Chapter 9 Sprinting to the Limit

　　The effect of the Tiger Yang Bone Strengthening Wine was indeed much better than the Energy Pill, as soon as the bowl went down, Chen Zong could feel his body rapidly heating up, his blood qi seemed to be boiling, and under the Tiger's Whistle Technique, the flow of blood qi all over his body was three times faster than usual, and there was an obvious increase in the quenching effect. 　　"At this speed, it's not a problem to finish quenching for the second time within a month." Chen Zong let out a breath as his reddened skin gradually regained its original color: "Then, in the third month, I will be able to finish quenching for the third time, and then I will be able to sprint to the fourth level of the Qi and Blood Realm and become a martial artist." 　　The feeling of a goal being close at hand, one could not help but be excited. 　　Waking up from a nap, Chen Zong practiced his sword skills as usual before heading to Chen Chuyun's residence to train in the Three Character Essentials of Quickness, Precision, and Stability. 　　"You were able to quench your blood qi within a month, your cultivation talent is indeed very good, I suggest that you, do not rush to break through." Chen Deyun's cool expression had a few moments of seriousness. 　　"Why is that?" Chen Zong was puzzled, didn't he say that after quenching the blood qi three times, he could impact the fourth level of the Qi and Blood Realm and become a Martial Apprentice? 　　"At the Martial Apprentice level, the number of times the blood qi is quenched will have a definite impact on the martial artist, the path of cultivation will be smoother, and the strength tends to exceed that of a martial artist of the same level by a little." Chen Chuyun said, "For the average Martial Apprentice, three times of blood qi quenching is the limit, and the more powerful ones can quench it four or even five times, or even six times." 　　"I see." Chen Zong nodded when he heard this, thinking about it, the number of times the blood qi is quenched is equal to representing a person's potential, the more quenched the higher the potential, the more solid the foundation is, like building a building, with different degrees of solidity of the foundation, some can only build a three-storey building, some can build up to four, five or even higher. 　　"If you want to walk more steadily and farther along the path of a martial artist, you must quench your blood qi to the extreme before making a breakthrough." Chen Chuyun spoke in a serious tone. 　　"The purpose of me rushing to become a Martial Artist is to increase my strength as soon as possible so that I can seek out precious medicines for healing and restoring my cultivation, but if having a more stable foundation will allow me to better advance at the Martial Artist level and have stronger strength, I should choose the latter." Chen Zong secretly pondered, thinking of this, Chen Zong couldn't help but open his mouth to inquire, "Instructor, how many times did you have your blood qi quenched when you were a Martial Apprentice?" 　　"Five times." Chen Duiyun said, "Currently, amongst the clan halls, the highest number of times of blood qi quenching at the Martial Apprentice level is six times, and at the age of seventeen, I am now a Peak Martial Artist at the sixth level of the Qi and Blood Realm." 　　"Good, I will quench my blood qi to the limit before making a breakthrough." Chen Zong immediately made a decision, wanting to know for himself just how many times he could quench his blood qi to the limit. 　　The day's training began. 　　After returning to his rooming house, Chen Zong drank another small bowl of Tiger Yang Bone Strengthening Wine to cultivate the Tiger Whistling Technique. 　　A jar of Tiger Yang Bone Strengthening Wine wasn't much, it was almost about a catty, after ten days, it was finished by Chen Zong, following that, one Energy Pill a day, after thirteen days, it was finished. 　　There was a surge of blood qi, the flow rate suddenly intensified, his skin rapidly reddened, Chen Zong could feel his body becoming stronger, his arms full of strength. 　　"After taking twenty-four days, I finally finished quenching the blood qi for the second time." Chen Zong was overjoyed, under quenching and carrying it twice, his strength could directly increase by two hundred pounds. 　　"In a few more days, it will be the Chief Contest again, the position of Chief of the Sword Technique Group and the King of the Chief of the Five Groups will definitely be mine." 　　Because, one's improvement was not only the completion of the blood qi quenching for the second time, the basic eighteen stances were more skillful, the four sword techniques were more skillful, and the cultivation of the three key words of quickness, accuracy, and stability had also made significant progress. 　　A few days later, the group chief battle came again, without any surprises, Chen Zong became the chief and participated in the King of Chief battle. 　　In the ring, Chen Zong defeated opponent after opponent, and Chen Feng Hua lost to his sword for the second time. 　　"If this continues, the gap will only grow further and further." Chen Fenghua and the others couldn't help but secretly say that while they were improving, Chen Zong was also improving and with the Tiger Yang Bone Strengthening Wine, he was even more rapid than them. 　　At the end of the third month, Chen Zong had already finished quenching his blood qi for the third time, and had once again captured the Chief King. 　　It was just that he could feel that as the blood qi was quenched more times, the effect of the Energy Pill on him was getting weaker and weaker, and only the Tiger Yang Bone Strengthening Wine could still be of some help. 　　In the fourth month, Chen Zong got up early as usual and went to a corner of the martial arts practice ground to practice his sword. 　　Remnant Shadow Sword Technique Starting Stance. 　　Split Shadow Style! 　　Wrong Shadow Style! 　　Folding Shadow Style! 　　Folding Shadow Style! 　　Shadowless Style! 　　Over and over again. 　　Two months ago, the Remnant Shadow Sword Technique had reached its peak, and after two months of hard practice, Chen Zong's understanding of the Remnant Shadow Sword Technique had become much deeper and deeper, and now that he had built up a thicker and thinner layer, he had finally grasped a hint of the key to the technique, and was enlightened and enlightened through and through. 　　The iron sword stabbed out, the sword shadows overlapped, up and down, sometimes real, sometimes fake, hard to distinguish between the real and the fake. 　　The sword shadow was still in the air, but the iron sword had already been sheathed. 　　"Good, the Remnant Shadow Sword Technique has finally reached perfection." Chen Zong revealed a faint smile, "Next, I will break through the Whisking Willow Sword Technique and the Eagle Strike Sword Technique to the perfect realm as well." 　　The Willow Whisking Sword Technique, the body is like a willow and the sword is like the wind, the wind blows the willow and the willow swings with the wind, there is a unique flavor that is born. 　　The Realm of Perfection! 　　Next, Chen Zong began practicing the Eagle Strike Sword Technique. 　　The person was like an eagle, the sword was like a claw! 　　The sword rose like an eagle spreading its wings, and the sword fell like an eagle's sharp whistle. 　　Chen Zong's figure leapt as if he had transformed into an eagle hovering in the air. 　　The realm of perfection! 　　At this point, the Tiger Power Fist Technique had reached the Realm of Perfection, the Remnant Shadow Sword Technique had reached the Realm of Perfection, the Whisking Willow Sword Technique had reached the Realm of Perfection and the Eagle Strike Sword Technique had reached the Realm of Perfection. As for the True Sword Eight Styles, although they had reached the peak of Dacheng, there was no semblance of a clue as to what was between the perfections. 　　The three Foundation Building Sword Techniques had reached the Perfection Realm, causing Chen Zong's progress in blood qi quenching to increase a bit, saving several days of time. 　　Chen Zong had been psychologically prepared for the difficulty of cultivating the eight styles of the True Sword, so he was in no hurry, insisting on daily cultivation and slow comprehension, there would always be a breakthrough. 　　As for the transcendent realm above the perfect, it is even more difficult to know where to start, perhaps, that requires chance. 　　On the second day, Chen Zong to Chen Duiyun courtyard training. 　　First, the right hand ten times the basic eighteen styles, after practicing change the left hand ten times, then, train the word stabilization. 　　Both arms each carry thirty pounds of weight, the end of the sword also hangs thirty pounds of heavy iron ball, after ten minutes, Chen Zong's right arm trembles, twelve minutes, limit, change left arm, hold on for ten minutes, then change right arm, and so on several times. 　　Standing in front of the round wooden ball rack, Chen Zong casually drew his sword and stabbed out, the sword light pierced through the air, leaving a small dot in the center of the egg sized round wooden ball, and that round wooden ball did not move at all. 　　Sword in, sword out! 　　Sword in, sword out! 　　Retract the sword, out of the sword! 　　It was only when he stabbed the lotus-sized ball of wood that the ball shook slightly. 　　Concentration, build up momentum, draw the sword and stab. 　　The sword shattered the soybean-sized ball of wood. 　　"Still not enough." Sighing softly, he switched to training with his left hand. 　　The left hand gradually kept up with the level of the right hand, in terms of accuracy, there was a difference of one round wooden ball with the right hand. 　　The soybean-sized round wooden ball shattered under the left hand's momentum of a sword. 　　At the end of the fourth month, the fourth chief competition came as scheduled. 　　Swinging his sword, he easily defeated the six members of the Sword Group to obtain the chief, defeating one more opponent after another. 　　"This time, I will defeat you." Chen Fenghua said, he had already lost to Chen Zong's sword three times, so the saying was that things don't happen three times, and there couldn't be a fourth time. 　　As soon as he struck, Chen Feng Hua erupted with all his strength, quenching the Blood Qi Carrying twice, the more skillful Chained Blade Technique unfolded with all his strength, the blade light chopped at Chen Zong in succession, and suddenly changed again, transforming into a Heavy Strike, it was as if the blade could shatter the ring as if it could shatter the ring, giving a heavy and incomparable feeling. 　　Perfection Realm Heavy Strike Blade Technique! 　　"So it is the Heavy Strike Blade Technique that has reached the Realm of Perfection." Chen Zong secretly said, no wonder Chen Fenghua had such confidence, however, he had practiced all three sword techniques to the Perfection Realm. 　　Striking out his sword, he even dissipated and disintegrated Chen Feng Hua's attack, knocking him off the ring once again. 　　"I've lost again." Chen Feng Hua's face was filled with bitterness. 　　Chen Zong had once again won the Chief King, like a shadow that loomed over the crowd. 　　Returning to his rooming house, he drank two small bowls of Tiger Yang Bone Strengthening Wine in one gulp to cultivate the Tiger Whistling Technique. 　　Five days later, after this altar of Tiger Yang Bone Strengthening Wine was finished, Chen Zong once again quenched his blood qi once more. 　　"When the blood qi was quenched for the first time without the Energy Pill and Tiger Yang Bone Strengthening Wine, it took twenty days out, the second time with the Energy Pill and Tiger Yang Bone Strengthening Wine took twenty-four days, the third time it took one month, the fourth time it took one month plus five days but, it hasn't yet reached its limit, the fifth time, it is estimated to take even longer." 　　Calculating, coming to the Clan Hall, four long months had already passed, and I didn't know how Father was doing now. 　　"When I enter the Clan Hall, I think that Ah Dad's treatment in the clan will be improved." Chen Zong secretly said. 　　Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation! 　　The fifth Chief Battle was on schedule, but Chen Zong did not finish quenching his blood qi for the fifth time. 　　In the ring, Chen Gu Zhan and Chen Zong were a few meters apart. 　　In the past four times, Chen Zong's final opponent was Chen Fenghua, but this time, Chen Guzhan defeated Chen Fenghua and the others to fight with Chen Zong in the final battle for the King of Chief. 　　With a low shout, Chen Gu Zhan's skin glowed red, he had already quenched his blood qi twice and was considered to be thick. 　　Putting out the Heavy Fist Starting Stance, immediately, the entire person seemed to be transformed into a rock, solid, hard and heavy. 　　Perfection Realm Heavy Fist! 　　The power of reaching a thousand pounds of strength under blood qi transportation to execute the Heavy Fist of the Perfection Realm was terrifying, and each punch felt like a thousand-pound boulder smashing into one's face. 　　"Chen Zong, this time, I will defeat you." Chen Gu Zong's voice was like muffled thunder as he blasted his fist, compared to before, his fighting skills had improved a lot, and he was able to better utilize his strengths and avoid his weaknesses. 　　Blood Qi Carrying, the three sword techniques that had reached the Perfection Realm were performed alternately, his body was like the wind surrounding Chen Gu Zhan in all directions, the three key words of quickness, accuracy and stability were interpreted to the fullest. 　　"Good good good." Elder Wake was beaming with joy. 　　In the past, it was rare for a martial arts disciple to reach the perfect level of the Foundation Establishment Martial Arts, but this year, three of them had appeared, causing him to cry out in admiration for the Chen Family's good fortune. 　　Although Chen Gu Zhan was strong, he still lost to Chen Zong's sword, who, in turn, did not give his best. 　　For the fifth time, he won the Chief King. 　　Twenty days later, Chen Zong's blood qi surged fiercely. 　　The fifth blood qi quenching was complete. 　　"It took one month and two and a half days, it's getting slower and slower, but, it hasn't reached the feeling of being at the limit to quench it for the sixth time." Chen Zong rejoiced while agonizing. 　　"I wonder, how many times can I finally quench the blood qi?"