novellaaa Chapter 92 Martial Artist's Class Upgrade: Advancing to the Blood Condensation Realm
Chapter 92 Martial Artist's Class Upgrade: Advancing to the Blood Condensation Realm
Chapter 92 Martial Artist's Class Upgrade: Advancing to the Blood Condensation Realm
In the courtyard, after closing his eyes for a while, Qin Chuan finally started to move.
The opening move is a "tiger pounce".
His body suddenly shifted from extreme stillness to extreme motion. His toes gripped the ground, his knees snapped back, his waist and hips shot forward like a spring, his back opened and closed, and his whole body shot out like an arrow released from a bow, rushing into the void ahead.
It truly resembled a fierce tiger pouncing down from a cliff, exuding a chilling aura.
Liu Ding leaned against the door frame, watching this scene, his pupils slightly contracting.
This pounce reminded him of the tiger form his martial arts master had demonstrated to him years ago. It wasn't that the movements were similar, but rather the feeling that "this isn't a person practicing martial arts, this is a tiger hunting its prey." It was exactly the same feeling he had when his martial arts master demonstrated the essence of the tiger form to him years ago. Qin Chuan didn't stop. After finishing the first move, the second move followed immediately, all in one go, without any hesitation.
A crouching tiger stretches its back, a fierce tiger descends the mountain, a tiger roars through the forest, its tail sweeps the wind—
Every move was crisp and clean, without the slightest hesitation.
Each of his punches carried a deep, piercing sound, creating a powerful gust of wind that sent fallen leaves fluttering up from the corner of the courtyard.
The Tiger Form Twelve Forms, one after another, became faster and fiercer with each strike. Eventually, it was no longer him performing the punches, but rather the true essence of the Tiger Form that was guiding him.
The aura that Qin Chuan carried from his dream, the true meaning he had accumulated during his tiger transformation, grew and expanded with each move. As the twelve moves were about to be completed, the aura in his chest did not dissipate with the end of the moves; instead, it gathered and thickened, stuck in his throat, making him feel compelled to speak.
Then, he opened his mouth and roared, "Roar!"
Qin Chuan's roar was not a human voice, but a tiger's roar. Although it was not the kind of sound wave that could shatter the soul in the dream, it was still quite astonishing in reality.
The sound erupted from the courtyard, over the wall, and spread throughout the entire street.
The once quiet street instantly became lively.
First, the chickens in the neighboring yard started clucking and flapping their wings, flying around wildly. Then, someone's yellow dog started barking incessantly, its barking clearly filled with undisguised panic and fear.
Further away, the barking of dogs echoed from one street to another, as if it had been infected by something. The sound spread from the east street to the west street, and from the south alley to the north alley. One after another, the windows of the neighbors were opened, and sleepy-eyed heads were poked out. They looked at each other, wondering what had happened.
"What's that noise? Who's slaughtering a pig?"
"It's not a pig, it's a dog, isn't it? Judging by the noise—"
"Your dog barks like that? That's a tiger! There are tigers in the city!"
"Where did that tiger's roar come from? How could there be a tiger in the city?"
"Did they come down from the mountains outside the city? Quickly, hold the door shut!"
Some timid women had already called out to their husbands, and some children were so frightened that they cried loudly.
Several daring men picked up carrying poles and hoes and cautiously peered into the street, only to find the road empty and nothing there.
Qin Chuan finished his stance and stood still, his chest rising and falling slightly, and a thin layer of sweat appearing on his forehead.
He listened intently to the sounds of roosters crowing and dogs barking that echoed through the streets and alleys, and a slight smile unconsciously crept onto his lips.
This roar was far inferior to the one in my dream, but it still had a good effect.
Qin Chuan then brought up the panel and looked at the information that appeared on it.
[Skill training, job experience +8]
[Experience capped; Warrior class level increased]
[Upon reaching level 3 in the Warrior class, you will gain a new class skill: Copper Skin and Iron Bones]
[Occupation: Martial Artist]
[Level: lv2→lv3 (0/300)]
[Professional Skill: Blood Tempering and Body Strengthening, Iron Skin and Bones]
【Copper Skin and Iron Bones (Passive): Increases the strength of skin, flesh, tendons, and bones, improves defense against fist and foot strikes and blunt force injuries, and reduces the effect of sharp weapon cuts.】
Qin Chuan's gaze lingered on the words "copper skin and iron bones" for a moment. Before he could even think about the use of this new skill, a strange feeling surged up from his body. He felt a heat inside his body, not the soreness and heat of muscles after a fight, but a warm heat with a tingling sensation.
Qin Chuan subconsciously held his breath, carefully sensing the changes within his body.
The surging energy that had been flowing continuously during the Tiger Form practice did not subside with the end of the form. Instead, it seemed to be pulled by something, climbing up the waist and back, spreading down the shoulders to the arms, and sinking down the thighs to the soles of the feet.
Unlike before, the heat flow did not dissipate halfway through its journey. Instead, it formed a complete cycle within his body, rising from his lower abdomen, passing through his waist and hips, up his spine, dispersing into his limbs, and then returning from his limbs to flow back into his dantian.
Round and round it goes, endlessly, like a river whose channel has been dredged, with water flowing swiftly and ceaselessly.
Qin Chuan's heart skipped a beat.
Liu Ding's words echoed in his ears: "The key to the Blood Coagulation Realm is to be able to condense the scattered blood and qi in your body into a ball and let it flow along your muscles and bones. When you can feel the blood and qi circulating in your body on its own, repeating endlessly, then you can be considered to have entered the realm."
Exactly the same. The Blood Coagulation Realm that Liu Ding described was exactly the same as what he was feeling at this moment.
The Qi and blood circulate on their own, endlessly, without needing his deliberate guidance or active stimulation.
Qin Chuan subconsciously clenched his fist, then took a deep breath, moved his body at will, and threw a punch.
Qi and blood move first, and strength emerges along with that warm airflow.
The moment the fist pierced the air, a crisp crack resounded, "Crack!"
This sound was the "force" that only those at the Blood Coagulation Realm could produce.
Liu Ding, who was standing by the door, was still marveling at the tiger-shaped formation that Qin Chuan had just displayed, which made him feel as if he had seen the figure of an old friend.
Then, just a moment later, he heard the same sound again. Liu Ding also felt something was wrong. Why did this sound like the sound of a powerful explosion?
He slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on Qin Chuan's fist, then moving to Qin Chuan's face. "You—" Liu Ding opened his mouth, hesitating, "Your blood has clotted?"
"It should be." Qin Chuan raised his head, a slight smile playing on his lips, a hint of youthful smugness in his expression. "I felt something was off while I was practicing my punches earlier. My qi and blood circulated throughout my body and then returned on their own. Is this the feeling of cyclical movement you mentioned about the Blood Condensation Realm?"
"Yes, that's the feeling." Liu Ding nodded. "Your Qi and blood circulate smoothly, your strength penetrates your muscles and bones, and your punches can explode. You've crossed the threshold of the Blood Condensation Realm."
After saying this, he suddenly remembered the time it took him to enter the Blood Condensation Realm.
For a full six months, and during that time, he would get up before dawn to practice standing meditation until his legs trembled, and practice punching until he couldn't lift his arms. He would also be whipped by the martial arts master with a rattan cane, running all over the yard.
And yet, it still took so long.
But now, looking at this kid in front of me, how long has he been learning? No, we all have the same aptitude and talent, how come you're learning so fast?