Martial Arts Awakening, Bloodfire Fist Master

Three days later:

[The Water Soft Fist suddenly froze in place, realizing that the so-called "undercurrent" was not only about the hidden power, but also about the hidden mind and intent. The Undercurrent Style wasn't about doing nothing or being without any threat; rather, it was about hidden currents, concealed killing intent, and constant danger. The Water Soft Fist's understanding of the Undercurrent Style continued to rise... The Water Soft Fist achieved mastery of the Undercurrent Style!]

Five days later:

[Water Soft Fist circulated its body, unleashing a vortex-like movement. Suddenly, a thought struck it, recalling Tai Chi from its previous world—the principles of Yin and Yang, the combination of movement and stillness, softness within strength, and intention within power. Internal energy flowed like a vortex, the body's posture responding to the external world. Water Soft Fist shouted: "So that's how it is!" Practice, practice, practice, and waves of inspiration suddenly struck...]

[A mastery of the sixth movement, the Whirlpool Style, in Water Soft Fist!]

Zhang Qingshan took the herbal tea handed to him by his second sister, drank it down in large gulps, and then continued his cultivation.

[The Water Soft Fist begins to study the seventh form of the fist technique. This form integrates the previous two forms and is the most crucial one. Fully comprehending this form will allow one to unleash hidden power based on the previous undercurrent vortex force, and at the same time, enter the sixth level of martial arts.]

This form is the ultimate sublimation of the Seven Forms of Water Softness, and it is extremely difficult to comprehend. Therefore, only after deep contemplation and focused mind did a glimmer of inspiration for the Water Softness Fist finally emerge...

Zhang Qingshan took a deep breath, his eyes burning with fervor. It would be soon.

Once you comprehend the hidden power, you'll be considered a minor expert even in Qinghe City. Whether you become an inner disciple or not, you won't need to hide it like you do now, even if you spend some money.

Calming the turmoil in his heart, he focused on comprehending the insights emanating from the martial arts.

Two days later.

Someone shouted in the village: "There are important figures from the city doing business in Xiaoqingshan and Daqingshan. The leaders of the Mountain Forest Gang have notified all villagers not to enter the mountains without permission."

Zhang Dagui and Zhang Ergui lamented that life was not easy and wondered when it would end.

Zhang Qingshan could guess that it might be related to the Black Mountain bandits.

I'll set aside my own affairs for now and continue my cultivation.

Five days later:

Zhang Youcai's son, Zhang Feng, returned from the martial arts school in the city. This time, instead of going to Liu Dalong to verify something, he went directly to Zhang Qingshan.

I also carried a little bit of snacks in my hand:

"Zhang Qingshan, when I went back to the gang this time and visited the gang leader, Zhu asked me to pass on a message to you. He said there was a misunderstanding earlier and wanted to invite you for a drink. The gang leader also said that you are now one of us. Congratulations, Zhang Qingshan, you've really made it big. I, Zhang Feng, have to admire you."

own people?

Zhang Qingshan smiled faintly: "No time!"

Shui Rouquan chuckled coldly. "A mere junior leader, oblivious to his own mortality. He's just a name waiting to be crossed off the list. His lifespan is short; why bother?"

Even if he hasn't grasped the power of darkness yet, he'll be close.

Even now, Zhang Qingshan is a level five martial artist, and Zhu, the market's foreman, could take his head at any time.

However, the Rong family has just been destroyed, so it is not advisable to act rashly immediately; caution is the best policy.

Seeing Zhang Qingshan's unwavering refusal, Zhang Feng appeared regretful, but a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

Or perhaps he was even more pleased that Zhang Qingshan didn't befriend the Mountain Forest Gang.

He rubbed his hands together and then coughed.

"Hey Zhang Qingshan, I heard you have a great understanding and your stance training is excellent. Since everyone's free today, could you give me some pointers?"

After speaking, he glanced at Zhang Qingshan's simple and shabby courtyard and house, a hint of disdain flashing across his face.

He weighed the pastries in his hand and looked at Zhang Qingshan's parents and sisters:

"These are pastries my family bought from the city. You've never had them before, have you? This is just a small token of my appreciation. Haha, what can I do when my brother Qingshan has become so amazing?"

He seemed to be reluctantly bowing his head, wanting to learn about stance training, but he was also a little too proud to admit it. Even though he knew Zhang Qingshan was a level three martial artist, his preconceived notions and resentment made him avoid thinking about the meaning of being a level three martial artist.

If he cannot become a martial artist within three months, he will be expelled. Zhang Feng now realizes that he may not be a genius, and he feels a sense of urgency.

Given his family background, even if he tried to curry favor with those big shots and sons like Rong Teng, he would be looked down upon and instead be despised as a country bumpkin several times.

Zhang Qingshan's family was quite happy, and they couldn't detect any other meaning in their expressions.

He felt a sense of pride that even the son of the richest man in the village had to come and consult him, and that the once arrogant young master Zhang Feng had to give him gifts.

Zhang Dagui chuckled and said, "Qingshan, you should give Young Master Feng some pointers. We're all from the same village, so we should look out for each other in the future."

Zhang Qingshan didn't criticize his parents for being naive and honest, nor would he necessarily follow their instructions.

Seeing Zhang Feng's smug look, he said, "Get lost!"

The other person wanted to say something, but seeing the coldness in Zhang Qingshan's eyes, they hunched over and left with a stiff expression.

Zhang Qingshan loathed such a despicable person. Although he hadn't reached the point of wanting to kill him, he didn't need to give him any courtesy.

If the other party persists in their grievances, they will be punished accordingly.

After slaughtering the Rong family in a 30-mile night raid a dozen days ago, Zhang Qingshan had also accumulated a bit of ferocity and malice deep in his heart.

If you've mastered martial arts, but you're still the same as before, then all your training has been for nothing.

Ignoring my parents' earnest advice on interpersonal relationships and social etiquette, I continued my self-cultivation.

After that, the mountain gang members didn't cause any trouble.

Three days later, at noon:

[So that's how it is, so that's how it is. Dark power isn't ordinary power; it's the transformation of intention into physical strength, the flow of intention into power, the unblocking of flesh and blood to contain dark power. With a startled cry, the Water Soft Fist delivers its message: Come, that's how it is.]

[Water Soft Fist comprehends hidden power, entering the sixth level of martial artist hidden power.]

This time, there were no crackling sounds from his body.

Instead, the flesh beneath the clothing seemed to ripple, constantly fluctuating, growing, and changing.

After a while, the changes stopped.

"It's not just that my strength has increased to two thousand pounds, but more importantly, it's this instinct!"

Zhang Qingshan subconsciously leaned gently against an old persimmon tree in the yard.

"Click!"

The persimmon tree trunk broke directly, not from a sudden impact, and Zhang Qingshan approached it at a slow pace.

If someone had observed closely, they would have noticed that when he leaned closer, his back and shoulders bulged slightly.

Zhang Qingshan ran his palm across the tree trunk again, and the flesh of his palm throbbed as if his heart were vibrating.

The next moment, the tree trunk also exploded, with a more concentrated and destructive force than when the opponent was prepared to unleash a powerful attack.

After two attempts, my vest and palms were dripping with sweat.

Even though my body hadn't done anything strenuous, it felt sore and weak, as if my internal muscles and blood had been severely overworked.

There was also a sense of mental exhaustion and fatigue, as if I had done something that had taken a lot of mental and physical energy.

Zhang Qingshan immediately gained a real understanding of what his sixth senior brother had said.

Dark power is indeed not something that can be used casually; it is more of a crucial means.

[Water Soft Fist seemed to be deep in thought. It tapped into the instincts within its bloodline and immediately realized that even though it had broken through to the sixth level of martial arts, it couldn't immediately begin practicing the next stage of its cultivation. It still needed to temper its willpower and hone its physical body. When it could unleash hidden power ten or eight times in one go, it could then attempt the next stage of cultivation, allowing its subtle hidden power to undergo another qualitative transformation...]

[The Water Soft Fist begins with the first movement, each movement seamlessly connected, transforming power into gentle waves to soothe fatigue. Then, it gradually begins to explode, allowing the body to adapt to different rhythms.]

While following the self-discipline of martial arts, certain ideas in his mind became clearer and clearer.

Zhang Qingshan originally thought that since he already had his senior sister's training notes, which also contained the cultivation methods for martial artists, he could understand them.

Be a swordsman of Shilipo and survive to the end.

Unfortunately, the tree may wish to remain still, but the wind will not cease; there are too many mad dogs and storms outside, targeting either oneself or family and friends.

His killing of Master Ma and others, as well as the massacre of the Rong family, were not entirely without clues.

After weighing the options, we still need to demonstrate our value and leverage the deterrent power of Qinghe Martial Arts School.

at the same time.

The murderous intent that had been suppressed by Zhang Qingshan and nurtured in the Rong family was beginning to stir again.

[Water Soft Fist's heart began to surge with excitement. His martial arts had leveled up! He should celebrate by drinking the heart's blood of the villains. Those names on his little notebook had stayed too long. When killing, one must eliminate the root of the problem. There were still real culprits at work! Even if he couldn't achieve complete victory, he should at least take a few more of the enemy chief's heads before stopping. Otherwise, wouldn't his level up have been in vain?]

Stimulated by this, Shui Rouquan stopped practicing punches sequentially and instead used the seven forms of the fist technique randomly. Shui Rouquan felt that this method was more efficient in honing his physical body and mental strength.