Meanwhile, Chen Feng's body had grown stronger, and the Inner Strength within him had strengthened once more, thickening by a fraction.
It was roughly five times stronger than before.
It had already reached Wang Jie's level of Inner Strength.
One had to know that Chen Feng was only twenty years old.
"Blood Sun Palm is still two levels away from perfection. If I raise it to perfection, my Inner Strength will increase again! I have 2,700 Demon Suppression Value left. I can raise it by one level!"
Chen Feng immediately upgraded Blood Sun Palm.
Buzz!
Blood Sun Palm entered the twelfth level.
The flow of blood and qi through his hands became even smoother. Once activated, his hands turned bright red, and a single slap could blow apart a bull's head.
Because his physique had grown stronger and his cultivation techniques had improved greatly, Chen Feng's strength had become even more terrifying. He estimated that it had reached at least 1,600 jin.
"Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound Cultivation is now complete, Iron Shirt is complete, Wind Swallow Movement Technique is complete, and Blood Sun Palm is only one level away from completion. Once it is complete, I'll have four cultivation techniques at perfection!"
Each one represented more than a decade of cultivation for ordinary people. Combined, that was fifty or sixty years—perhaps even seventy or eighty years.
Still, Chen Feng doubted anyone else cultivated so many techniques.
After all, cultivating too many would waste too much energy.
Chen Feng, however, did not need to worry about such things.
The increase in his strength was real and tangible, and Chen Feng remained at peak condition.
Chen Feng still had 1,100 Demon Suppression Value left.
Everything that had happened today was a disaster for the citizens, but for Chen Feng, it was a