He achieved the pinnacle of martial arts starting with breaking through the limits of Tiger Fist.

At the entrance of Shaziwan Village, Jiang Lin held a harpoon in his left hand, a fishing net slung over his shoulder, and a bundle in his right hand, with a bow and arrows hanging from the bundle.

His outfit made him look like he was fleeing a disaster, but he didn't care. These things were bought with money, so how could he possibly lose them?

Before even entering the village, Jiang Lin was already worried. He hadn't been back for several months; he hoped Old Deng wouldn't sell his house.

Jiang Lin hurried a few steps to his front door, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the house was safe and sound.

This person is indeed despicable; once he realizes there will be consequences for harming you, he will think twice.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel regretful. His third uncle had knocked out half a tooth too late. If he had knocked it out earlier, he might have been able to save his boat.

First, a thorough cleaning was done. No one had lived here for several months, so it definitely needed to be cleaned up. We'd be staying here for quite a while this time.

Before the sun went down, he went to buy some oil, salt, rice, vinegar, and other daily necessities.

After dinner, Jiang Lin took out the pills that his senior sister had given him.

"Body Shaping Pills" are also sold at this martial arts school, costing ten taels of silver per pill.

The bottle in his hand contained a hundred taels of silver, but it was only enough for him to use for ten days. Just thinking about it was terrifying.

The cost of training in martial arts is truly staggering.

Of course, not everyone is like Jiang Lin, who treats pills like food.

Most people, like Senior Brother Zhou before them, rely on perseverance and hard work, which takes a long time to accumulate and withstand the enormous strain.

Before bed, it's another round of walking meditation, boxing practice, and archery.

"Hey! Where's my bow?"

Jiang Lin was holding the bow and arrows he had borrowed from his senior sister when he suddenly realized he had forgotten his own practice bow and arrows at the martial arts school.

As for the black iron bow in his hand?

This bow weighs a full eight stones, nearly five hundred pounds. How can one train with it?

"Go back and get it?"

After thinking it over, Jiang Lin decided to go find Chen Sanlang first thing tomorrow morning, since he also needed to find him to rent a boat.

……

The next morning, Jiang Lin walked to the fish market.

The fish market was bustling with people, both inside and out.

"It seems that Saburo is managing things well."

Jiang Lin entered the fish market while thinking to himself.

Gangs have their own strongholds; even a small fish market needs to have its own base.

Jiang Lin had been to this outpost twice; it was a small two-story courtyard.

The gang members outside recognized Jiang Lin and knew he was a good friend of Chen Sanlang, so they didn't ask any questions or stop him.

It was still early. Jiang Lin practiced martial arts every day and was used to getting up early, while Chen Sanlang was still fast asleep.

With a "whoosh," Jiang Lin threw off the blanket.

"Who the hell... um, it's Lin-ge'er!"

Chen Sanlang was about to start cursing when he saw Jiang Lin standing at the head of the bed, and immediately beamed with joy.

Chen Sanlang jumped up and put his arm around Jiang Lin. "It's been so long, at least two months!"

"How's it going? Did you clear it on your second try?"

When he rented the boat last time, he knew that Jiang Lin had successfully made his attempt to enter the pass. Now that he hasn't returned for two months, he must be trying to enter the pass a second time.

Jiang Lin nodded in response, "I've broken through."

Chen Sanlang was initially delighted, then deliberately feigned disdain, "Heh, it's nothing special. I didn't have a master to guide me, and I had so many things to do every day, yet I still managed to pass the test twice."

"Good, good. Sanlang is exceptionally talented. He will become a martial artist in no time."

Jiang Lin flattered him a few times, but didn't reveal the truth.

The higher the level of a martial art, the more difficult it is to master. Tiger Fist is an orthodox martial art, how can it be the same as the kung fu that Sanlang learned?

Moreover, Tiger Warrior Fist is a complete and orthodox martial art.

Jiang Lin had no intention of hurting Sanlang, so he let the matter drop.

The two reminisced for a while, and then parted ways.

Chen Sanlang also had things to do, while Jiang Lin needed to fish and practice his skills.

After agreeing to have a drink and get-together that evening, Jiang Lin took the boat that Sanlang had helped him find and headed towards the ferry at Shaziwan.

At Shaziwan Wharf, Jiang Lin had just tied up the boat when he heard Old Man Chen's voice behind him.

"Oh, is this a new boat that Lin-ge'er just bought?"

"Buy a boat my ass."

Jiang Lin ignored him and turned to walk home.

"Hey, you talk to an old man like that..."

Old Chen was rebuffed and sighed inwardly, thinking that the world was going to the dogs and that young people were becoming increasingly disrespectful to the elderly.

Little did he know that Jiang Lin had even considered knocking out his old teeth, and what respect?

After returning home and retrieving his fishing net and bow and arrows, Jiang Lin rowed his boat away from the village.

……

This time, Jiang Lin did not go directly into the depths of the marshland, but instead came to a secluded bay.

The water here is shallow and clear; at the point where the river flows downstream, it just reaches above chest level.

The "Water Separation Technique" clearly states that the first step in this technique is to achieve the so-called "water sensation".

Only then did they discuss the methods of generating power in the water and the trajectory of movement.

Yes, this technique has no set moves; it is a high-level swimming skill.

"Watery feel".

The moment Jiang Lin entered the water, he understood what the sensation of water was; his comprehension was remarkably swift.

After he broke the limit in fishing, the "Initial Sensation of Water" effect he gained allowed him to automatically understand what "water sense" was without needing to practice, just by being in the water for a short while.

The so-called "water sensation" refers to all factors in water, such as pressure, resistance, buoyancy, and temperature.

This method is not about fighting against it, but about treating it as information, learning it, understanding it, and ultimately utilizing it.

Only after you grasp the "feel of water" can you move on to the techniques.

It is divided into "Separating Palms and Pushing the Flow", "Spinning Body and Rushing Forward", "Shock Wave Power Generation", and "Treading Water and Moving Shape".

These are not techniques, but rather methods for generating power in the water, combined with "water sense," allowing practitioners to move in the water as if on solid ground.

In short, it makes it so that there's not much difference between being in the water and on land, and you can even use the same force in a fight in the water as you would on land.

This is extremely rare, and it is precisely the ability that Jiang Lin currently lacks the most.

He couldn't help but imagine how powerful this "Water-Splitting and Wave-Fighting Skill" would be if it were the complete set.

Once you grasp the "sense of water," this technique is not difficult to practice, and you can progress very quickly.

[Quantity +3]

[Proficiency +3]

In just one morning, Jiang Lin practiced more than thirty times, and his proficiency level barely exceeded one hundred.

[Martial Arts] Water-Separating Technique (Beginner 102/500)

Compared to the "Tiger Soul Stance," this water-based skill is much easier to master.

Firstly, his progress improved after comprehending "water sense," and secondly, Jiang Lin's physique is now vastly different from before.

After cultivating for half a day, Jiang Lin stopped.

He only has a few taels of silver left in his pocket, and his resources are severely lacking. The bottle of pills he carries was a gift from his senior sister!

This technique is good, but making money is an urgent matter.

After stringing his bow and tidying the arrows in the quiver in the cabin, Jiang Lin sailed into the depths of the marsh.

His quiver now contains two types of arrows: twenty ordinary arrows and ten armor-piercing arrows that his senior sister provided.

At the boundary where the fog meets the sky, there are even more fishing boats.

Lately, for some reason, the catch of fish has been increasing, and even giant freshwater fish are being caught frequently.

As the news spread, more and more people came to the water to try their luck, resulting in a large number of fishing boats scattered around the area.

Although there are many fishing boats, very few dare to venture deep into the marshland; at most, they only dare to linger along the boundary line.

It was noon, and most people were resting on their boats, eating some dry food to replenish their energy, since fishing is hard work.

At that very moment, right where the fog met the clouds, many people noticed a small boat approaching rapidly at an extremely high speed.

As it approached the edge of the fog, just when everyone thought it would slowly come to a stop.

Instead, the boat accelerated, plunging straight into the misty depths of the swamp like an arrow, without stopping or hesitating.

Has he gone mad? This action immediately caused a stir.

"Whose general is this, that he is so brave?"