Ultimate Method: Practice your fist a hundred times, and use violence to control violence.

Chapter 73 Horizontal Training Upgrades, Realm Breakthrough (Seeking First Subscription)

Blood dripping—is this a sign of recognition?

Even now, Miss Ling still finds this fact absurd.

But right now—

Whether it was Wan Ze and Lei Ming, whom she knew, or their two imposing senior brothers, they had all lost their air of superiority and were now huddled together in a group—

Four heads hung low, holding their breath and staring intently at the folding rain bell placed in the cup, as if waiting for a miracle.

The broken rain bell lay quietly at the bottom of the cup, blood beads slowly spreading out.

"Has it changed?" Zhai Jia asked in a low voice, craning his neck and straining his eyes to try and see clearly.

Lei Ming squinted, momentarily wondering if he had developed presbyopia. After hesitating for a while, he said, "It seems—no change? The color—no, the shape? Uh, the texture? It doesn't seem to have changed either."

His tone became increasingly uncertain.

Beside her, Zhai Yu stared at Zhe Yuling without saying a word, her thin lips pursed, a hint of humiliation in her voice as if her intelligence had been trampled on.

Seeing this comical scene, Miss Ling couldn't help but quietly reach out and gently tug at the hem of Wan Ze's clothes, who was standing closest to her bedside.

Wan Ze snapped out of his daze and glanced sideways at the person asking the question.

Miss Ling then leaned over from his position and softly asked the most crucial question: "So—"

Has anything changed?

"————"

One sentence silenced the four grown men.

There was a subtle, awkward atmosphere in the air.

"So—did we really make a mistake?" Lei Ming scratched the back of his head, his voice even softer.

Zhai Jia couldn't hold back any longer. He jumped up, slammed his hand on the table, and gritted his teeth, saying, "You actually believed their nonsense! Do those bastards from Guandong not even bother to write a draft before making up stories? You actually believed that?"

Even the usually composed Zhai Yu couldn't help but utter a curse.

"So what on earth has gone mad about these people in Guandong?" Lei Ming was completely baffled. "They went through all this trouble just for something that doesn't even exist?"

Wan Ze remained silent, lost in thought.

He successfully stole a secret from the heavens once from this Folding Rain Bell, so he was certain that this thing was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

This folding rain bell is probably no ordinary object, but whether it holds any secrets is hard to say.

But clearly, the "blood oath" method that Shenqiang Ma and his gang had guessed was not feasible.

Regardless of whether Miss Ling is a descendant of Master Zhang from Tianhe Palace, her blood cannot uncover the so-called secret of Zhe Yuling.

He thought that perhaps it was because the Folding Rain Bell had once fallen into the hands of Master Zhang and received nurturing that it was able to trigger the Heavenly Secret.

However, it's all just speculation.

"We've been tricked—meaning the blood oath was completely fake." Zhai Jia laughed in anger, pacing back and forth, muttering, "What on earth is going on in the heads of these people from Guandong?"

They were initially very excited, but suddenly a bucket of cold water was poured on them, and everyone immediately lost interest.

Just then, Wan Ze suddenly spoke up: "The direction might be wrong, but motives don't come from nowhere. We should first figure out why they would think in this direction—is there really some ancient secret record, or are they just guessing? Wasn't the Song family involved in this matter? Could they know something about it?"

Zhai Jia paused, thought for a moment, and nodded: "That makes sense. We can't let ourselves be fooled for nothing. I'll go back and ask about it later."

The group discussed leaving.

"Mr. Wan—" Miss Ling suddenly called out timidly.

Zhai Jia and the others stopped and turned around to look.

Wan Ze was puzzled.

Only Lei Ming, with a strange smile on his face, pulled Zhai Jia and the others to go out first.

"Let's go, let's go first, don't get in the way."

They even thoughtfully left the door slightly ajar.

"What's wrong?" Wanze asked.

Miss Ling bit her lip, hesitating slightly: "I—I'm still worried—could I ask you to be my personal bodyguard for the next few days? I'll pay you, any amount is fine."

"I'm sorry, Miss Ling, I need to focus on my training recently, so I'm afraid I won't have time." Wan Ze shook his head. This was the truth. He had a lot of tasks piled up at the moment, and each one required a lot of time.

However, seeing Miss Ling's current disheveled appearance, after a moment's thought, he continued, "However, you can think about it another way. Our Dragon Eagle Group has a guesthouse—it's at No. 76 Dongshan Road, very close to where we usually practice martial arts, just across the street. It's safe and secure. If you don't want to go home for the time being, you can stay there. If anything happens, we can get there immediately."

Miss Ling was initially a little disappointed, but upon hearing this, she quickly nodded: "Okay! I'll listen to you!"

"I'll go back and say hello. You get some rest." Wan Ze said goodbye and turned to leave the ward.

In the corridor, Zhai Jia was pressing Lei Ming with a gossipy expression: "What's going on? What's going on? What are you laughing at? Tell me!"

Seeing Wan Ze come out, Lei Ming immediately nudged Zhai Jia with his elbow, then winked at Wan Ze and said, "Wan Ze, not bad, I think Miss Ling trusts you completely now—a hero saving a damsel in distress!"

"He's a good person, there's nothing I can do about it." Wan Ze's serious expression left Lei Ming speechless.

Zhai Jia paused for a moment, then burst out laughing as she realized what he meant. She patted Lei Ming on the back forcefully: "You really believe in the hero saving the damsel in distress? Look at the model, okay!"

Lei Ming was speechless:

Even Zhai Yu's lips curved into a barely perceptible smile.

Amidst their laughter and conversation, the four of them had already reached the hospital entrance.

Zhai Yu and Zhai Jia were going to interrogate Huo Wen to dig deeper into the clues, so they parted ways with Lei Ming and Wan Ze.

"Snapped!"

"Not bad speed, Aze! Your Iron Mountain Fist is even more powerful than last time!"

Inner courtyard, training room.

Lei Ming stood opposite Wan Ze, sparing no praise.

It's been a while since I last visited. I didn't expect my junior brother Wanze to have made such great progress.

That punch, though seemingly straight, gave him the feeling of a mountain collapsing the moment it made contact.

That guy is a real genius!

"With more practice, you'll be able to use it freely," Wan Ze said, exhaling as he closed his fist and smiling slightly.

"That's right!" Lei Ming agreed wholeheartedly, and said seriously, "In our Dragon Eagle realm, the core of the Blood Tempering Realm is honing this Iron Mountain Fist. Its wonder lies in the fact that it is both the foundation and the fundamental technique, as well as a defensive and offensive skill. The fist's momentum is like a mountain, its intent is unyielding, it can temper one's blood, qi, muscles, and bones, and in combat, it can overwhelm the opponent with its momentum. You already have that momentum, which is—"

He hesitated slightly, seemingly searching for the right words. "The mountain's terrain" wasn't quite right yet; he'd probably only just grasped the basics, and needed more time to refine his skills.

Wan Ze listened quietly without refuting.

Lei Ming's senses are very sharp.

He was indeed trying to control the "momentum".

Since unlocking the ultimate level of the Thunder Breathing Technique, his control over his own aura has greatly increased. He can usually conceal most of it, and only when he exerts his power in battle will the "Mountain Thunder Force" originating from the fusion of the breathing technique and the Iron Mountain Fist suddenly erupt.

"I understand, senior brother." A fighting spirit flickered in Wan Ze's eyes.

"Come on, now it's your turn to attack me. Go all out and hit me however you like." Seeing this, Lei Ming laughed, stood still, raised his arms one in front of the other, and adopted the defensive stance of Iron Mountain Fist, beckoning to Wan Ze.

"good!"

Wan Ze didn't hold back. He lowered his body slightly, exerted force with his feet, and combined his waist and stance into one, delivering a simple and swift hook punch straight to Lei Ming's center.

Nothing fancy.

It's all about speed, accuracy, and precision!

Lei Ming's gaze sharpened, and he dared not be careless. His right palm, as if sealing or closing, precisely met Wan Ze's fist, deflecting and pulling it to the side in an attempt to neutralize the force.

However, the moment their fists made contact, his heart skipped a beat.

What came from the palm was not just a simple impact, but a penetrating force as solid as iron!

The joints of my arm, which was used to block, made a faint "crackling" sound, and I was in excruciating pain.

His facial muscles twitched almost imperceptibly, but out of pride, he swallowed back the muffled groan that was about to come out.

Using the force of neutralizing the force, he quickly took half a step forward, leaning his body forward to try to neutralize the subsequent force with close-range compression, while his left elbow was ready to strike.

But Wan Ze reacted extremely quickly.

The fist that was deflected was not pulled back, but instead the forearm was pressed down, turning the fist into a lean, and the shoulder and elbow advanced at the same time, which was another fierce close-range strike.

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, Lei Ming felt a surge of blood and qi in his chest and abdomen, and his defensive stance was shaken by the force that was both brute and skillful.

He acted decisively, no longer resisting head-on. He stepped back to create distance, then withdrew his fist and stood with his hands behind his back. He tried to maintain a calm and composed expression, nodding slightly: "Hmm—not bad. Your punches are powerful and quick. You are naturally strong and have innate strength; you are indeed excellent material for practicing boxing. Keep honing your skills, and given time—Aze, your future is limitless."

"Why did you stop fighting?" Wan Ze was engrossed in the game when he saw this and was taken aback, asking in confusion.

"Hmm—I suddenly remembered that Master seems to have given me some instructions." Lei Ming remained calm and composed, even dusting off non-existent dust, displaying an air of "Senior brother has finished his guidance and is keeping his merits hidden." "Hmm—You should try to understand it yourself, especially the connection between exerting force and retracting the force."

Having said that, he turned around.

He walked out of the courtyard, his back view exuding a profound and unfathomable calmness.

Although Wan Ze felt something was amiss, he didn't suspect anything. He shook his head and continued to calm down, studying the power of the fist alone in the courtyard.

Unbeknownst to him, as soon as Lei Ming turned out of the corridor and made sure he was out of Wan Ze's sight, he immediately collapsed, grimacing as he leaned against the wall, hugging his arms and gasping for breath, shaking them violently.

"Hiss—oh my god, this is a monster! What did this kid eat to grow up like this?"

"How long has it been? In a pure clash of strength, I'm already almost at my breaking point—if I had taken that second blow head-on, my body would have fallen apart! Good heavens!"

He rubbed his numb arm, glanced back at the inner courtyard with lingering fear, shook his head, and quickly slipped away.

inside the room.

[Illustrated Guide: Horizontal Training Technique] (Intermediate Level Mastered)

[Effect 1: Slight increase in physical strength]

【Effect 2: Iron Skin (Stamina +0.02; Endurance +0.02)】

【Effect 3: Ironhide Evolution - Iron Armor (Stamina +0.04)】

【技能高级满足条件：砂纸擦身500次（118/500），且抗击打3次（3/3）】

Wan Ze glanced silently at the progress of the Horizontal Training Technique task, then turned around and took out sandpaper from his bag.

This hurts much more than using a rough cloth, and it's not just a few times, but hundreds of times!

Soon after, gasps of cold air could be heard coming from inside the room.

Two hours later.

Wan Ze's entire body turned bright red, like a boiled shrimp. He endured the stinging pain, which felt like countless ants crawling and biting his wounds.

[Scrub the body with sandpaper 500 times (418/500)]

"Soon!"

He gritted his teeth and continued to scrub his body with sandpaper.

The red marks on his body soon started bleeding; he would wipe the wound in one spot and then move on to another.

Soon he was almost covered in blood.

Fortunately, the mission was successfully completed.

[Illustrated Guide: Horizontal Training Technique] (Advanced Level Mastered)

[Effect 1: Slight increase in physical strength]

【Effect 2: Iron Skin (Stamina +0.02; Endurance +0.02)】

【Effect 3: Ironhide Evolution - Iron Armor (Stamina +0.04)】

[Effect 4: Steel Bones (All attributes +0.02, and Stamina +0.05; Strength +0.02)]

【技能特级满足条件：砂纸擦身10000次（0/10000），且抗击打10次（0/10）】

"hiss!"

Almost simultaneously with gaining 0.06 points of stamina, Wanze suddenly felt a cool sensation coming from the burning, tearing wounds on his body.

To his even greater surprise, the wound scabbed over on its own.

In just a few breaths, the scars disappeared on their own, and the person was completely restored to normal, with skin as white as jade.

He immediately looked at the cultivation level panel.

[Realm: Blood Tempering Third Transformation]

"It's done!"

"If I calculate it that way, I should be stronger than Senior Brother Lei now —"

"However, they are still far behind Senior Brother Zhai and the others."

"The road ahead is long—just keep going!"

At this moment, only Wan Ze remained in the room.

White light shone down from the roof, falling on his bare upper body, exuding a wild and untamed beauty!

"Thump!!!"

Just then, a muffled, loud bang came from afar without warning!

>