Ten Minutes, Perfect Ferocious Tiger Fist Again? (Evaluation)
"I actually became a Rank-1 martial artist in three hours?”
In an old apartment, Chen Xuan stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself in disbelief.
Warrior, Martial Master, and Great Martial Master were the three basic realms of martial arts.
Among them, martial artists refined their skin and flesh. The skin was skin, and the flesh was flesh.
Drawing Qi into the body could only be considered as a Martial Apprentice.
Only by honing one's flesh and skin with Vital Qi to a certain extent could one become a Rank-1 martial artist.
Among martial artists, there were a total of nine grades.
Only after reaching ninth-grade could the next stage be opened, the Visceral Martial Master.
Chen Xuan had never expected that he would actually step into the ranks of Rank-1 martial artists so quickly.
He also didn't expect that he would be able to circulate the breathing technique forty-nine times in one go.
This was the performance of a Paragon.
"One day, no less than three hours.”
Chen Xuan grinned. Even if he told others, no one would believe him.
Now, he could feel that his flesh and skin were much stronger than before.
Be it strength, defense, or toughness, they were all much stronger.
This was also because of his second-grade aptitude.
If it were a ninth-grade talent, he would probably be able to become a first-grade martial artist in just a few cycles.
Chen Xuan wasn't dissatisfied with this.
Although his talent was only at the second grade, it was not unchanging.
As far as he knew, in the wild, some natural treasures and spirit medicines could improve one's aptitude and be reborn.
In comparison, this level of comprehension was even rarer.
After a while, Chen Xuan walked into the bathroom and took a shower.
Next, he did not plan to continue circulating the breathing technique.
Because…
Everyone's body had its limits.
Running forty-nine cycles a day was already his limit.
Looking at the sky, it was only noon.
Chen Xuan could not help but look at the computer.
Over there,
There were also three martial techniques.
"Do you want to try?"
Chen Xuan's heart was burning.
Such a profound breathing technique, and he was already at the Great Perfection realm. Perhaps he could also easily comprehend these martial techniques.
Thinking of this,
He quickly turned on his computer.
[Fierce Tiger Fist: Fierce fist technique. The moves are open and wide. When practiced to the great success stage, one can instantly explode with a force twice that of one's own. When practiced to the perfection stage, one can condense the roar of a tiger and the sound of thunder to shock the mind.]
< Wind and Thunder Palm >: The palm technique is as fast as the wind, without a trace, and unpredictable. When it is completed, the palm shadow will fly, and it will be difficult to distinguish between real and fake. When it is completed, it will turn the virtual into real. The palm power will penetrate the body like a thunder explosion.
Lightning Blade: The blade is like lightning, swift and fierce. A master can slash out six blades in an instant. The blade light stacks up and is extremely fierce. A master can combine nine blades into one and be invincible.
Among the three martial arts, the Fierce Tiger Fist was simple and straightforward, and was the easiest to practice.
The Lightning Wind Palm was second, and the most difficult was the Lightning Blade.
There were even rumors that the Lightning Blade was an intermediate martial art that was specially used to select talented students.
For most students, they would practice their breathing techniques for seven days.
He would strive to pass the next assessment.
However,
Chen Xuan was already struggling to decide which martial art to start with.
In the end,
Chen Xuan decided to start with the simplest Fierce Tiger Fist.
This time, he was not in the living room. Instead, he walked along the attic to the rooftop.
The seventh floor was the highest floor in this low-rent apartment.
It was also the floor with the cheapest rent.
On the rooftop, there were some simple equipment that Chen Xuan used for training.
Sandbags, barbells, and so on.
Chen Xuan found an empty spot and stood properly, recalling the essentials of cultivating the Fierce Tiger Fist.
He raised his hand, used his strength, walked, and punched!
One move after another, he continued to display them.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Chen Xuan began to practice over and over again, searching for the feeling of the Fierce Tiger Fist.
At first, his fist technique was still a little rusty.
Two minutes later,
Waves of fist wind whistled.
Five minutes!
The speed of Chen Xuan's fist technique became faster and faster, and it actually gave off a dazzling feeling.
Ten minutes!
His fists flew everywhere, and he could no longer see the direction.
Suddenly,
His body suddenly stopped, and a bright light shone in his eyes.
He waved his arm and punched the sandbag in front of him.
The tiger came out of its cage!
Roar!
A loud and clear tiger roar resounded. With a boom, the sandbag suddenly exploded like a rotten watermelon, scattering in all directions.
"Tiger Roar and Thunder Roar? This, is it perfect again?"
Chen Xuan looked at his fist in a daze, wondering if he was hallucinating.
However, when he saw the broken sandbag and the sand scattered all over the ground, he was shocked.
He knew that all of this was not an illusion.
Haha!
Hahaha!
He suddenly laughed out loud, as if all the depression in his heart had been swept away.
"Since the Fierce Tiger Fist has reached perfection, what about the Wind Lightning Palm?”
Chen Xuan's eyes lit up as he muttered softly.
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