Chapter 6 Successive Breakthroughs

　　"Escape into the forest ......," Chen Zhigang frowned, seemingly dissatisfied that Chen Dazhong, a Qi Blood Realm fourth level martial artist, had made a move and even allowed a Qi Blood Realm second level to escape, "Forget it, a mere Qi Blood Realm second level going deeper into the Wind Howling Forest only has a one way to die." 　　Chen Zhigang paid himself, even if he went deep into the Wind Howling Forest, he wouldn't be able to curry any favors. 　　"Brother Gang, this is the tiger that my brother encountered in the Wind Howl Forest, it was because of it that Chen Zong had the chance to get away, but this tiger was killed by my brother, these are for Brother Gang." Chen Dalei handed a tiger leg in his hand to Chen Zhigang. 　　"Good good good, in recent years fierce tigers have become less and less." Chen Zhigang received the tiger leg with a few excited tones, his eyes glowing, "With it, my blood qi can be more condensed and stronger." 　　The hut in the forest was a lot cleaner after Chen Zong had done some organizing. 　　Outside the house, Chen Zong finished practicing the Tiger Power Fist Technique and started practicing his sword. 　　The light in the forest was dim, the iron sword was gray and black mottled, and it was difficult to see the reflection of light as it was swung. 　　The True Sword Eight Forms were practiced over and over again, becoming more and more skillful. 　　After practicing the True Sword Eight Styles a few times, his stomach was a bit hungry, Chen Zong walked to the side of the creek, staring at a big fat fish, iron sword in hand, his breath became iffy, and he fiercely launched his sword, stabbing into the water. 　　Who knew that the fish reacted extremely fast, the moment the iron sword entered the water its tail shook and quickly swam away, causing Chen Zong's sword to fall short. 　　"I just don't believe it." Chen Zong's stubbornness came up, not stopping until he stabbed a fish with his sword. 　　Adjusting his sword again and again, the end result was that his stomach was starving and deflated before he barely managed to stab a fish, and he hurriedly took out the ignition stone that he brought from home to ignite the withered leaves, slaughtered the big fat fish that weighed five or six pounds, and set it up on the fire and roasted it. 　　Not long after, the golden yellow fish oil drops, sizzling, strong fragrance overflowing, sprinkled with seasoning brought from home, the flavor is to make Chen Zong craving big move, stomach grumbling and grumbling. 　　After baking, no matter how hot, Chen Zong first bite, mouth repeatedly breath, a face of satisfaction. 　　Not long after, a big fish that still had about five pounds after slaughtering entered Chen Zong's stomach. 　　After resting for half an hour, Chen Zong climbed up and continued practicing the Tiger Power Fist Technique ten times. 　　"I feel that my Tiger Power Fist Technique has already reached the limit of Grand Completion and can break through to Perfection, what exactly is still missing?" Chen Zong lowered his head and pondered. 　　The Fierce Tiger Downhill Diagram had not been brought with him, but the image had long been imprinted into Chen Zong's mind, and it was clearly revealed as he closed his eyes and pondered. 　　From the diagram, Chen Zong had quite a few epiphanies, but those epiphanies were scattered, never able to be coherent, and he was unable to find the opportunity for a breakthrough. 　　Suddenly, a figure flashed through Chen Zong's mind, a pair of icy and dominating eyes flashed through, an inexplicable thrill surged up for no reason, and chills rose, it was precisely the figure and eyes of the fierce tiger that he had seen with his own eyes not long ago. 　　The real fierce tiger figure overlapped with the fierce tiger figure on the scroll, a flash of aura, as if breaking the shackles, the fragmented comprehension was connected in a coherent line, blessed with a heart of hearts, Chen Zong's eyes opened and blossomed with an amazing light, his hands and feet stretched out, and he posed in the Tiger Crouching Style. 　　With Chen Zong's subtle adjustments, a trace of tiger-like might, in his body quietly cohesion, gradually diffuse out, not far away from a large tree hole, there is a big gray rabbit ran out, feel that might, but steeply trembling shrunk into a ball, as if a large meatball like can not move, like to see the king of the beasts of the tiger in general. 　　The fish in the stream fled to the distance. 　　After ten minutes of maintaining the Tiger Entrenchment Style, Chen Zong's body shape rose up, a fist blasted out, the terrible might with that fist to the front impact, the wind roar piercing sound, such as a tiger roaring in front of him, shocked that shrunken into a meatball of big gray rabbit trembling, foaming at the mouth and limbs spread out, surprisingly, was scared alive to death. 　　A tiger power boxing down, the last tiger storm style, is the sound of amazing power terrible, far better than before, the heart drumming, blood qi agitation, feel all the power soaring up. 　　"This feeling is fantastic." Chen Zong was thrilled, "The Tiger Force Fist Technique is complete, and along with it, my cultivation has also reached the peak of the second level of the Qi and Blood Realm, and is only one step short of the third level of the Qi and Blood Realm, which is at least equal to a good three or four months of my cultivation." 　　"The realm of consummation is Tiger Power, which means that it exudes the might of a fierce tiger, capable of shocking the target." 　　"The person who created this fist technique is truly powerful." 　　The reason why a fierce tiger was so strong was because of the might of a king of beasts, in addition to the great power it possessed itself. 　　"Every time the level of martial arts is raised, it is able to strengthen the blood qi by a small margin, following that, if I am able to raise the True Sword Eight Styles to a small level before the Martial Apprentice Battle, I might be able to have a certain chance of breaking through to the third level of the Qi and Blood Realm." 　　"But until then, the Tiger Power Fist Technique has only just broken through, continue to cultivate and consolidate." 　　The Tiger Force Fist Technique of the Perfection Realm had a 70% exercise part for the body, which was superior to the True Sword Eight Styles of the Introductory Realm, and every time he practiced it, Chen Zong could feel the blood qi surging within his body, and it seemed to grow a little bit stronger. 　　Continuously practicing the Tiger Power Fist Technique for thirty times, Chen Zong felt his limbs go limp and his stomach rumble again, he walked over and brought over the big gray rabbit that had been scared to death to be slaughtered and cleaned, and set it up on the fire to grill it up. 　　This big gray rabbit is ten pounds, enough to eat two meals. 　　After eating, rest, rest is to think about the true sword eight style of the essentials, and then continue to practice. 　　Practicing fist, practicing sword, eating, sleeping. 　　This was Chen Zong's daily life in the hut in the forest. 　　It was quiet here, free from any distractions, Chen Zong could devote himself wholeheartedly to his cultivation, and every day he was able to feel his progress. 　　Another night passed and Chen Zong stepped out of the hut, the first thing he did was to draw his sword and make the tenth mark on the tree trunk next to him, signifying Chen Zong's tenth day of being here. 　　Quickly washing up, he walked to the stream and stared at a fish, waiting for the right moment to build up his momentum, powering up, and launching his sword, the sword broke through the air, bringing up a faint wind sound, breaking through the water, and piercing through the large fish to pick it out with a single thrust of the sword. 　　People who practiced martial arts had a large amount of food, especially if they were like Chen Zong, apart from resting, everything else was spent on cultivation, to consume more energy. 　　When one woke up in the morning and went to bed at night, one had to eat six meals, each meal was at least five pounds of fish or rabbit meat, which was the most eaten thing, and occasionally snake meat. 　　Every day dozens of pounds of meat down, and after cultivation is absorbed by the body, growing blood qi, feeding the body, getting stronger and stronger, but the strength is still at the level of three hundred pounds, this is the bottleneck, the only way to continue to improve is to break through. 　　Tiger Power Fist Technique has reached the perfect state, Chen Zong does not need to think about how to break through, therefore, every morning and evening each practice Tiger Power Fist Technique ten times, the rest of the time is used in the true sword eight styles, because Tiger Power Fist Technique exercise to the parts of the body and the true sword eight styles will be different in some parts, and the combination of the two, then you can exercise to the body, the effect is better. 　　Chen Zong also realized that stabbing fish with a sword was also helpful in the cultivation of the True Sword Eight Style. 　　"Father said that sword techniques emphasize speed, accuracy, and stability, and one of the three is indispensable, otherwise just being fast and not being able to stab the target equals uselessness." 　　"Before I couldn't stab a fish with a sword, it's just not accurate enough and not stable enough, after these ten days of practice, both accuracy and stability have improved quite a bit, but there's still room for continued improvement." 　　"Exercising quickness, accuracy and stability, other than stabbing a fish, perhaps I can try something else." 　　After thinking about it, Chen Zong fetched a thumb-thin section of a straight tree branch and stuck it on the ground, the person stood in front of the branch, his eyes staring at the branch as he gazed at it and built up his momentum. 　　Raising the sword, slashing down. 　　The sword, however, fell from the side of the branch and did not strike the branch. 　　"So much difference!" Chen Zong was dumbfounded, thinking that his sword was already accurate and steady enough. 　　"Again." 　　Concentrating and storing his strength, he raised his sword to slash. 　　Practicing again and again. 　　Eleventh day! 　　Twelfth day! 　　Thirteenth day! 　　Fourteenth day! 　　Fifteenth day! 　　After practicing the True Sword Eight Styles for another twenty times, Chen Zong carried his sword to a chopstick-thick straight tree branch and raised his sword to slash down, splitting the branch from it with a single stroke. 　　"Good, the accuracy has really improved a lot." Chen Zong revealed a smile. 　　Striving for excellence, Chen Zong replaced the chopstick-thick branch with one that was a bit thinner. 　　Another new day, Chen Zong drew his sword and carved another mark on the tree trunk. 　　"Four more days until the Martial Apprentice Battle." Looking at the twenty traces on the tree trunk, Chen Zong said to himself. 　　Walking to the side of the stream, staring at a large fish, he faithfully stabbed out with his sword, his sword speed was extremely fast, the tip of the sword broke through the water and then picked up a large fish scurrying on top of it. 　　After eating the fish, Chen Zong drew his sword and practiced the Eight Styles of the True Sword. 　　Once, twice, three times ...... the ninth time, the last style - Explosive Sword Style! 　　The force penetrated the sword body and instantly exploded, the sword body rubbed violently against the air, flashing out a glittering light that cut through the darkness of the forest. 　　"The sword body generates light and can affect the eyesight, it is a minor accomplishment." Chen Zong was first stunned, then rejoiced. 　　Previously, he had spent five days practicing the True Sword Eight Styles to the introductory realm, and had thought that it would take at least a month or more before he could practice the True Sword Eight Styles to the small completion, but he did not expect that in the absence of any outside disturbances, and in conjunction with the training of stabbing a fish and splitting a tree branch and so on, he had spent only fifteen days, and his True Sword Eight Styles had reached the small completion realm. 　　"Good, it seems that my method of exercising was indeed right." Chen Zong was even happier, the True Sword Eight Styles was passed down by that mysterious sword tip, but the method of stabbing fish and splitting branches was something he came up with on his own, perhaps such a method had already existed long ago, but at least there was no one to teach him, it was entirely the result of his own efforts. 　　Making progress from nothing through one's own efforts, what could be as exciting as such a sense of accomplishment. 　　At this time, Chen Zong felt a raging blood qi, like the water of a great river rushing more than just a long river, wherever he passed, his body was undergoing a kind of change, some of the energy from the dozens of pounds of beast meat that he ate every day was lurking within his body, and now, with the raging blood qi being constantly channeled out and integrated into his limbs and bones, little by little, Chen Zong's sinews and bones and skin and membranes were being enlarged. 　　"This feeling ...... cultivation is about to break through." 　　Hurriedly, he set up the Vorpal Sword Style and once again executed the True Sword Eight Styles, using this as a guide to refine the power surging within his body, accelerating the breakthrough. 　　After a few times of the True Sword Eight Styles, an even more powerful force grew from the depths of his body, permeating his entire body, his muscles tensing up, allowing Chen Zong to give birth to a stronger and fiercer feeling. 　　"Hahahahaha, the third layer of the Qi and Blood Realm, I've finally reached it." Chen Zong couldn't stop his laughter, "Martial Apprentice Battle, the top three must have a share for me, Chen Zhigang Chen Dazhong, our accounts should also be settled." 　　"However, there are still a few days left before the Martial Apprentice Battle, so I can still improve some more while I have this opportunity."