Hard Training, Killing Move!

At noon, Yang Heng went to a large restaurant and had a satisfying meal. On his way back to his residence, he bought another hundred jin of dried beef to replenish the stamina consumed during his martial arts training.

With everything prepared, Yang Heng began to cultivate with his full attention.

In the courtyard, he sat cross-legged under the large tree, circulating his cultivation method, absorbing the considerable energy contained within the food he had eaten and converting it into Blood Essence.

The meal at noon cost Yang Heng five taels of silver. He ate only highly nourishing foods, rich in nutrients and abundant in energy.

After cultivating for a while, Yang Heng felt his body begin to heat up, as if he were in a warm spring, feeling comfortable and relaxed all over.

The red 'thin ropes' of condensed Blood Essence throughout his body gradually grew stronger, with wisps of blood energy surging towards the 'red ropes' like moths to a flame.

The 'red ropes' began to grow, stretch, and lengthen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Before long, their bodies had expanded by a circle, almost as thick as chopsticks and an inch long, nearing the thickness of a little finger and a length of two inches, taking another step closer to meeting the requirements of the Blood Strengthening Realm.

Seeing this, Yang Heng felt even more motivated to cultivate.

He then busied himself with practicing the Vajra Fist.

Standing up and moving to the center of the open space, Yang Heng spread his legs apart, leaned his body slightly forward and down, spread his hands, clenched his fists with fingers closed, and held them three inches from his chest, assuming the starting stance of the Vajra Fist and officially beginning its practice.

Each time his fist was raised, it carried immense momentum, like wielding a vajra pestle, powerful and heavy. The sonic booms produced by his strikes were deafening, causing the surrounding air to churn and white waves to roll, while fallen leaves in the courtyard danced in the air.

In an instant, Yang Heng was like a small tornado passing through, with soil, stones, and fallen leaves swirling around him. When he stopped punching, the soil, stones, and leaves fell to the ground as if they had lost their gravity, making thudding sounds.

He seemed oblivious to the commotion he was causing, continuing to cultivate the Vajra Fist with his full concentration.

Once the Vajra Fist reached the Minor Accomplishment realm, one could begin practicing its three major killing moves.

The first major killing move: Vajra Pestle Strike!

This move was infinitely powerful. When executing it, one needed to bring both arms together, raise them high above the head by half a foot, forming the shape of a vajra pestle. When unleashed, it would mobilize all the body's strength, such as Blood Essence and physical strength, erupting in dazzling golden light, brilliant like the sun, with the power to shatter stone and split earth.

When struck upon an enemy's head, it would instantly shatter into pieces, ensuring their absolute death.

What is a killing move?

Naturally, it is a move that can kill in one blow, never to be used lightly except at critical moments.

Yang Heng was currently practicing this move.

Practicing a killing move required complete concentration, carefully comprehending the circulation route of Blood Essence, familiarizing oneself with the feeling, and etching it into one's bones.

This way, one would not panic when executing the move and could unleash its full power in an instant.

If the killing move was not practiced proficiently, and there was a sudden pause in combat, allowing the enemy to exploit a weakness, it would be dangerous.

For the sake of his own life, Yang Heng practiced with utmost seriousness, striving to master the Vajra Pestle Strike, engraving it in his mind and soul, so that he could unleash its full power instantly and kill the enemy with a single blow.

Whenever his stamina was nearly depleted, Yang Heng would immediately take out dried beef and chew it.

With the help of the Marrow Cleansing Pearl, the energy contained in the dried beef was digested by his internal organs at an extremely fast rate, and his stamina gradually recovered.

Within the time it takes to brew half a cup of tea, Yang Heng's stamina had fully recovered, and he was back to full health.

He then continued to practice the killing move – Vajra Pestle Strike!

When he was tired, he would lie on the rocking chair to rest and meditate with his eyes closed.

When he was hungry, he would take out dried beef to replenish his energy.

He repeated this cycle, making the most of his time and not wasting a single moment.

Even a workaholic would have to admire him.

This was equivalent to half a perpetual motion machine. If not for the fact that his spirit needed time to recover, Yang Heng could have cultivated until the end of time.

His endurance was too great!

Anyone who saw it would have to exclaim, "Awesome!"

The time spent cultivating always passed quickly.

Unknowingly, the sky had already turned dark, and the surroundings were silent. Being close to the Mass Grave made it a bit eerie.

But he felt no fear at all.

After cultivating all afternoon, he had practiced the Vajra Pestle Strike hundreds of times, becoming extremely proficient, completely etched into his bones, impossible to forget even if he wanted to.

With a mere raise of his hand, he could unleash this killing move.

Even if a ghost were to appear before him now, he would dare to charge forward, break its head, and let it experience the sensation of its skull splitting into eight pieces.

Although his strength had greatly increased, with his Movement Technique and Fist Technique both reaching Minor Accomplishment, and having mastered a major killing move of the Vajra Fist, he still had no confidence in whether he could survive against a Blood Strengthening Realm martial artist.

The pressure exerted by Shopkeeper Chen and Lei Xiong was too immense; Yang Heng still felt lingering fear whenever he recalled it.

He needed to become stronger!

The courtyard was a good place to practice fist techniques, as no one disturbed him, but the space was not large enough, hindering the practice of his Lightness Skill.

Yang Heng decided to go to the forest tomorrow to practice his Movement Technique.

He would alternate between practicing fist techniques one day and Movement Techniques the next, progressing in both.

As for strengthening his Blood Essence, that would be done at night.

Martial arts are defensive techniques, means of dealing with enemies.

Lightness skills, however, are not only a way to gain the upper hand in combat but also a life-saving art.

If a situation is hopeless, one can use lightness skills to escape.

Take that man in black, for example. His martial arts were mediocre, but his lightness skills were extremely advanced. It was precisely because he possessed profound lightness skills that Yang Heng couldn't injure him.

Therefore, when a lightness skill is cultivated to a profound level, its effect can even surpass that of offensive techniques.

Blood Essence cultivation is also extremely important.

Cultivation Level is the foundation of everything. Once the Cultivation Level breaks through, all aspects of the body will greatly improve, and one's strength will naturally increase significantly.

The higher the Cultivation Level, the stronger the individual; this is an ironclad rule, an undeniable truth.

For instance, a Martial Artist in the Blood Strengthening Realm, even if they haven't cultivated many martial skills, can still hold an absolute advantage over a Blood Brave Disciple, easily crushing disciples with a lower realm.

This is Realm Suppression.

Each realm is like a different heaven.

Breaking through the heavens is extremely difficult; very few can achieve it.

Being able to fight an opponent of a different major realm on equal footing is already the mark of a heaven-blessed genius.

If one can cross a major realm and kill their opponent, "heaven-blessed genius" is insufficient to describe their ferocity; they are practically monstrous!

They are monsters!

Such individuals are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns; it's hard to find one among ordinary Martial Artists.

They often appear in Martial Arts Families or Sects.

When such individuals emerge, they become forces that stir up the winds and clouds, instantly becoming the center of attention, with endless flattery pouring into their ears.

Money and beautiful women will also be sent their way.

Befriending such a person yields immense benefits.

As long as they don't die prematurely, those who invest in them will one day reap unimaginable rewards.

Many people are willing to do such things.

But even geniuses have flaws.

Some martial arts prodigies, who originally had bright futures, accepted investments from merchants, indulged in a life of debauchery, and neglected their martial arts. By the time they realized their mistake, it was already too late.

Walking the path of martial arts is not only fraught with thorns and difficulties but also constantly presents temptations. How one chooses to deal with these is a test of a Martial Artist's willpower and determination.

If they cannot even resist these, how can they endure the loneliness that comes with cultivating to profound realms, where closed-door cultivation often lasts for years? It is inevitable they will die from cultivation deviation.