Lingzhang

Chapter 19: Dark City
Time passes faster because of the birth of miracles.

For the rest of the day, Yue Hanzhang devoted all his energy to the performance of the two smoothly connected palms.

He is constantly using the power of Qi and blood to temper and nourish himself in the most efficient way currently available.

At least, in Yue Hanzhang's slightly vague perception, after taking the energy meals in the morning and at noon, only 30% to 40% of them became pure consumption due to various reasons.

It even dissipates from the body due to heavy breathing and frequent sweating.

However, the remaining 60% or so of the energy were all refined and consolidated using this highly efficient method, becoming part of Yue Hanzhang's physical foundation.

And it was during this immersive martial arts training process that Yue Hanzhang became more and more proficient in the skills that create miracles.

When it was almost time to go home from school, Yue Hanzhang could clearly feel that compared to the reluctance in the morning, he was now more comfortable with the connection between the two palms in the evening.

This is a subtle evolution of technique, and also proof that through this process of efficient energy absorption, one's own physical fitness is increasing in a subtle but noticeable way.

Perhaps soon, under this kind of high efficiency, Yue Hanzhang will be able to bear the rotating force of the fist stance and two palms with pure physical fitness.

At that time, he could once again pursue the miracles created by ultimate skills on the basis of such purity, and begin to impact the realm of three palms superimposed.

In this way, the mastery of martial arts always stays ahead of the actual condition of the body, and then the efficiency of further tempering the power of Qi and blood can be used to improve physical quality.

This extremely virtuous cycle that can be foreseen in one thought always makes Yue Hanzhang full of motivation for the future of cultivation.

But even so, by the evening, Yue Hanzhang had freed himself from the obsessive enjoyment of this progress, and he rationally and restrainedly stopped his martial arts practice today.

After all, even with the nourishment of qi and blood, the human body's ability to recover in a short period of time has its limits.

At this moment, Yue Hanzhang had clearly felt some of the injuries on his flesh and the fatigue of his body, and he was recovering at a much slower pace than before.

This means that if Yue Hanzhang continues to practice, and the recovery process cannot keep up, even with the continuous generation of Qi and blood, it will be very easy for the injuries to accumulate.

Over time, minor injuries that could have been easily healed would form hidden injuries in the flesh and blood, and eventually even become some kind of chronic disease, turning into shackles and bottlenecks that should not have existed on the road to martial arts progress.

At the same time, excessive fatigue of the body also increases the chance of injury.

All of these require time to rest and recover to their best condition.

The energy meal that Yue Hanzhang took again at this moment will become the source of consumption during this long night of rest.

This is not a waste, but a necessary combination of work and rest in the process of martial arts practice.

In fact, knowing when to end is far more important than just being able to grit your teeth and persevere.

At this moment, Yue Hanzhang, who seemed to have been able to tolerate the unbearable taste of the energy meal, focused more of his attention on the surrounding area reflecting the quiet world.

After a whole day of practice, the trickle of reputation can only provide more samples, which is a drop in the bucket in replenishing electricity.

Moreover, the operation of the new version of the mechanical brain consumes extremely terrifying amounts of energy.

At this moment, looking at the increasingly dim golden light, Yue Hanzhang roughly deduced in a relatively rough quantification process that the remaining power can only support Yue Hanzhang's practice for two to three days. From this point of view, replenishing the power is an urgent matter.

Then, with a thoughtful look on his face, Yue Hanzhang seemed to have a goal.

So, after a short moment of leisurely slacking off passed by again, as the school bell rang, Yue Hanzhang quickly cleaned up the martial arts room and walked straight towards the school gate and the grove.

In another corner of the martial arts hall, Wu Xian walked out in a hurry.

In the "martial arts competition" in the morning, Yue Hanzhang completely ignored Wu Xian's presence in his high-pitched voice at the end.

At that time, Wu Xian was shocked by Yue Hanzhang's momentum of competing with the geniuses, and remained silent for a while.

But when he was alone in the martial arts training room, the scenes from the morning frequently emerged in Wu Xian's mind during his practice, interfering with the state of unity of body and spirit that he had just entered.

As a result, people inevitably became angrier and angrier the more they thought about it. Wu Xian kept replaying the scene in the morning in his mind, and in this process, he kept designing and supplementing his own "lines".

And when this exquisite language art became more and more perfect in Wu Xian's mind, he hurried out of the martial arts room, but only saw Yue Hanzhang's back disappearing in the grove.

A feeling of being ignored again arose in Wu Xian's mind. For a moment, he thought about it and became more and more immersed in his anger, but he ignored the fact that his progress in martial arts today was not obvious.
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Yue Hanzhang, who was completely unaware of all that was happening behind him, walked out of the school gate and out of the bustling city center more quickly than usual. He then passed through numerous checkpoints and entered the maze-like shantytown.

After returning home and walking into the bedroom, Yue Hanzhang opened the only piece of furniture in the room - the wardrobe, and took out a gray piece of clothing that looked like work clothes.

The plain white training clothes issued by the school were still a little too eye-catching in a place like the shantytown.

At this moment, he put on a loose work suit, which was even so loose that it barely fit him. In an instant, Yue Hanzhang's entire martial arts "momentum" and temperament seemed to be completely sealed in this set of clothes.

He suddenly became like a dusty person, as if he was no different from the poor people making a living in the shantytowns.

Especially after practicing martial arts all day, the accumulated fatigue was reflected in the bitter face that had not yet completely dissipated, which almost made Yue Hanzhang no longer need to pretend.

So, without any further stay, Yue Hanzhang, wearing such clothes, walked out of the house again, and then walked along the strange road in the shantytown, turning around constantly, but in a straight direction, he walked towards the outer edge of the base city.

The circular city is nested layer by layer, starting from the extremely prosperous center and becoming increasingly dilapidated from the inside out.

Invisibly, Yue Hanzhang seemed to have walked out of the shantytown and through several clearly defined circular worlds.

He was getting closer and closer to the walls of the base city.

In the distance, no human habitation could be seen at this time, but the air was already filled with a strong rusty smell of blood, as well as some other even more fishy and foul odors mixed together.

This is a clear sign that Yue Hanzhang has entered the dark side of this city.

At the same time, Yue Hanzhang tilted his head slightly, looked around and assessed the direction, and finally his sight fell on a not-so-tall chimney emitting black and gray smoke.

In another layer of the picture presented in Yue Hanzhang's vision, along with the black and gray smoke rising, there were also streams of golden light.

“I found the place.”

(End of this chapter)