Martial Soul

When Fang Han returned home, the rain had already stopped.

He changed clothes, packed away and hid the things he had used that night, then lay down on the bed and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

It was not until the next morning that the noise outside the courtyard woke him.

Yawning, Fang Han pushed open the door and walked out, only to see his mother, Chen Cui, standing by the courtyard gate and talking to Auntie Wang from next door.

Fang Han walked over and stood at the gate. He heard the neighbors discussing how Zhou Dabao had been killed by an enemy the previous night.

"Did you hear? Zhou Dabao is dead?"

"Yeah! Someone killed him last night. Not one of his lackeys got away!"

"That's right, that's right. I heard even his house burned to the ground."

"It rained so heavily last night. How could his house have burned down?"

"Heaven finally opened its eyes. That beast committed countless evils; he finally got what was coming to him."

Listening to his mother and the neighbors talk.

Fang Han showed a hint of surprise on the surface, but inwardly, he was as calm as still water.

He had cleaned up thoroughly the night before and left behind no clues. Besides, the rain had been so heavy.

Even if the Dragon King Gang wanted to investigate who had killed Zhou Dabao, it would be difficult for them to find any clues at the scene.

After breakfast at home, Fang Han went out as usual.

When he arrived at the martial arts hall, he continued practicing his fist techniques in a corner of the training ground. With Zhou Dabao no longer posing a threat, he felt somewhat more relaxed and completely immersed himself in round after round of boxing.

After an entire day, Fang Han checked the Panel again. The proficiency of his Gale-Breaking Fist had risen directly from [97/500] to [143/500].

He had practiced the fist technique forty-six times today!

With only the martial arts hall's Blood-Qi Soup supporting him, his training efficiency had noticeably improved.

Aside from the increase in fist technique proficiency.

Fang Han also noticed that when he had practiced his punches a hundred times, a new prompt appeared on the Panel:

[One Hundred Punch Practice]

[Rising Talent Boost: Comprehension increased by 1 point]

Looking at the full Panel now:

[Forged to Excel]

[Name: Fang Han]

[Age: Twenty-Three]

[Physique: Inferior (Cultivable)]

[Comprehension: 99]

[Realm: None]

[Martial Art: Gale-Breaking Fist (Mortal Grade)]

[Proficiency: 143/500, Entry]

[Talent: Unyielding Practice (Never Regresses), Rising Talent (Comprehension Increase)]

His comprehension had already reached 99 points!

Fang Han stared at the comprehension entry, and for some reason, a trace of anticipation arose in his heart.

What would happen when his comprehension reached 100 points?

He did not know the answer.

But instinctively, he felt that would be a crucial threshold...

That night.

Fang Han came alone to the back mountain and continued practicing his fist techniques in a clearing in the woods.

Before practicing this time, he took out the wooden box from his robes, bit off a small piece of the Solomon's Seal inside, chewed it up, and swallowed it.

Then he took out the porcelain bottle, removed a Blood-Qi Pill, and swallowed it in one gulp.

This time, he wanted to see what would happen if he took Solomon's Seal and a Blood-Qi Pill at the same time.

After the Solomon's Seal and Blood-Qi Pill entered his stomach, the medicinal power they contained quickly transformed into two scalding streams of warmth. They spread from his lower abdomen and rapidly surged through his limbs and bones.

At this moment.

Fang Han felt as if his entire body were on fire.

Every inch of his muscles, bones, and tendons was washed over by the warm current of medicinal power. It burned fiercely, carrying a pain almost like scorching flames.

"I'm not going to nourish myself to death, am I..."

Fang Han no longer felt comfortable. On the contrary, he was beginning to feel rather miserable.

Without hesitation, he swiftly adjusted his breathing, assumed the opening stance of the Gale-Breaking Fist, and began grinding through round after round of the technique.

This was unlike before.

Empowered by the dual medicinal effects, Fang Han seemed tireless.

After finishing one round of the Gale-Breaking Fist, he barely paused to rest before immediately flowing into the opening stance again.

Ten times...

Twenty times...

Fifty times...

By the time he finally stopped, dawn had already spilled across the treetops in the eastern mountains.

He had truly spent the entire night grinding the Gale-Breaking Fist!

Fang Han looked at the proficiency on the Panel. It had now reached an astonishing [233/500]!

In other words.

He had practiced the Gale-Breaking Fist ninety whole times in a single night!

Even Fang Han was startled.

The effects of Solomon's Seal combined with a Blood-Qi Pill were this terrifying!

Just as he was about to put away the Panel, it suddenly refreshed with another new prompt:

[One Hundred Punch Practice]

[Rising Talent Boost: Comprehension increased by 1 point]

Hm?

Fang Han was somewhat surprised. The Panel could actually delay its prompts.

Looking again at the comprehension entry, his comprehension had already reached 100 points.

One hundred!

Before Fang Han could begin anticipating what changes might occur.

In an instant, a clear, ethereal, and distinctly spiritual aura erupted from his mind!

It was like a violent gale sweeping away the chaotic mist in his mind, making his thoughts incomparably clear.

Especially regarding the Gale-Breaking Fist he had just finished practicing, he now possessed a deeper understanding of it.

He had gained entirely new insights into some of the killing moves, deceptive moves, and unusual moves among the twelve forms of the fist technique!

Fang Han could not help but perform the Gale-Breaking Fist once more.

Gale-Breaking Fist Proficiency +1

"The power of my punches has increased by more than double... Hiss..."

Feeling that the Gale-Breaking Fist had clearly become stronger, Fang Han could not help but suck in a breath. He secretly marveled that after his comprehension improved, it could even make his fist technique more powerful.

At that moment, he suddenly thought of the Nine Flood Dragon Palms he had taken from Zhou Dabao the previous night.

Finding a stone to sit on, Fang Han took out the palm technique manual and began reading it.

He had been busy cleaning up and fleeing the night before, then had immediately collapsed into bed after returning home, so he had not had time to examine this palm technique carefully.

"I remember hearing that Qiu Haiyou, the Dragon King Gang's leader, made his formidable reputation in the Outer City through a palm technique.

There's a good chance that Qiu Haiyou practiced this very Nine Flood Dragon Palms!

I wonder which reckless fool secretly copied it down, only for it to end up in Zhou Dabao's hands?"

After recognizing that the Nine Flood Dragon Palms was a handwritten copy.

Fang Han carefully read it page by page and memorized the entire palm technique. Then he directly used a fire starter to burn the manual into ashes.

This thing was far too dangerous. If anyone discovered it in his possession, it would certainly bring him enormous trouble!

If Qiu Haiyou, the Dragon King Gang's leader, found out, then with Fang Han's current strength, even ten lives would not be enough for the other man to kill with a palm strike.

Even if he practiced it, he had to do so secretly and keep it as a trump card. Unless absolutely necessary, he could never use it.

Having understood the key point.

Fang Han closed his eyes and recalled the first form of the Nine Flood Dragon Palms in his mind: Flood Dragon Emerges from the Abyss.

The movements of Flood Dragon Emerges from the Abyss appeared in his mind, clearer than they had been on paper. It was like the transformation from a two-dimensional animation into a three-dimensional one.

The imagined "Fang Han" in gray training clothes began repeatedly practicing the Nine Flood Dragon Palms in his mind like an emotionless puppet on strings.

Moreover, the movements of every set became more precise than the last, each one closer to perfection!

Fang Han was stunned!

Holy shit! This was insanely awesome!

What kind of ability was this?

A term from his memories of his previous life immediately came to mind that matched this ability—the "Demon Brain" of Baki Hanma!

Its talent allowed one to simulate training in one's mind, master techniques to perfection before physically practicing them.

It was the mark of a true genius, one in ten thousand.

Fang Han curled his lip. "Demon Brain" was an awful name. It needed changing; he had to name it himself.

"How about calling you 'Martial Soul' from now on?"

Martial Soul!

Since it could simulate the practice of martial arts in his mind, it was equivalent to a Martial Artist possessing a second soul!

Martial Soul was a good name, an excellent name. It could be said to fit perfectly.

Having gained the Martial Soul ability, Fang Han was in an excellent mood. He looked forward even more to seeing what new changes Martial Soul would undergo the next time his comprehension broke through 100 points.