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Then he began practicing the Heart-Shattering Palm.

Each palm strike is precisely placed on acupoints such as the Tanzhong and Juque points on the chest, allowing the user to feel the force of the palm penetrating and causing a sensation that could shatter the heart meridian.

The way the Heart-Shattering Palm is used is completely different from the Six Yang Palms of Tianshan.

It doesn't emphasize the changes of Yin and Yang, but only the penetrating, vibrating force.

With a palm strike to the hyena's chest, the force of the palm penetrated the hyena's forward momentum, causing it to stop abruptly, blood seeping from its eyes, ears, nose, and mouth as it collapsed to the ground.

[Heart-Shattering Palm Proficiency +276]

The Wind-Swept Willow Sword follows a light and swift sword style, specifically targeting the throat and wrist.

Like a shadow, the leg strikes like a whip, sweeping the lower body and kicking the joints, specifically designed to disrupt balance.

The Jade-Breaking Fist is a powerful and fierce fist technique that does not seek variation but only the hard power to split rocks and shatter stone.

He practiced one martial art after another.

The bandits in the valley were all killed, but new bandits spawned, and they were all killed again.

The hyena pack charged and killed them all.

A venomous scorpion emerged from a crevice in the rock. He used his nimble footwork to dodge its tail hook and shattered its head with a single finger.

The sun moves from the east to the center, and then slowly tilts westward.

Wu Feng didn't know how many he had killed.

He only looked at the proficiency indicators at the edge of his field of vision, skipping through them one line after another.

【Iron Finger Technique (Minor Success)】

【Heart-Shattering Palm (Minor Mastery)】

【Wind Brushing Willow Sword (Minor Completion)】

……

【Iron Finger Technique (Mastery)】

【Heart-Shattering Palm (Mastery)】

……

The sky was beginning to turn yellow; it was evening.

Wu Feng stood at the bottom of a ravaged valley, with a fallen iron-backed wild boar at his feet.

He withdrew his fingers and exhaled a breath of stale air.

I glanced at the skill bar.

Five martial arts techniques.

【Iron Finger Technique (Perfect 16000/20000)】

【Heart-Shattering Palm (Perfect 14000/20000)】

【Wind-Swept Willow Sword (Perfect 18000/20000)】

【Legs That Follow Like a Shadow (Perfect 15000/20000)】

【Jade-Breaking Fist (Perfect 17000/20000)】

The difference is two or three thousand each.

He took a deep breath, turned around, and pounced on a pack of newly spawned Steppenwolves.

As the setting sun turned the horizon orange-red, the last wolf died under his fingertips.

At the edge of the field of vision, the golden notification finally appeared as promised, line after line, almost filling the entire screen.

[Iron Finger Technique (Great Perfection). Finger technique damage +25%, internal energy +18, finger strike speed +20%. Special effect "Armor Penetration": Has an additional penetration effect on external defenses such as body armor and protective true qi.]

【Heart-Shattering Palm (Great Perfection). Palm technique damage +28%, arm strength +22, damage to vital points such as the heart and internal organs +35%. Special effect "Shock": After the palm force penetrates, there is a chance to cause the target's blood and qi to surge, resulting in a brief stun.】

【Wind and Willow Sword (Grand Perfection). Sword damage +20%, Agility +25, Sword speed +18%. Special effect "Wind": Improves the smoothness of sword move transitions; damage increases with each subsequent attack in a combo.】

[Shadow-Following Leg (Grand Perfection). Leg skill damage +22%, agility +30, attack speed +15%. Special effect "Chain": After the first leg hits, the speed of subsequent leg strikes is increased by 10%.]

[Jade-Shattering Fist (Grand Perfection). Fist damage +30%, Strength +28, Destructive power against hard targets +40%. Special effect "Armor Shatter": Has a chance to destroy the target's equipment durability upon attack.]

The setting sun had sunk below the valley entrance, and its afterglow slanted in through the gaps in the rock walls on both sides, turning the entire valley into a dark gold.

A dozen or so newly spawned wasteland wolves lay scattered on the ground, their fur still steaming, and a white light slowly emanating from their corpses.

He looked down at his hands.

There was still a trace of burning sensation from the circulation of true qi in the palm lines, and the knuckles were red, which were the marks left by the high-frequency palm strikes over several consecutive hours.

But the solid power he felt when he clenched his fist was even more profound than it had been in the early morning.

Five second-rate martial arts techniques, from beginner to master.

A week ago, he might have stopped to take a closer look at the attribute panel. Now, he merely glanced at the few lines in the skill bar that had changed to "Great Perfection" before looking away.

He bent down and picked up the scattered pieces of meat, copper coins, and a few pieces of whiteboard equipment one by one.

The movements were steady, without much emotion, like a daily routine done countless times.

The backpack was now filled with over a thousand portions of meat.

He straightened up and took one last look at the valley.

The wind was still howling, and the moss on the rock face was tinged a deep brown by the setting sun.

With a light touch of his toes, he had already leaped out of the valley.

The journey back to the city was slower than the journey there.

Lingbo Weibu maintained a speed that was effortless, leaving a pale blue trail across the desolate wasteland in the twilight.

In the distance, a caravan was returning home late, the camel bells jingling softly. The drivers, their heads wrapped in turbans, were dozing among the camel humps.

Nobody noticed him.

It was already dark when we entered the city.

The soldiers at the city gate had changed shifts. The lanterns had just been lit, and the light was still a bit unstable, casting a small, dim yellow glow on the stone pavement.

He lowered his straw hat and blended in behind two merchants carrying furs, thus successfully entering the city.

The gate of Shunlai Inn was ajar.

He pushed open the door and went inside. The clumps of short bamboo in the courtyard rustled in the night wind, and the teacups used in the morning were still on the stone table, untouched.

A sliver of light shone through the window of the main room, casting a small, cross-legged shadow on the paper window frame.

Still practicing.

He didn't disturb them, but walked to the courtyard gate and called out towards the front hall, "Waiter."

Footsteps soon followed.

The young waiter ran over carrying a teapot, his face beaming with his usual smile: "Sir, you're back early today? Would you like some dinner?"

"Use it." Wu Feng took out a piece of silver from his sleeve, about two qian, and placed it on the stone table. "Send a meal to the courtyard. Braised mutton, steamed fish, seasonal vegetables, soup, and plenty of rice."

"Alright!" The waiter took the money, turned around, and ran back.

Wu Feng walked to the door of the main room and knocked three times.

Knock knock knock.

The shadow sitting cross-legged inside paused for a moment, and then the door opened from the inside.

Wu Xingyun stood on the threshold, still wearing the same light blue ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), her hair a little looser than during the day, probably messed up while practicing martial arts. She looked up at him but didn't speak.

"Come out for dinner." Wu Feng turned and walked towards the stone table.

Wu Xingyun followed behind him, her steps as light as a cat's.

The food was served very quickly.

The mutton was stewed until tender, the fish was steamed to perfection, the garlic-flavored vegetables were vibrant green, and the soup was made with mushrooms, with oil floating on top.

Two large bowls of rice were piled high.

Wu Feng placed the tenderest piece of fish belly into her bowl, and picked up a piece of lamb rib for himself.

The two ate in silence.

Wu Xingyun ate slowly but attentively. Occasionally, he would glance up, his gaze quickly sweeping across Wu Xingyun's face before returning to his bowl.

The meal took about 15 minutes.

Wu Feng put down his chopsticks and wiped his hands with a cloth. Wu Xingyun also finished the last sip of soup and gently placed the bowl down.

"Go back inside and get some rest." Wu Feng stood up. "Don't go out tonight."

Wu Xingyun nodded, stood up, took two steps, and then stopped.

She turned around, and there was a faint, hard-to-discern emotion in her usually calm eyes.

"You..." she began, then paused, "Are you going out again tomorrow?"

"Get out," Wu Feng said.

Wu Xingyun didn't ask any more questions, nodded, and turned to walk back to the main room.

The door closed gently behind her.

Wu Feng stood in the courtyard and listened for a while to the sound of the night wind passing through the bamboo leaves.

Then he turned around and went back to his own room.

They bolted the door and lit the oil lamp.

A thought crossed my mind.

The soft sound of the hatch sliding open was particularly clear in the quiet room.

Wu Feng opened his eyes. The dim blue light inside the game pod was still shining, reflecting on the ceiling.

He sat up, rubbed his temples, and then jumped out, bracing himself on the edge.

My feet felt a little cool on the floor.

I changed into a loose sweatshirt, grabbed my phone and keys, opened the door, and went outside.

At night, the city's neon lights paint the streets with flowing colors, and car headlights trail long tails as they pass through intersections.

The air was filled with the aroma of cumin wafting from barbecue stalls, mixed with car exhaust and the slight chill of early spring.

He turned into that familiar alley and lifted the plastic curtain of the family-run restaurant.

The shop owner was scrolling through his phone behind the counter when he looked up, saw him, and nodded familiarly: "The usual spot?"

"Um."

He sat down in the corner against the wall, picked up the greasy plastic-sealed menu, and barely flipped through it: "Boiled sliced ​​pork, stir-fried green beans, hot and sour shredded potatoes, a bowl of tomato and egg soup, and a big bowl of rice."

"Okay."