Wood-Chopping Saber Technique at Perfection, Five Animals Fist at Lesser Mastery!

Wood-Chopping Saber Technique at Perfection, Five Animals Fist at Lesser Mastery!

[Technique]: Wood-Chopping Saber Technique (Perfection 0/1000)

When this technique advanced from Greater Mastery into Perfection.

In an instant.

Jiang Ning felt the difference.

Countless scenes still flashed through his mind as before.

Every scene that flashed by was a slash he had made during this time.

Countless angles and countless layers of light and shadow overlapped, ultimately casting away the dross and preserving the essence.

At the same time, Jiang Ning felt waves of tingling numbness in his arms, as though tens of thousands of ants were crawling all over them.

Several breaths later.

All the strange changes had vanished.

Jiang Ning gripped the woodcutter's saber in his hand, a faint smile appearing on his face.

"So this is the Perfection level of the Wood-Chopping Saber Technique?"

"It actually has such an effect. I'm clearly holding a woodcutter's saber, yet it feels like an extension of my flesh and blood! I can control it like an arm!"

He casually swung the woodcutter's saber twice.

Whoosh—

Whoosh—

The sound of the blade cutting through the air rang out. A faint smile appeared on Jiang Ning's face once more.

His saber swings were roughly thirty percent faster.

And!

Jiang Ning swung his saber again and brought it down.

Thud—

As the woodcutter's saber fell, the heavy log lying diagonally atop the chopping block was abruptly cleaved in two at the waist.

"And the force behind my swings is around twenty to thirty percent stronger! This improvement is really nice!!"

Holding the woodcutter's saber, he nodded in satisfaction.

"If I had a proper blade right now, my combat strength would increase by several times at least!"

At that moment, Jiang Ning felt high-spirited.

He even wanted to go straight to Xu Yunfeng, have it out with him, and split him in half with a single slash.

"Not yet! Not yet!!"

Huff—

Jiang Ning let out a deep breath, and his surging heart gradually calmed once more.

My current qi and blood strength is still far inferior to his. Just give me a little more time!

He tightened his grip on the woodcutter's saber.

Then he opened his panel again and took a look.

[Technique]: Wood-Chopping Saber Technique (Perfection 0/1000)

He only needed another thousand experience points to break the limit of the Wood-Chopping Saber Technique!

That would not be difficult for him!

If necessary, he could grind out those thousand experience points in a single day.

What a pity!

His source energy points limited what he could do!

[Source Energy]: 6.8

Looking at the source energy points on the panel, he felt a little regretful.

"Once my source energy points exceed ten, at my current rate of gaining 0.4 a day, it will probably take another eight days! So there's no rush to grind experience for the Wood-Chopping Saber Technique. But if I go out, I should consider getting a blade for self-defense!"

"To me now, having a blade in hand and having no blade in hand are worlds apart!"

"After all, an inch longer means an inch stronger. How can flesh and blood contend against steel weapons?"

Jiang Ning's heart stirred, and he added this matter to his plans.

In the blink of an eye, four days passed.

After completing a round of fist practice.

[Five Animals Fist Experience +1]

[Technique]: Five Animals Fist (Lesser Mastery 17/500)

Jiang Ning looked at the prompt before him and shook his head slightly.

"Only with both spirit and form can one reach Greater Mastery in a fist art! It seems my comprehension is completely incapable of achieving that!"

After trying for more than a day, Jiang Ning was ready to give up.

Give up on figuring out and comprehending the essence of Greater Mastery Five Animals Fist by himself.

A few days ago, because he had sought guidance from Wang Jin and grasped the essence of Lesser Mastery Tiger Form Fist—hardness within softness, softness within hardness—

his efficiency in gaining experience through fist practice had soared in the days before his fist art reached Lesser Mastery.

Each time he practiced the fist art once, he could gain two experience points.

That was precisely why he had been able to grind this fist art to Lesser Mastery in only a few short days.

Then Jiang Ning clenched his fists.

Qi and blood surged within his body, instantly flowing through one arm with strength still left over.

"My qi and blood can now be considered at Lesser Mastery. After the Five Animals Fist reached Lesser Mastery, each round of practice lets me condense three strands of qi and blood power. At this rate, it won't be long before my qi and blood reaches Greater Mastery, or even Perfection!"

"But the day the Inspection Office opens is not far off. Even qi and blood at Perfection counts for little. I still need to enter the ranks of martial arts, and I still need to excel in actual combat before I can enter that institution of lofty status."

I can't slack off!

He immediately opened his panel and took another look.

[Name]: Jiang Ning

[Source Energy]: 8.4

[Techniques]:

Literacy (First Limit Break 416/2000) (Trait: Photographic Memory)

Five Animals Fist (Lesser Mastery 17/500)

Wood-Chopping Saber Technique (Perfection 1000/1000)

Inner Elixir Life-Nourishing Technique (Beginner 91/100)

"Four more days, and I'll have enough source energy points to break the limit of the Wood-Chopping Saber Technique."

"As for the Inner Elixir Life-Nourishing Technique, it will reach the Beginner realm tomorrow. This is an internal strengthening method, a path ordinary martial artists only take at the fifth rank of martial arts. I wonder what effect the Inner Elixir Life-Nourishing Technique will have after reaching Beginner?"

He then closed the panel.

That afternoon.

After completing a round of fist practice.

[Five Animals Fist Experience +1]

[Technique]: Five Animals Fist (Lesser Mastery 18/500)

Feeling the growth in his qi and blood and physique, Jiang Ning was in a pleasant mood. He walked over, lifted a bucket of icy well water, and poured it over his head.

"Refreshing!!"

He shook his head, sending droplets scattering in every direction.

"Junior Brother Jiang, you shook water onto me!"

Hearing the voice behind him, Jiang Ning turned around. The newcomer was Cheng Ran, the only one among the martial hall's outer-court disciples with whom he was friendly.

These past few days, after coming to the martial hall, Jiang Ning had done nothing but grind experience and train every day.

After receiving Wang Jin's permission to live at the martial hall long-term.

Jiang Ning had not stepped through the martial hall gates even once. Thus, he had not joined the other disciples for meals, drinking, or other activities meant to build camaraderie.

As a result, he naturally had not spoken much with those disciples.

Especially since Jiang Ning practiced his fists so diligently, he had even less chance to cross paths with them. Nor would anyone come looking for trouble with him for no reason.

Seeing Cheng Ran approach, Jiang Ning smiled and gently shook his head again. Droplets from the tips of his hair fell onto the dirt around him, and in the blink of an eye, the water marks were rapidly evaporated by the scorching ground.

"Senior Brother Cheng, you came over yourself. You can't blame me for that!"

Cheng Ran said, "Hehe! Wasn't I just joking with you, Junior Brother Jiang?"

As he spoke, he lowered his bucket into the deep well.

"This damned weather is getting hotter and hotter!" Cheng Ran said.

Jiang Ning raised his head and glanced at the sky. The blue expanse stretched for miles, clear and unobstructed.

He nodded in agreement. "It seems it hasn't rained even once in over two months!"

"That's right!" Cheng Ran said firmly.

By then, the bucket he had lowered into the well was already full. With a few quick pulls, he hoisted up the bucket brimming with cool well water.

"Not just these past two months. Luoshui County barely got any rain throughout the entire first half of the year!" Cheng Ran said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Ran raised the bucket in his hand and tipped it over his head.

"Awesome!!!" he shouted wildly.

Then he continued complaining to Jiang Ning, "Brother Jiang, do you know that July is the time for collecting grain? Two days ago, when I went on inspection, a whole crowd of tenant farmers cried about their misery right in front of me! I couldn't bear it for a moment, so I waived half a year's taxes for them. When I got back, my father gave me a vicious beating!"

At this point, Cheng Ran seemed to recall the painful price he had paid that day and bared his teeth slightly.

"Senior Brother Cheng is kindhearted," Jiang Ning said sincerely.

Hearing the flattering words, Cheng Ran could not help looking somewhat pleased with himself.

Then he put on an expression of being unmoved by favor or disgrace. "Let's not talk about that! Brother Jiang, do you know what major event the martial hall will have in a few days?"

"What major event?" Jiang Ning was somewhat curious.

"Did you see that tiger in the cage?" Cheng Ran asked.

Jiang Ning nodded.

Cheng Ran pointed toward the left side of the courtyard.

"In six days, that fierce tiger will be released and put in that courtyard!"

"At that time, true disciples of the martial hall will enter the arena, allowing us to watch a tiger fight up close. That will be of tremendous help in breaking through to Greater Mastery in our Tiger Form Fist!"

"I heard Senior Sister Li Qing has recently entered seclusion at home, preparing for her final push to enter the ranks of martial arts. Senior Sister Li Qing will probably enter the arena that day as well!"

As Cheng Ran spoke, a faint excitement showed on his face.