Having mastered Iron Cutting Saber Art to the Transcendent Realm, Tang Jie's strength had risen another level. There were absolutely few martial artists in this world who could withstand a single saber strike from him.
Tang Jie's days suddenly became peaceful. Just as before, he spent every day cultivating. Of course, each month he would spare two days to travel to Lingyue City, participate in the martial arts tournament, and earn a large amount of gold and silver for cultivation.
Time flew by, and a year and a month later, Tang Jie was already a little over nineteen years old!
Beneath the moonlight, Tang Jie sat cross-legged in the courtyard. Within his dantian, a surging inner force rolled through his body, tempering his muscles and bones.
That rolling inner force was undergoing a transformation, gradually becoming silvery white and cool like moonlight.
Silver-white radiance shimmered across Tang Jie's body. Moonlight spilled down from the sky and fell upon him, making it seem as though he had donned a layer of silver gauze, echoing the moon high above!
"Whoosh!"
Tang Jie slashed his palm like a saber toward the large tree behind him. Though his palm strike was clearly a foot away, silver Qi burst forth, like a saber and a sword, slicing through the tree trunk and leaving behind a wound half a foot deep!
"Finally... I broke through!"
Tang Jie sighed. With enough Qi and Blood Pills to support him, and his Potential Points growing higher and higher, he had cultivated the fourth layer of Boyhood Art in just over a year—far less time than he had spent on the first three layers.
Name: Tang Jie Martial Arts: Boyhood Art (Fourth Layer—Bright Moon Art 1%), Iron Cutting Saber Art (Transcendent Realm 5%) Potential Points: 17
The fourth layer of Boyhood Art—Bright Moon Art!
Once one's cultivation reached this stage, the depth of one's inner force was already rarely matched. The more one cultivated this Boyhood Art, which required accumulation, the more profound one's cultivation became in its later stages.
Upon reaching the fourth layer of Boyhood Art, one's inner force transformed into Radiant Moon Qi. Splitting gold and severing iron, or injuring others from a distance, was effortless!
Moreover, when circulating one's energy, aside from the eyes, groin, and other vital points, the muscles throughout the body would become as hard as refined steel. Even taking an enemy's full-force blow head-on would leave one completely unharmed!
"My inner-force cultivation can now be said to have reached the Transcendent level. Such a level is rare in this world."
Tang Jie thought this to himself. After cultivating Boyhood Art to the fourth layer, his inner-force cultivation had reached a terrifying level. He could even manifest his true Qi outside his body and injure opponents from a distance. This was the Transcendent level!
The martial artists in this world who could defeat Tang Jie were probably limited to those famous Martial Arts Grandmasters.
A first-rate martial artist began practicing martial arts from childhood, relying on nine parts effort and one part talent. After decades of arduous training, they could generally succeed.
As for the Transcendent level, it required not only ten parts effort but also ten parts talent. On top of that, one needed decades or nearly a century of bitter cultivation before it was possible to achieve. Among all martial artists, such people could almost run rampant at will, undefeated in every battle!
As for those above them, the martial artists known as Martial Arts Grandmasters, they had essentially reached the limits of the martial path. They could establish their own schools, earn the people's respect, and fewer than a handful could be found in the entire world.
The current Tang Jie could almost be said to be nearing the pinnacle of martial arts!
However, despite this, another difficult problem now lay before Tang Jie.
"This final layer of Boyhood Art won't be easy to master. The replenishment provided by Qi and Blood Pills for the energy my cultivation consumes has already weakened considerably."
Tang Jie smiled bitterly to himself.
The final layer of Boyhood Art, Red Sun Art, would make one's power nearly ten times stronger than that of the previous four realms after it was mastered. Precisely because of this, the difficulty of cultivating to this realm was unimaginable. Even after exhausting one's entire life, one might not necessarily succeed.
Throughout the entire history of those who had practiced Boyhood Art, those who could master this realm were likely as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns!
Tang Jie basically had to eat Qi and Blood Pills like candy now. He had no idea how long it would take him to master it!
"Haste makes waste. I'll rest for one night today. Tomorrow, I still have to go to Lingyue City for the martial arts tournament."
Tang Jie shook his head and stretched lazily. He decided to rest for the night. Tomorrow, he would hurry to Lingyue City to participate in the martial arts tournament at Lingwu Martial Arts Arena!
The following evening arrived. The Lingwu Martial Arts Arena was brightly lit. To ordinary people, it was already time to prepare for bed and rest, but to the spectators who had come to the arena, the night had only just begun. The tournament they had awaited for a month had finally opened, and they had long since reached the peak of anticipation!
"In Lingyue City... there's actually a place like this? So many people... Every seat is full..."
At this moment, a tall, middle-aged man sitting in one of the seats stared around at the crowd in astonishment. The underground martial arts arena was truly bustling.
If Tang Jie saw this middle-aged man, he would certainly be shocked, because this person was none other than his father, Tang Tianhao!
Tang Tianhao's face was full of shock. This was his first time at the martial arts arena, and the scene was astonishing. The arena was completely packed, with no empty seats at all. Some people had even been left without seats and simply stood to watch.
The air inside the arena was hot and dry, like a furnace, yet everyone was incredibly excited, their faces flushed as they waited for the martial arts matches to begin.
"Brother Tang, I didn't expect there to be so many people today either. Luckily, we arrived early. Otherwise, we'd have had to stand and watch too." A man in blue robes sat beside Tang Tianhao and laughed.
"Mm." Tang Tianhao nodded in agreement, then asked curiously, "Will experts really participate in this underground martial arts arena?"
"Of course. Anyone qualified to participate won't be weak. There are even first-rate experts who take part. It's held once a month, with twenty martial artists fighting ten matches in total. The most anticipated is the final Blood Fight. The two martial artists have to fight to the death, and people can even place bets. We can have some fun!"
The man in blue robes answered excitedly.
"The most anticipated match now isn't the Blood Fight. It's the ninth match—the one featuring Bull Devil King!"
A middle-aged man suddenly cut in. It was Cheng Yuan, and his face was filled with pride as he spoke.
"Bull Devil King? Who's that?" The man in blue robes froze. He had not been to the martial arts arena for nearly two years and had no idea who this so-called Bull Devil King was.
"Bull Devil King is the undefeated king of the Blood Fight Arena! He has participated in thirteen tournaments in total and won all thirteen battles. Not only that, he overwhelms his opponents with sheer savagery. With a single saber strike, he can sever an enemy's weapon and shatter their will! No matter who it is, no one is qualified to make him draw his second saber!"
A brocade-robed man in the seats behind them had heard their discussion. He spoke with great excitement.
"He's that powerful? Then why doesn't he participate in the Blood Fight?" The man in blue robes was somewhat skeptical. As far as he knew, the tenth match, the Blood Fight, was the most anticipated and the most prestigious battle.
The brocade-robed man chuckled. "It's not that Bull Devil King refuses to participate in the Blood Fight. It's that no one is willing to fight him in one. After all... Bull Devil King is too strong. Anyone who dares to fight him to the death will certainly die. Who would dare stake their life against him?"
The man in blue robes and Tang Tianhao were both astonished. This Bull Devil King... seemed to be truly formidable—so formidable that no one was willing to fight him in a Blood Fight. Every martial artist who had seen him act instinctively knew that facing Bull Devil King meant certain death, with not the slightest possibility of victory!
In a Blood Fight, the battle could only end once one side died. Under such circumstances, who would dare fight Bull Devil King in one? It would be nothing less than throwing away their life. No one was that foolish!
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