Chapter 2 The Eight Styles of the True Sword

　　Late at night, the full moon hanging high in the sky, white moonlight all over the earth, flowing frost like snow. 　　The small lake was rippling like a mirror, reflecting the full moon, as if it contained another world, the surface of the lake was covered with ghostly white moonlight. 　　Chen Zong lying on the edge of the small lake, hands resting on the back of the head, bathed in the moonlight, just staring at the bright moon dazed, his mind in turmoil. 　　Paying so much, gaining so little, there is always some unwillingness. 　　But practice martial arts, hard practice is not enough, but also have external support, otherwise it will only empty itself, and ultimately exhaust themselves, like Chen Zhigang can eat the blood and meat of fierce beasts at every meal, to strengthen the body, but also take more energy pills to assist in the cultivation of the city of wind and martial arts of the children of those big families, it is said that every three days and five days, you can eat a pill of energy. 　　If Ah Dad's cultivation was still there, it would be easy for Chen Zong to eat the blood and flesh of fierce beasts on a daily basis, and it wouldn't be difficult to take an energy pill at intervals, but there were no ifs and buts, the facts are the facts, and handing out an energy pill every three months was the time Chen Zong was most looking forward to, and it was spoiled today. 　　Sometimes when he thought about it, Chen Zong was at a loss. 　　The lack of qi and blood was innate, and unless there was a suitable treasure pill to improve it in one fell swoop, it would always be there, seriously dragging him down and making Chen Zong's dreams and goals a long way off. 　　But the precious medicine, how rare it was, even Ah Dad who once had a cultivation at the seventh level of the Qi Blood Realm was unable to obtain it. 　　Thinking about it, Chen Zong suddenly felt as if the moon fall tonight was particularly bright. 　　"No...... seems like something is falling down." Striving to widen his eyes to get a better look, he only saw a light brighter than the bright moon falling rapidly, "It looks like it's coming my way ......" 　　"No good!" At the moment when that light like a sword struck down, Chen Zong finally reacted and hastily tried to dodge, the light like a sword as if it knew his intentions, its speed increased by a hundred times and shot into Chen Zong's brow as if it had cut through space and time. 　　As if he was penetrated through the head, severe pain like a flash flood hit his entire body, directly causing Chen Zong to pass out. 　　"Where is this?" Chen Zong looked around in a daze, surrounded by a dark void, then lowered his head but could not see his own body, on the other hand, he could feel his own existence, very strange. 　　Silky silver light diffused from afar, attracting Chen Zong to fly, I don't know how long he flew, Chen Zong saw the source of light, a ball of silver light stood still in the center of the dark void, the closer he got, the more Chen Zong was shocked. 　　The silver light seemed to be made up of countless silver dragons crisscrossing and intertwining, each silver dragon seemed to come from nothingness, connecting heaven and earth through space and time, containing endless mysteries. 　　In the center of the countless silver dragons woven into the light, there was a piece of debris quietly suspended, the shape of a sword tip, silver-white, emitting ancient and profound fluctuations. 　　Constantly approaching, finally, Chen Zong's consciousness drifted into the light woven by the silver pale dragons, and the moment it came into contact with the tip of the sword, it was as if something exploded, impacting the eight directions, causing Chen Zong to completely lose consciousness. 　　Suddenly, the light at the center of his brow flickered and wavered, the divinity astonishing the world and outshining the light of the bright moon. 　　Layers of light like water waves spread, filling every part of Chen Zong's body, as if something was constantly being squeezed out of Chen Zong's body. 　　As the moon gradually sank in the west after passing the mid-sky, the stream of light on Chen Zong's body returned to his brow, the light restrained internally, his fingers unconsciously moved, his eyelids trembled and opened, first blankly, then sharply, the stench drilled into his nostrils, like a mouse that had been dead for days and had already rotted, causing Chen Zong to dry-heave more than a few times. 　　"How could this happen?" Chen Zong exclaimed, there was a layer of sticky sludge on his hands and body, his eyesight was even better than before, the white moonlight could still clearly distinguish the black and red color, which was the source of the stench. 　　Hurriedly took off his clothes and jumped into the lake and scrubbed hard, enough to scrub ten times, before the body of the black and red sludge washed off, Chen Zong was surprised to find that his skin has become fair and red, such as a baby, in the past, because of the congenital blood qi shortage of pallor and dryness as well as excessive practice of martial arts left behind by all kinds of wounds no longer exist. 　　The whole body was light, as if it could fly up with a hard jump, the heart was powerful, the blood qi was strong, and the body was full of power, this feeling, unprecedented, made Chen Zong unable to stop laughing and startled waves. 　　After a night of no sleep, Chen Zong was in high spirits. 　　"Great, not only is the root of the congenital blood qi deficiency eliminated, there is no more half weakness, the blood qi is full, and along with that, the cultivation level has also broken through to the second level of the Qi and Blood Realm." By the small lake, excitement overflowed on Chen Zong's face. 　　"It is said that some high vintage precious medicines have the power to cut down the veins and cleanse the marrow, is it what I am like?" 　　"Stronger, faster, more responsive, even my brain is more flexible, it's almost as if I've been transformed." 　　While speaking, Chen Zong set up the Tiger Entrenchment Stance, his heart drummed, his blood qi stirred, more powerful strength flowed through his limbs and bones, and in the space between his eyebrows, the tip of his sword lightly trembled, and the silver-colored pale dragon flew, causing Chen Zong to forget about everything and focus on his punching technique. 　　Throwing a punch! 　　Tiger Punch Style! 　　Under one fist, it was as if the air was pierced through, and the sound of wind rose. 　　Tiger Turning Style! 　　Tiger Leaping Style! 　　Tiger Storm! 　　With the last punch, the sound of wind stirred. 　　"Hahahahaha, the power of the second level of the Qi Blood Realm is indeed far superior to the first level." Chen Zong closed his fist and stood, laughing. 　　The first major realm of martial arts practice was called the Qi and Blood Realm and was divided into nine layers. 　　The first to third level of the Qi and Blood Realm was only in strengthening the body to grow blood qi, it was the foundation, hence the name Martial Apprentice. 　　The first level of qi and blood realm, one arm can have fifty pounds to one hundred pounds of strength. 　　The second level of the qi and blood realm, one arm can have two hundred pounds to three hundred pounds of strength. 　　At the third level of the qi and blood realm, one arm can have a strength of four hundred to five hundred pounds. 　　This was the standard, some people who were naturally stronger would exceed the standard, such as Chen Zhigang, who was at the peak of the third level of the Qi and Blood Realm and had six hundred pounds of strength in one arm. 　　Before, Chen Zong's single arm strength was less than one hundred pounds, now it was more than two hundred pounds not yet three hundred pounds, it was simply a leap of faith, the cultivation breakthrough not only enhanced strength, speed was also improved, the power of punching method surged. 　　"Practice again!" With a low shout, Chen Zong set up the Tiger Entrenchment Style again. 　　In the past, when his innate blood qi was insufficient, he always felt weak and would get tired after practicing it three or four times in a row, but now after practicing it five times, he still had energy left. 　　Over and over again, very smooth, incomparably clear mind's understanding of the Tiger Power Fist Technique straight line improvement, the past ignored the nuances one by one mastery, the tenth time, the body shape like a tiger leaping up, followed by a punch down, like a tiger rising up to injure people, a punch, strong wind breaking sound overflowing, as if a tiger roaring in the distance. 　　"Tiger Roar, the Tiger Power Fist Technique has initially reached its great fulfillment." Chen Zong was startled, yesterday he was still agonizing over when he would be able to practice the Tiger Power Fist Technique to its grand completion, after a day, it had entered the grand completion, this was too fast. 　　"It must have something to do with what happened last night." Chen Zong secretly said, excited, taking a deep breath to calm down, striking the iron while it was hot, continuing to cultivate, striving for further improvement. 　　After another ten times, Chen Zong threw a punch, each punch could bring up a powerful wind roar, like a tiger roaring in front of him, the sound was astonishing. 　　"Peak Grand Completion!" Chen Zong sucked in cold air, despite being mentally prepared, he was still shocked, his blood qi was surging within his body, a thread of it growing, like the water of a great river, causing his fatigue to be quickly eliminated. 　　"Tiger Power Fist Technique practiced to the grand completion, the exercising part reaches fifty percent, better than the small completion, the cultivation effect is more obvious." Chen Zong was overjoyed, then frowned: "There are only twenty-nine days until the clan's Martial Apprentice Battle, even if the Tiger Power Fist Technique reaches completion, I won't be able to raise my cultivation to the third level of the Qi Blood Realm, making it very difficult to get the top three of the Martial Apprentice Battle." 　　The Martial Disciple Battle would be held once a year, the top three could go to the Chen Family Clan Clan Hall in Wind Martial City to train, learn higher level martial arts, and enjoy more resources, every branch clan descendant was very eager to do so, and regarded it as an opportunity for the fish to leap over the Dragon Gate, but only clan descendants who were younger than fifteen years old could take part in it, and as Chen Zong would be fifteen years old in another three months, it would be the only opportunity he would ever have. 　　Entering the clan clan hall to cultivate, becoming a martial artist, becoming powerful, and then finding a cure as well as a precious medicine to restore his cultivation for Ah Dad, this was what he had always wished for, and this was also what he had fought for. 　　"If I can obtain a better Foundation Establishment Martial Art than the Tiger Power Fist Technique, my cultivation speed can be even faster." Saying this to himself, Chen Zong also knew that it was a fantasy, who knew that as if the sword tip in the space between his eyebrows understood his words, it gently trembled, and a silver-colored pale dragon detached and flew out, rushing into Chen Zong's mind. 　　As if struck by lightning, Chen Zong's body trembled, as if turning into a statue motionless. 　　Half an hour later, Chen Zong's eyes turned, awake, full of face is unable to stop smiling, do not know whether it is too much suffering in the past, God has eyes, now compensation. 　　Within that half an hour, Chen Zong had obtained a Foundation Establishment Martial Art, a Foundation Establishment Martial Art that was far superior to the Tiger Power Fist Technique - True Sword Eight Styles. 　　"True Sword Eight Styles, which emphasizes the unity of the sword body and steps, at the beginning, it can exercise 60% of the body parts, at the small completion it can exercise 70%, at the large completion it can exercise 80%, and at the complete completion it can exercise 10%." Almost dream-like murmuring, Chen Zong was in a bit of a trance. 　　Just now, he was still troubled that the cultivation speed of the Tiger Force Fist Technique was too slow, but he did not expect that he would be sent a Foundation Building Martial Art that was far superior to the Tiger Force Fist Technique, and it was also a rare Weapon Building Martial Art. 　　"Could it be that there is a request?" Chen Zong wondered, "Give me two energy pills." 　　There was no movement, could it be that it was too much to ask for, or else it would be better to change it to one pill, still no movement, Chen Zong had no choice but to give up, his attention shifted to the True Sword Eight Style. 　　To practice the True Sword Eight Styles, one must first have a sword. 　　"When the cultivation of a family's children reaches the first level of the Qi Blood Realm, they will be able to go to the Weapon Room to receive a weapon for free, this is just the right opportunity to use it." Chen Zong secretly said, stepping away and walking in the direction of the family weapon room, continuing to think about the True Sword Eight Styles along the way. 　　The True Sword Eight Styles, in total, were eight sword strokes, in increasing order, in order, they were the Ambush Sword Styles, Drawing Sword Styles, Rushing Sword Styles, Ring Sword Styles, Chopping Sword Styles, Chaotic Sword Styles, Snappy Sword Styles, and Explosive Sword Styles. 　　There are five styles of stance: standing, crouching, bouncing, twisting and whirling. 　　The footwork has six styles: rushing, sliding, pointing, moving, leaping and turning. 　　Each of the eight styles can be performed in a row or used individually, and each style must be matched with the corresponding stance and footwork in order to maximize its power. 　　How to cultivate, the movements and variations of each stance were clearly presented in the mind, like a brand. 　　"To get started alone, one needs to achieve the unity of the three sword-body-steps, it's very difficult." 　　"However, once one is initiated, it is quite powerful, perhaps enough to outperform the Tiger Power Fist Technique that is a small success." 　　For a while, Chen Zong's fighting spirit was full.