Black Tiger Fist 75%

"Keep adding points."

At this moment, Liang Qisheng steeled himself, having already adjusted his state to its peak.

Thus, his consciousness unhesitatingly pressed down on the plus sign beside Black Tiger Fist.

+1, +1, +1...

Liang Qisheng's movements were neither fast nor slow.

He carefully perceived the violent changes occurring in his own flesh and blood.

This helped him grasp the deeper layers of Black Tiger Fist after its transformation.

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The martial path was vast and profound, involving the body's meridians, flesh, skin, bones, and even the five viscera and six organs, as well as the circulation of essence, qi, and spirit.

This was not something that could be glossed over merely through a technique's transformation; otherwise, it would be like a child swinging a sledgehammer—hurting oneself before harming others.

Regarding this, Liang Qisheng had long gained insight over these past days.

And at this very moment, with each point added, he could sense every single, minute change occurring in his body.

A slight difference led to a vast divergence.

Not a single inch too much, not a single inch too little.

It could be called the most perfect bodily evolution.

Crunch, crunch!

On his skin, it felt as if someone were constantly rubbing it with sand.

Over time, through prolonged hardship and tempering, the originally compact skin gradually grew tougher.

As the friction continued, the surface of his skin seemed to generate a thick stratum corneum, greatly enhancing its defensive power.

At the same time, the muscle fibers of his flesh were also constantly changing, with invisible forces pulling against each other.

The operation derived from the Black Tiger Fist stance, at this moment, acted through the internal force of his limbs and hundreds of bones upon the muscles of his entire body, making them increasingly dense and solid.

With every stretch of the fist stance, every contraction of the muscles, he could feel the powerful strength born from the collision of flesh and blood.

Now, enduring the agitation in his body, Liang Qisheng's consciousness was even somewhat hazy, but merely clenching his fist, he could feel an invisible force.

That vigorous, struggling life force seemed as if it would burst forth from the surface of his fist at any moment!

Twang, twang!

The large tendons within his body violently pulled during this contraction process.

He could feel the loadable power continuously gathering; the originally slack tendons, under the influence of this force, grew tauter and tauter.

Liang Qisheng felt his body like a drawn bowstring, pulled by an invisible force gradually into a full moon, storing up surging, powerful energy, waiting only for the final eruption to be earth-shattering.

Boom!

His tightly shut eyes snapped open, and Liang Qisheng thrust his right fist forward.

In an instant, from within his body came the soundless roar of a fierce tiger.

A howl shook the space, and a gale swept through the entire small courtyard.

Clouds followed the dragon, wind followed the tiger.

The ground beneath his feet directly cracked, and Liang Qisheng's fist imprinted itself on a massive stone before him. The very air seemed to pause for a moment.

Immediately after, a clear fist imprint appeared on the hard boulder.

Around the fist imprint, distinct cracks spread rapidly from the center, visible to the naked eye.

"Fist force penetrating the body, physical evolution. I didn't expect such a massive improvement from this point addition."

Looking at the fist imprint before him, Liang Qisheng slowly withdrew his fist force.

He felt all the muscle fibers in his body pulling; the formless, surging power, after the release of this punch, began to retract into his body.

It was like a little mouse, scurrying everywhere, still vibrating and unceasingly tempering his physique.

But now, he was even more curious.

He wanted to see exactly what level his Black Tiger Fist had reached after this all-around point addition.

Gathering his mind, he sank his consciousness into his mind.

"Name: Liang Qisheng

Realm: Flesh Refining.

Lifespan: 68 years.

Technique: Black Tiger Fist 75% (+)

Auxiliary: Hundred Herb Scripture!

Merit: Three points!"

In one breath, he had directly consumed over ten points, pushing Black Tiger Fist to the 75% mark.

But he could already sense that some invisible barrier was suppressing the transformation of the Black Tiger Fist.

Even subsequent point additions seemed to be much more difficult, and the cost was growing larger and larger.

Clearly, as his comprehension of Black Tiger Fist deepened, the closer he got to mastery, the harder it became.

The Merit Points required were also increasing, even multiplying tenfold.

"Earlier, I thought that with Merit Points, I could push Black Tiger Fist to perfection in a short time, fully integrate it, and completely comprehend it. But now it seems that idea was far too fanciful."

"Still, martial arts training involves the evolution of the body and the squeezing of potential. The current speed of adding points with Merit Points is already astonishing and beyond belief."

"...Wanting it even faster is indeed a bit greedy."

Liang Qisheng now had a deeper understanding of Merit Points and knew the difficulties involved.

Even with external help, being able to enhance techniques with Merit Points didn't mean he could advance just by clicking the plus sign.

This process was inseparable from his own hard training and comprehension.

Only by fully integrating the transformed technique, letting it seep into his marrow and merge into every limb and joint, could he unleash its power.

At that moment, the point addition came to a complete halt.

Liang Qisheng withdrew his technique and stood still, slowly exhaling a mouthful of turbid air from his lungs.

His breath was long, as if he wanted to expel all the air inside his body.

Suddenly, his body trembled.

He felt every cell in his body sending the same signal to his mind: hunger.

Hunger, an overwhelming hunger.

At this moment, Liang Qisheng felt the blood in his body circulating at an extremely fast speed.

His entire blood energy was rapidly steaming and burning, plummeting from its peak and quickly weakening.

Although both feet were planted firmly on the ground, still as stable as Mount Tai, it was obvious that his body was trembling slightly.

His mind went directly dizzy, his blood energy showed signs of depletion, and a feeling of weakness set in.

"This improvement was too great, too sudden, causing insufficient blood energy in the body and a deficiency of both qi and blood."

"What's being consumed now is all the nutrients from before, far from enough to cover the entire cost. Fortunately, I was prepared..."

Liang Qisheng was not as flustered as the first time he encountered this situation; he had already made preparations.

Taking two steps as one, he went into the room, directly picked up the medicinal soup placed on the table, and drank it all in one gulp.

This was the tonic he had prepared earlier, brewed from thirty-two different herbs over three days.

And half a Body Nourishing Pill had been dissolved into it, enough to replenish any lost vitality in the body.

His flesh and blood were parched, his cells trembling.

As the blood- and qi-replenishing medicine flowed down his throat and spread throughout his body, an indescribable bitterness spread from the tip of his tongue, but Liang Qisheng's face remained unchanged.

Following that intense bitterness came a mysterious sweetness.

His originally thirsty cells, as if encountering a clear spring in the desert, greedily devoured it.

His entire body was rapidly recovering, frantically absorbing the nutrients.

Blood flowed faster, delivering nourishment throughout his body, and in the process, it was rapidly transforming.