Adding Points, Tiger Form Connects with the Divine

It seemed to be only three percent remaining, but the consumption of Merit Points was several times greater than before.

The later stages of any technique or martial art's transformation consumed enormous resources, because this was already a qualitative leap, the most critical part of the metamorphosis process.

Under Liang Qisheng's observation, after consuming a full eighty-seven Merit Points, the Black Tiger Fist was finally pushed to one hundred percent.

Wum!

Just as Black Tiger Fist reached one hundred percent, the data began to change.

"Technique: Black Tiger Fist 100%, Perfected."

"...Transforming, Black Tiger Fist Scripture!"

Boom!

In an instant, Liang Qisheng felt a massive black tiger suddenly materialize within his mind.

Its size was enormous, its tiger might astonishing!

Its front paws rested on a giant boulder as it roared skyward, its fur trembling, radiating awe-inspiring tiger authority.

In that moment, a fierce aura burst forth from his entire body.

The calm space violently shook, and a terrifying gale directly generated outward along his form.

Roar! Roar!

When Liang Qisheng involuntarily began to manifest the Black Tiger Fist Scripture, his entire being seemed to transform directly into a black tiger. The hairs on his body writhed like waves, rising and falling without cease.

Especially on his brow, a large "king" character appeared prominently, and a majestic, forest-king's domineering aura directly suppressed the surrounding space.

His form was that of a black tiger, his entire body transformed!

At this moment, he had finally inherited the foundation of the Black Tiger Fist.

Though he still possessed a human body, under the influence of his spirit and will, the tiger fist frame opened. In the eyes of others, he had directly become a ferocious and unmatched Black Tiger King.

When the air settled, Liang Qisheng eagerly examined the data in his mind.

"Name: Liang Qisheng Realm: Early Tendon Refining. Lifespan: 73 years. Techniques: Black Tiger Fist Scripture (Evolvable)(+) Ghost Slaying Blade Art 1% Seven Kill Blood-Transforming Divine Blade! (Contains Blade Intent, exceeds bearing realm, sealed) Auxiliary: Hundred Herb Scripture Merit: 302!"

The data had changed considerably this time. Black Tiger Fist had been erased, and the data column now directly showed Black Tiger Fist Scripture, which had also transformed directly to the Perfected level.

This meant Liang Qisheng's mastery of this fist frame was no longer simply at the level of supreme skill or great perfection; it was now unfathomable, his technique approaching the Dao.

Similarly, the Merit Points had been consumed heavily.

If not for the fact that during these days since his return, he still traveled daily to various towns and persisted in the basic tasks of an executioner, it would have been difficult to accumulate so many Merit Points.

"No, this Black Tiger Fist Scripture doesn't seem to be the end..."

"...There's actually a (+) for Evolution afterward. Could it be that it can still be improved?"

Liang Qisheng saw that a (+) had appeared after the Black Tiger Fist Scripture.

This meant that even reaching Perfection for this technique and martial art was not the end of cultivation; there should be a higher advancement afterward.

At the same time, he also noticed the earlier prompt, but he had been so immersed in the influence of the Black Tiger Fist Scripture that he hadn't thought about it at all.

"...Black Tiger Fist Perfected, transformed into Black Tiger Fist Scripture..."

"...Black Tiger Fist Scripture can evolve, Merit Points (+), Technique Advancement..."

So, when he noticed these details, his heart immediately jolted.

Even if it was somewhat unbelievable, he had to consider it.

"Since I can still click (+), then I'll continue the transformation!"

"...I want to see just what the martial art that has been with me the longest will eventually turn into!"

Even if he kept clicking (+), this was still a continuous transformation along the lineage of the Black Tiger Fist. Its essence wouldn't change, but its power would certainly be greater.

He had already reached the Tendon Refining realm and also had a need for subsequent advanced techniques. So Liang Qisheng decided to take a gamble, wanting to see what the next change would be like. In fact, he was already feeling some anticipation.

"Let me see just how far you can evolve!"

With this thought, Liang Qisheng unhesitatingly clicked on the (+).

The Merit Points below rapidly drained away, the speed of their flow far exceeding the rate of his previous point additions.

At the same time, within his mind, a figure appeared, continuously manifesting the Black Tiger Fist Scripture.

Every move and stance was tailor-made, exceptionally precise.

Even in his eyes, this was undoubtedly a fist technique that had reached the pinnacle of perfection, the realm of consummation.

Days and nights alternated, winter passed and spring arrived!

Time flowed endlessly, yet that figure never moved, standing there, continuously evolving the stances of the Black Tiger Fist Scripture.

It seemed tireless, like a machine, enduring the scorching summer heat, the bitter winter cold, the changing seasons, ceaselessly honing itself.

Liang Qisheng's mind also sank into it, as if he had become this person, involuntarily immersed.

Slowly, he noticed that something seemed to have been added to these stances.

At first, the changes were too few, making them feel a bit odd, yet nothing discernible stood out.

As time passed, that person continued to evolve the stances, until they became pure instinct on his body.

Gradually, these stances transformed, now following the heart's desire without overstepping bounds, every move and stance imitating nature.

It could not even be said whether they had grown stronger or weaker; they had completely broken free from the mold, shed all constraints, and become something entirely different.

At this moment, that figure was still executing the fist stances, as if countless streams of black mist and air currents shrouded his back, gradually forming a black tiger, which was in the midst of a slow transformation.

This black tiger's body rapidly expanded, until it was finally as large as a courtyard.

The pressure it released sent even Liang Qisheng reeling from the immense impact.

Throughout this process of evolution, the massive black tiger grew more and more lifelike, every single hair reflected in Liang Qisheng's eyes, slowly gaining "spirit," becoming fuller.

Its body continued to grow larger, its aura becoming more terrifying, and each tiger roar brought a fearsome shock and tremor to this world.

Roar! Roar!

When the image of that Demon Tiger became utterly clear, it directly seized Liang Qisheng's entire mind, looming over the sky, its thunderous roar as if it would completely drown this space of consciousness.

Then, as the fist technique changed, countless air currents merged, and that figure began to gradually fuse with the Demon Tiger.

A suffocating, terrifying tiger might was released, churning that space of consciousness into utter chaos.

Awooo!

With a dreadful howl, the two finally merged into one.

When the figure lifted its head, what met Liang Qisheng's eyes was a terrifying creature with a human body and a tiger's face, like a god or a demon, its fearsome visage covered in tiger fur.

At this moment, man and tiger were indistinguishable; man was tiger, tiger was man.

A demon among men, a god among tigers.