Martial Arts Awakening, Bloodfire Fist Master

[The understanding and improvement of the fourth form in Water Soft Fist...]

Zhang Qingshan didn't just unleash the fourth move; he continued the sequence from the first move all the way to the fourth.

The power within the body first coalesced into a gentle, slow-moving force, then transformed into a thunderous roar, and then surged and churned within the body. With willpower and flesh and blood, this power was finally transformed into a penetrating intent.

Like a fish in water, going with the flow.

I was completely absorbed in improving my boxing skills, and I could feel my understanding of the techniques increasing at all times. It was wonderful.

"Hehe, Zhang Qingshan, the master just praised you a couple of times, and you've already become so arrogant. You even started practicing a set of fist techniques as if you were lucky enough to become a level three martial artist. Do you really think you're a peerless genius? It's probably only because you gave something to your sixth senior brother in the inner sect last time that the master probably said some good things about you."

Rong Teng stood a few meters away with a sarcastic expression.

Seeing Zhang Qingshan looking over, he forced a smile:

"Although you are unruly, we are fellow villagers. Seeing that you have some potential, I am willing to make a connection for you to enter the Zhou family in the inner city and follow Senior Brother Zhou to take orders and wash away the muddy smell on your body."

Zhang Qingshan only glanced at him before continuing to immerse himself in his cultivation.

Rong Teng's face darkened, and he spoke loudly.

"Zhang Qingshan, don't be ungrateful. Senior Brother Zhou has taken a liking to you, yet you show such contempt. You dare to look down on the Zhou family. Let me tell you, anyone else would have knelt down to thank him if they had this chance. Don't be so ungrateful. I'll give you another chance now."

Zhang Qingshan finally stopped.

Rong Teng smiled inwardly. Scared now? Senior Brother Zhou's name really works. He scolded, "Hehe, why don't you come with me to pay your respects to Senior Brother Zhou? Let me tell you, Senior Brother Zhou is only giving you this opportunity because of my reputation."

Zhang Qingshan stared intently at the mad dog, noticing its smugness and the jealousy and pleasure that flashed deep in its eyes.

With a calm expression, he said, "Get lost. Say one more word and I'll beat you so badly your own mother won't recognize you."

"you..."

Zhang Qingshan made a move that startled Rong Teng, who quickly took a few steps back.

He hadn't even reached the second level of martial arts, so he was no match for a third-level martial artist.

"Hmph, you just wait."

Watching the man's figure, Zhang Qingshan's eyes filled with coldness as he suppressed his anger. "Wait a little longer, wait a little longer..."

Driven by rage, the Water Soft Fist's martial will roared with intense fury. It wanted to unleash its fury, but it had to admit that if it openly started a bloodbath, it would soon be suppressed, endangering those around it. Therefore, it could only suppress the flames within its heart. Its unwilling will roared; the Water Soft Fist craved greater power... Under this stimulation, its understanding of the fist technique grew rapidly...

[Power, power, power! The Water Soft Fist craves power! Innate instincts are awakened, the natural Water Soft Fist physique is restless, the inheritance within the bloodline is activated, the potential of the Water Soft body born from heaven and earth is unlocked, and the mastery of the Penetrating Technique is rapidly improving...improving...improving, improving! The newly learned Penetrating Technique has improved once again, reaching the proficiency stage!]

"Senior Brother Zhou, that Zhang Qingshan is ignorant of the times and is full of hatred towards the upper class. Just now, he not only disagreed, but also said that the Zhou family is nothing. If I were not a step behind him in martial arts, I would have taught him a lesson for you, Senior Brother Zhou."

Zhou Xishui naturally knew that he must have exaggerated.

But it's definitely true that the person didn't give him face.

He glared at Rong Teng and said, "Useless! You can't even handle this simple task."

"Senior Brother Zhou, don't worry, Xiao Rong will definitely help you get revenge."

Zhou Xishui neither agreed nor disagreed, but simply fanned herself with her fan and then spoke to the others.

Rong Teng's eyes lit up; he knew that Senior Brother Zhou had agreed.

He had long harbored resentment towards Zhang Qingshan. From childhood to adulthood, he would take revenge on all those in the village who had displeased him, making them cry and beg for mercy on their knees, only then could he feel satisfied.

However, he still had reservations deep down when facing Zhang Qingshan, a peasant from Zhangjia Village.

Zhang Qingshan is different from those real scoundrels in Xiaoqing Township. He has the strength of a level three martial artist. He has always wanted revenge but has never carried it out. Now that he has the big scoundrel from the Zhou family, there will be no problem.

He thought smugly, "Zhang Qingshan, you bastard, even if you knew, you'd have to keep quiet!"

This world is filthy, and people's hearts are even more sinister.

Zhang Qingshan knew perfectly well what was going on.

With these mad dogs lurking nearby, Zhang Qingshan was even less inclined to reveal his true strength for the time being.

However, suppressing the power of fist techniques in a martial arts school can also slightly suppress one's will and affect the efficiency of training.

Moreover, there are always people disturbing me; I should find a quieter place to cultivate.

Without hesitation, he left the martial arts school and found a secluded, deserted grove near his residence.

"Boom boom boom..."

A powerful force erupted, running rampant with the Water Soft Fist Technique, sometimes like gentle ripples on water, sometimes like surging waves.

"A thousand pounds of strength" signifies fierce power, which, under the guidance of the fist technique, surges, penetrates, and roars!

Unlike in a martial arts school, you don't have to suppress your anger and irritability.

As if facing an enemy, Zhang Qingshan was focused, continuously throwing powerful punches that seemed to shatter the waves and pierce through the rock walls.

[The Water Soft Fist is both a practice and an outlet for anger. The rage in one's heart transforms the Water Soft Fist into a fierce and powerful force, shattering ghosts and demons, and unleashing the Great Dao. The fourth move of the Water Soft Fist, the Penetrating Strike, rapidly improves upon mastery...]

[I've gained further insights into the Water Soft Fist...]

The system's narration kept being generated.

However, Zhang Qingshan could sense that the improvement had slowed down significantly.

To be honest, today's improvement is already too exaggerated.

First, one masters the third technique, then enters the fourth technique, and then, with further stimulation, enters the proficiency stage. It is unrealistic to expect to achieve minor or major mastery in one fell swoop.

Even so, he is improving, and his mastery of boxing techniques is becoming more and more proficient.

From then on, Zhang Qingshan would go to the martial arts school in the morning to feel the power of soft water, and after having a good meal in the afternoon, he would go to the grove to train and penetrate the power of thunder.

There is a sense of urgency in my heart.

In this world, it's not that if you don't provoke others, they won't provoke you. When you're at level two or three, things are fine, but as your strength rapidly increases, you inevitably attract attention. There will be praise and support, but there will also be malice and jealousy.

Perhaps only after I enter the inner circle and become a true member of the Qinghe Martial Arts School will I have more confidence.

Two days passed in this way, and on this day, in the grove...

Zhang Qingshan started practicing from the first move, and then when he got to the fourth move, a thought struck him, and he suddenly threw a punch, feeling an unprecedented sense of comfort as a powerful force surged through his body.

After two days of arduous practice, and with the accumulation of knowledge and experience, the Water Soft Fist finally triggered a crucial inspiration, and the fourth movement, the Penetrating Stance, entered the minor mastery stage...

[Continue, Water Soft Fist is not complacent; the mocking looks from those people these past two days have made it suspicious... Practice, practice, practice, continue to improve the penetrating stance...]

Zhang Qingshan practiced until dusk before stopping.

It's almost time. The fourth form will be mastered in the next few days.

Once you've mastered it, you'll be considered a level 5 martial artist.

Not only will their strength increase significantly, but they will also enter the ranks of the strongest outer disciples and be able to begin exploring level six dark power. According to what their sixth senior brother said, even the incense masters and altar masters of those gangs are no more than this.

Back in the shed courtyard, Zhang Qingshan saw a familiar figure in front of his door, head down, seemingly lost in thought.

"Da Long, what brings you here?"

This is Liu Dalong, Zhang Qingshan's neighbor next door, a childhood friend who grew up with him and is two years older than him.

"Ah, Qingshan, you're finally back! You should go back quickly, something's happened at your home!"

Zhang Qingshan felt a chill in his heart and asked in a deep voice, "What happened?"

"Qingshan, your uncle and your father were beaten up at the market. Something happened to them. You..."

Liu Dalong looked left and right for a moment before hesitatingly asking, "Qingshan, have you offended someone?"

Zhang Qingshan took a deep breath. "Dalong, how badly are my father and second uncle injured?"

A tremor ran through him, a abrupt thought of his worst fears flashing through his mind, and he took a deep breath: "Could my life be in danger?"

"They said your father and your second uncle stole something. Your father's arm was broken by a stick, and your second uncle was kicked out and fainted on the spot. Fortunately, they heard that you left some money, so after everyone carried him back, they called a doctor. He should be fine for now, but he won't be able to do anything for a while. It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone..."