Becoming a martial arts saint starting with Black Tiger Fist

Chen Yuan listened to these discussions without expression, turned around and walked to his position to begin practicing standing meditation.

He banished all distracting thoughts from his mind, focusing his attention on the flowing blood and qi within his body, feeling the increasing strength beneath his skin.

In the following days, Li Husheng did not reappear.

The martial arts academy was missing a figure who silently trained hard. At first, people would occasionally mention it, but soon no one talked about it anymore, as if he had never existed.

New disciples joined with anticipation, repeating the same rigorous training day after day, looking forward to their first challenge.

"Senior Brother Chen, aren't we leaving yet?"

"You guys go back first, I'll practice a little longer!"

Before nightfall, the last group of disciples left the martial arts academy, and a murmur of discussion drifted over from afar.

"Senior Brother Chen is really hardworking, even more so than Senior Brother Li was back then!"

"Unfortunately, due to inherent limitations, no amount of effort will make a difference."

"Sigh, yet another Senior Brother Li!"

……

That night, at Jiangyuan.

The moonlight was as clear as water, and all was quiet.

Chen Yuan, shirtless and wearing only shorts, stood in the center of the training ground in the Black Tiger Stance.

The cool moonlight fell, casting a silvery glow on his well-defined body.

Chen Yuan's mind was clear and focused, and his thoughts guided the blood and qi flowing through his body like a river rushing to the sea, flowing through all the meridians of his body again and again.

After an unknown amount of time, when the moon was high in the sky...

Chen Yuan suddenly felt that the blood and qi in his body, which had been filled to the extreme, finally broke through the last barrier and transformed into a scorching torrent with the power of metal and stone. In an instant, it swept through his limbs and bones and crashed hard against his bones!

"Buzz!"

It felt as if a great bell was ringing in my ears, and my whole body was resonating with energy.

Veins bulged on Chen Yuan's forehead, his muscles bulged, his skin instantly turned bright red, and billowing white steam rose from it, making him look like a blazing furnace.

His stance was as steady as a rock, firmly rooted to the ground, bearing the transformative, violent power within him.

Qi and blood flow like a hammer, bones are like iron.

The chain was washed and hammered again and again.

He could clearly hear the subtle yet dense creaking sounds emanating from his bones as they were washed and compressed by the violent flow of blood and qi.

Time lost its meaning at this moment.

After an unknown amount of time, the excruciating pain, enough to make one faint, slowly receded like a tide, replaced by an indescribable solidity and weight.

Chen Yuan slowly opened his eyes, his gaze flashing like lightning in the darkness.

He slowly came to a stop and stood still.

Under the moonlight, the pale blue sheen that was characteristic of his skin had faded, and his complexion had returned to normal, but it still subtly revealed a jade-like texture, making it even more delicate and resilient.

Chen Yuan clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking with a crisp sound, and a power far more powerful than that of the Skin Polishing Realm flowed through his muscles and flesh.

With a thought, a panel appeared in his field of vision.

[Black Tiger Stump: Great Achievement (1/2000)]

Black Tiger Fist: Minor Success (998/1000)

[Tiger Demon Blade: Minor Completion (964/1000)]

[Canglan Fubo Skill: Minor Success (388/1000)]

Finally, the bones have been forged!

Finally, they have crossed the second crucial hurdle on the path of martial arts.

A martial artist at the Bone Forging Realm possesses skin as tough as iron, bones as strong as steel, the strength to lift a cauldron, and is impervious to swords and blades.

He was already considered a skilled fighter in Blackwater City, capable of holding his own in many situations.

Chen Yuan exhaled a long breath, which condensed into a straight white streak in the cold air, shooting several feet away before slowly dissipating.

"With one burst of energy, I will also master the Black Tiger Fist!" Taking advantage of his boiling blood, Chen Yuan set up his stance and began to practice his punches.

In the backyard, the door to the main house creaked open, and Jiang Cheng walked out wearing only a light jacket.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked towards the outhouse.

As I get older, I'm getting up at night more and more frequently.

Just as he finished relieving himself and was about to go back to his room, his ear suddenly twitched.

A series of rhythmic punches and kicks echoed from the front yard, deep and powerful, and remarkably clear in the quiet night.

"Hmm? There are still people practicing martial arts at this hour?"

Curious, Jiang Cheng tiptoed through the hanging flower gate and arrived at the entrance of the corridor leading to the inner courtyard.

The cool moonlight shone down on the vast training ground.

In the center of the arena, a figure was moving nimbly, his fists whistling through the air.

The man was shirtless, wearing only black training pants, and his body was steaming with thick white vapor.

With each punch, the air emitted a dull thud, faintly carrying the trembling sound of metal clashing against stone.

The bluestone ground trembled slightly when I stepped on it.

Jiang Cheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

The force of the punch, the power, the billowing aura... these are clearly characteristics of the Bone Forging Realm.

"Chen Yuan, how is this possible?!" Jiang Cheng's heart was filled with shock.

Chen Yuan had only been a student at Jiang Academy for half a year, and had only just succeeded in skin resurfacing three months ago. Moreover, his bone structure was of low quality, which was confirmed by Jiang Yuan himself when he examined his bones.

Logically speaking, the possibility of someone with such aptitude for bone forging is extremely low. Even if they could succeed, they would need to endure hardship for at least one or two years to accumulate enough qi and blood.

But now...

Jiang Cheng quickly calculated the time in his mind.

From the first time he knocked on the door until tonight, it's only been four months at most!

Bone forging in about four months? That speed is only a month slower than Li Hao's!

But what kind of innate talent does Li Hao possess? Superior!

With the help of his own resources in nurturing him, and the constant supply of various precious ointments and qi-boosting pills, he was able to attempt the breakthrough for the second time within three months.

What about Chen Yuan? He was of inferior aptitude and lacked resources. Apart from the small amount of financial assistance from Zhou Yue, he relied almost entirely on his own hard work.

Jiang Cheng felt his throat go dry, and a complex emotion that was hard to describe welled up in his heart.

I misjudged him; I actually misjudged him this time!

He stared intently at the figure in the arena, his mind racing through the events of the past six months.

When Chen Yuan first entered the martial arts academy, he judged that his potential was limited after examining his bones, and only asked Zhou Yue to take care of him.

Before the exchange match, although I agreed to let him play, I only had the thought that it wouldn't hurt to give it a try.

Even though Chen Yuan defeated Yang Shuying and demonstrated amazing comprehension of boxing techniques, I could only regret that her natural talent limited her ability to achieve great things.

But now...

Under the moonlight, Chen Yuan's fist technique became increasingly refined, and the fierce intent emanating from his fist was so concentrated and pure that it had even surpassed the limitations of the Black Tiger Fist itself!

"Good lad..." Jiang Cheng muttered to himself, his expression shifting.

In the arena, Chen Yuan finished his last move and slowly withdrew from the stance.

Black Tiger Fist: Mastery (1/2000)

He exhaled a long breath, the air shooting out like an arrow, traveling more than three feet under the moonlight before slowly dissipating.

The white steam rising from his body gradually subsided, revealing a muscular and iron-like physique.

"Da, da, da."

Suddenly, footsteps came from the direction of the corridor.

Chen Yuan was startled and turned his head sharply. He saw that Jiang Cheng was standing there at some point, with his hands behind his back, looking at him with a complicated expression.

"Master!" Chen Yuan quickly clasped his hands in greeting.

He had been practicing on a whim tonight, thinking that no one was at the martial arts academy, but he didn't expect Jiang Cheng to come out in the middle of the night.

Jiang Cheng walked slowly closer, carefully examining Chen Yuan, and the more he looked, the more shocked he became.

His breath was long and deep, and he stood as straight as a pine tree or a mountain. This was a sign of a solid foundation and abundant blood and energy, and he had not broken through with the help of any special secret method.

Most importantly, he couldn't see any arrogance in Chen Yuan's eyes after his breakthrough; his temperament was truly calm and composed.