting than this sense of accomplishment?
At this time, Chen Zong felt the blood and Qi in his body surging, like the water of a great river. Wherever the blood and Qi passed, Chen Zong's body was changing. Part of the energy from the dozens of pounds of meat he ate every day was hidden in his body. Now, with the surging blood and Qi, it was being guided out and integrated into his limbs and bones, strengthening his muscles, bones, and skin little by little.
"This feeling … I'm about to break through."
He quickly assumed the Crouching Sword Form and performed the Eight Forms of the True Sword again. He used it as a guide to refine the surging energy in his body and accelerate his breakthrough.
After a few rounds of the Eight Forms of the True Sword, an even stronger energy grew from the depths of his body and spread throughout his body. His muscles tightened, giving Chen Zong a stronger and fiercer feeling.
"Hahahaha, I've finally reached the third level of the Qi and Blood realm." Chen Zong couldn't help but laugh. "I'll definitely be in the top three in the Martial Disciple Tournament. Chen Zhigang, Chen Dazhong, it's time to settle our accounts."
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