For the next two days, Little Cold Village remained relatively calm. Meng Zhao continued to sleep by day and move by night, focusing on recuperation and nourishing this body while constantly training, tempering, and improving the two external combat arts he had acquired.
Using his own martial wisdom, he deduced and elevated the Twelve Grappling Hands into the Thirty-Six-Form Grand Grappling Hand. Given his current physical strength, this was already the limit of what Meng Zhao could achieve. Its moves were brilliant and exquisite to the utmost.
Combined with the original technique's power and ferocity, the two melded together in a harmony of yin and yang, hardness and softness advancing side by side. It was a top-tier external martial art.
No one knew of it yet, but if word of this spread, Meng Zhao would be regarded as an unprecedented Great Grandmaster of martial arts, comparable to the many supreme figures in the history of the Tian Yuan Dynasty.
The Life-Stealing Thorn was much the same. Meng Zhao transformed it into the Eight-Part Killing Art, twenty-four moves in all, with three moves in each part. It had already surpassed the level of the so-called Life-Stealing Thorn. Whether wielded with a sword or a spear, it could be considered one of the finest peerless martial arts under heaven.
By Meng Zhao's classification, both martial arts had essentially reached the level of being flawless and seamless, without a single opening. Of course, only a top martial arts Great Grandmaster like Meng Zhao could perform them to such a transcendent degree.
With these two martial arts, combined with his body gradually recovering its vitality and making up for its deficiencies, as well as his steadily increasing strength, Meng Zhao finally possessed a basic ability to protect himself.
So long as he was not