In the blink of an eye, more than half a year had passed.
During that time, Fang Cheng married Fuquan's daughter from the same village, adding another member to the Fang Family.
They had thought that, with Fang Yue out of excuses, he would obediently let Chen Shi arrange matches for him.
But Fang Yue still found an excuse to put her off, saying that he would be taking the Imperial Martial Candidate examination this year.
He had to focus on preparing and training. If his martial cultivation was delayed, then when it came to the demonstration match, not only might he fail to pass, but he might even be injured by someone.
Those words finally frightened Chen Shi.
Fang Yue was finally left in peace.
Focusing on his martial cultivation, Fang Yue's progress grew ever more refined over the past half year.
Under the tremors of his fist force, the skin all over his body had taken on a faint metallic texture to the touch, already carrying a hint of bronze skin.
When he drew a small knife across it, it left only a faint white mark and did not break the skin.
"Intermediate Fist Mastery—the description only says it provides a slight improvement, but its actual effects are astonishing."
Reflecting on his experience of cultivating martial arts for so long, Fang Yue had no comparison and had heard no account from Fang Hu.
But he was no longer a beginner who knew nothing. Combining it with the cultivation speed of people with similar martial aptitude and talent, he had roughly calculated that his cultivation speed was at least twice theirs.
Thus, the second stage of martial cultivation, bronze skin, which would originally take three to five years to achieve, had now been preliminarily attained by him.
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