Martial Arts: My talent multiplier increased

Evening of the third day in the secret realm.

Fog has risen in the underground forest.

Fang Yuan walked ahead. The twice-sized divine soul perception network contracted, pressing down within a radius of twenty zhang.

Two perfectly synchronized fluctuations of qi and blood suddenly cut into the edge of perception. One from the left and one from the right, taking advantage of the fog and terrain for cover, they approached at high speed.

Late stage of Bone Refining Realm. Resonance at the same frequency.

Fang Yuan recognized this blood and qi structure. It was clearly written in the intelligence booklet—the Thunder and Wind Strangulation Formation.

The Twin Stars of Yunyan City: Zhao Feng and Zhao Lei.

Fang Yuan didn't issue a warning. He simply slowed his pace by half a beat.

For a fleeting moment, the option of avoiding it flashed through his mind. But he immediately dismissed it.

After achieving four times the strength in root bone and four times the skill in stance training, he needed a high-intensity sparring match to test the limits of his physical abilities. These two sparring partners, who came to him without prior arrangement, were just the right fit.

Ahead was a narrow entrance to a rocky passage.

The fog was suddenly torn apart.

Two gray-white figures attacked simultaneously. Without a word.

The man on the left moved with incredible speed, his hands bound with half a chain. The man on the right had his fists covered in a layer of grayish-white petrifying energy.

Clear division of labor. A posture of killing with a single blow.

Tie Meng reacted instantly. His mercenary instincts kicked in, and he raised his iron arm guards to meet the heavy punch from the right.

"boom!"

The two forces collided. Tie Meng groaned, his massive body staggering back three steps uncontrollably. His right shoulder, still recovering from an old injury, emitted a dangerous, throbbing sound.

Zhao Lei landed a powerful blow.

Meanwhile, taking advantage of his brother's distraction, Zhao Feng slashed into Tie Meng's blind spot from behind like a ghost. With a flick of the chain, the hook at the end aimed straight for the back of Tie Meng's neck.

That's what makes the combined attack formation so insidious. There are no blind spots.

But Zhao Feng's iron hook failed to fly out.

A hand suddenly cut into his attack path.

Fang Yuan.

Zhao Feng caught a glimpse of the hand out of the corner of his eye. A short, dark brown cuff, a gray-blue. Attire from Liangshui City. A mid-stage Bone Refining Realm cultivator.

A cruel smile curled at the corner of Zhao Feng's lips. He was courting death.

He changed tactics on the spot, abandoning Tie Meng, and his left fist turned into a blur, aiming straight for Fang Yuan's throat.

A rapid thrust at the late stage of the Bone Refining Realm.

But in Fang Yuan's eyes, this punch was too crude.

The fourfold increase in stance training allowed Fang Yuan to achieve an outrageous level of synchronization between his perception and body control. The moment Zhao Feng's shoulder muscles contracted, Fang Yuan had already predicted the trajectory of his punch.

Slightly turn your body to the side. Tilt your head.

The force of the punch grazed past Fang Yuan's earlobe without even stirring a single hair.

Zhao Feng's pupils contracted instantly. This is impossible.

Before the shock in his mind could even subside, Fang Yuan's counterattack arrived.

A backhand push.

Stacked Wave Fist. Two overlapping strikes.

"Bang!"

Fang Yuan's fist slammed into Zhao Feng's forearm. The first force ripped open the flesh, while the second surged blood and qi, rushing into the bone.

The crisp sound of bones breaking echoed through the rocky passageway.

Zhao Feng's entire left arm was violently twisted outwards, and his tiger's mouth burst open, splattering blood everywhere.

Their proud coordinated attack formation was forcefully breached.

"You dare!"

When Zhao Lei saw that his younger brother had lost an arm, his eyes instantly welled up with tears.

He abandoned Tie Meng, who was still adjusting his center of gravity, and stomped his feet on the ground, charging towards Fang Yuan like a rhinoceros.

He pushed the petrifying energy in his fists to its limit, and with a piercing whistling sound, he aimed straight for Fang Yuan's chest.

Fang Yuan did not back down.

An extremely risky idea popped into his mind. After three days of bone tempering, just how dense were his bones?

He needs a full-force attack from someone in the late stage of the Bone Refining Realm to serve as a testing ground.

Raise your left arm horizontally. Tighten your sternum.

"Bang!"

A deafening, extremely dull thud.

Zhao Lei's heavy punch landed squarely on Fang Yuan's crossed arms and sternum.

Fang Yuan's foot slid back half a step on the gravel. A dull pain came from his chest, but his periosteum didn't even crack.

The four-fold root bone forcefully withstood this heavy blow.

Zhao Lei's expression froze. He felt as if his fists had struck a solid iron ingot. The recoil traveled up his wrists, making his joints ache.

This is a body from the mid-stage of the Bone Refining Realm?

Fang Yuan didn't give him time to process the collapse of common sense.

Using that half-step retreat, his spine, like a fully drawn bow, suddenly rebounded.

His right fist emerged from under his ribs.

Layered Wave Fist. Triple stacking.

The first layer is physical penetration.

The second stage involves the reverse flow of Qi and blood.

The third level is the intent of the fist.

"Pop".

The muffled sound, similar to a bubble bursting underwater, landed directly on Zhao Lei's abdomen.

The grayish-white petrified protective energy couldn't even last half a breath before collapsing instantly. The invisible shockwave bypassed the skin's defenses and penetrated deep inside.

Zhao Lei's body bent violently, like a tree stump that had been broken in the middle.

"Wow--"

A large mouthful of dark red, stagnant blood mixed with fragments of internal organs sprayed onto the gravel in front of him.

He was sent flying uncontrollably backwards and crashed into the rock wall.

"elder brother!"

Zhao Feng roared and pounced from the side, his only remaining right hand gripping a short knife, looking like a madman.

Fang Yuan didn't even turn his head.

The ultimate control achieved through the four-fold stance training allowed him to generate no unnecessary force in his turning movements. Using his right leg as a pivot, he half-turned his body, and his right elbow swept out horizontally using the momentum of the rotation.

It struck Zhao Feng precisely on the temple.

Zhao Feng's roar abruptly stopped. His head snapped to the side, he spun halfway through the air, and crashed heavily to the ground.

It twitched twice. Then it stopped moving.

From the moment the two brothers launched their ambush to the moment they both landed on the ground.

Twenty breaths.

Tie Meng stood three steps away.

The tingling and numbness in his right arm hadn't completely subsided, but he'd already forgotten to rub it.

He stared intently at Fang Yuan, who was standing still, with his large, round eyes.

The common sense he had accumulated over five years as a mercenary was shattered at this moment.

One player in the mid-stage of the Bone Refining Realm was facing two late-stage Bone Refining Realm experts who were skilled in combined attacks.

He took a heavy punch head-on. He didn't retreat an inch.

With two quick moves, he beat the two men to a pulp.

How incredibly dense must your bones be? How insane must your strength control be?

Tie Meng swallowed hard. The sound of his Adam's apple bobbing was particularly clear in the quiet rocky passage.

He is now incredibly grateful that he didn't act rashly and provoke this person yesterday when he was at his lowest point.

Fang Yuan walked up to Zhao Lei.

Zhao Lei wasn't quite dead yet. He leaned against the rock wall, blood and foam constantly gushing from his mouth, his right hand trembling as he reached into his clothes for something.

Fang Yuan raised his foot and stepped on Zhao Lei's wrist.

Hard.

The sound of bones cracking rang out. Zhao Lei let out a piercing groan.

Fang Yuan bent down and pulled a bulging leather bag from his arms.

Pull open the bag.

Several pieces of mid-grade spiritual herbs' roots. Several bottles of ordinary healing medicine.

Fang Yuan's fingers touched a hard object at the bottom of the bag.

Pull it out.

It was a piece of parchment folded very neatly.

Fang Yuan unfolded the parchment.

A rough hand-drawn map. It depicts the terrain of the Beast Cave.

The outer forest, the middle swamp.

In the very center, there was a large vermilion circle.

Next to the red circle, a line of information was marked in very small print.

"Core area. At noon on the fifth day, the stone gate opened by itself."

Fang Yuan turned the parchment over.

There was a line of hastily written ink on the back, the handwriting was messy, like a piece of information that was recorded on the spot.

"Shi Potian has gathered eight people, intending to take over the core area for himself."