At Zhao Tie's words, a trace of pride appeared on his face. He stopped walking, pondered for a moment, and said:
"Since you asked, I'll use myself as an example." He pointed at himself.
"Back when I practiced the Five Tiger Severing Gate Saber Technique, I trained the first three forms—'Fierce Tiger Descends the Mountain,' 'Vicious Tiger Blocks the Path,' and 'Black Tiger Digs Out the Heart'—to proficiency.
"When I had tempered my qi and blood to the point where I could go no further, a swing of one arm carried three thousand jin of force!
"Only when I truly felt my qi and blood at fullness, impossible to suppress any longer, did I ask Master for the method of qi guidance and break through to become a First-grade Martial Artist!"
As he said this, his back unconsciously straightened a little more.
Three thousand jin of force before drawing qi into the body—within Qinghe County, that absolutely placed him among those with the most solid foundations. He had every reason to be proud.
"Three thousand jin?!" Fang Yuan's heart shook violently at the words!
How enormous was the gap between that and what he had previously learned from Hu Lao San and the others—that one could attempt qi guidance with a thousand jin of force!
The qualification Hu Lao San and the others spoke of was likely only the bare minimum, perhaps not even enough to count as a true standard.
It was merely the limit that lowly martial men could reach through crude training.
Yet the Five Tiger Severing Gate Saber Technique—or rather, the foundation-building method Chen Zhengyang taught—had such a high ceiling!
Then the Martial Arts School's method of qi guidance surely was no simple thing. No wonder Chen Zhengyang had not mentioned it at all earlier.
Presumably,