Holy Fist
Chapter 270 - 140 Deep Red, let me see the limits of this Cultivation Technique!_2

Chapter 270: 140 Deep Red, let me see the limits of this Cultivation Technique!_2

By the edge of a pond, behind a large tree.

Wei Gang, who had hurried over, asked with a flashlight in hand.

However, the response he received was a loud sound of metal shattering.

Ding, bang!!!

The alloy pile embedded in the cliff had actually been burst by a punch.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The shards, like heavenly maidens scattering blossoms, flew in all directions. Their shooting speed was like that of bullets, seemingly still carrying the terrifying power of that punch.

Bang!

A piece, the size of a fist, violently pierced through the tree in front of Wei Gang, bringing forth a stream of yellow wood chips akin to water. Subsequently, it fiercely struck Wei Gang, suddenly producing a sound as loud as a great bell.

Wei Gang’s eyes widened in shock, and he instantly stepped back three paces.

Almost bumping into another Fierce Bird Sect Disciple.

He stopped his footsteps, his blood surging, and looked at the smoking black hole on the tree before him, then glanced at the trace of blood on his own chest.

For a moment, he was silent, unable to speak for a long time.

A shattered piece, after piercing through an obstacle, could still injure him! Even if he was hurt and not in good condition, even if it was just a slight skin break, that was extremely exaggerated. Wei Gang was a practitioner of the Hard Skill!

If he was like this, what about the others?

"The person by the waterfall is a Martial Artist!?"

At this moment, that was the only thought in Wei Gang’s mind.

Waterfall area.

Bai Xiao’s action of forcefully swinging his fist was fixed, and he did not move at all.

Because, the force really fucking surged out of his body!

A howling sharpness burst forth from his body, rigidly blasting a human-sized piece of alloy into fragments. Even the cascading waterfall was momentarily halted, forming a small void.

Not until all the force gushing out from Bai Xiao’s body had disappeared did it settle down.

Sigh! Heave!

His chest rose high and then heavily fell.

The white hot air streams on both sides of his nostrils writhed like thin snakes.

Bai Xiao slowly steadied himself, completely relaxed like never before.

In one day, he had broken through to the Breaker Third Stage and mastered the force.

At this moment, his realm was no less than any Core Disciple. His combat power was far superior, ten or even nine times stronger than the average Core Disciple!

And yet, that was not enough.

Bai Xiao still had thirty-eight Potential Points left unused!

He wanted to see, after this improvement...

If he could really measure up to a Martial Artist.

"Who are you really!?"

From not far away, the outskirts of the pond, Wei Gang’s voice could be heard calling out.

Wei Gang stood at the edge, the surrounding ground riddled with mud pits, clearly caused by the scattered metal shards.

His gaze looked forward, his eyes wary and grave.

From within the dense white mist there, a tall figure slowly emerged.

It turned out to be a face very familiar to Wei Gang.

"Bai Xiao!?" he exclaimed.

"Senior brother, it’s me."

Bai Xiao walked over quickly, seeming unusually relaxed.

"You? The sound just now from the waterfall was you!?"

Wei Gang found it hard to believe.

"It was me, there should be no one else around."

Bai Xiao stopped in his tracks.

"Then just now, the flying shards, was that your doing?"

Wei Gang still found it hard to believe.

"Yes," Bai Xiao nodded, "Senior brother, what’s wrong?"

"..."

Wei Gang fell silent, one hand covering his chest, not knowing whether to block the bleeding spot or to hold onto his heart. With his face askew, his eyes somewhat vacant, he appeared utterly bewildered as if struck by a profound shock.

"What’s wrong, senior brother? Are you okay?"

Bai Xiao asked somewhat puzzled.

"I... I’m actually okay..."

Wei Gang still seemed detached, his lips mechanically moving up and down.

...

At eight o’clock in the evening, Bai Xiao returned to the dojo at the Fierce Bird Sect Headquarters.

He had just walked back with his third senior brother, chatting idly for a while. However, Wei Gang appeared absent-minded, and Bai Xiao gradually came to understand, advising his senior brother to go rest well and recuperate his spirits.

As for him, it was time to begin the second round of improvements.

Without much hesitation, Bai Xiao chose the cultivation technique he wanted to upgrade.

[Skill: Ten Fists Sword Second Layer (15/800)]+

[Skill: Lion Heart Fist First Layer (116/400)]+

This time, the Copper Statue Technique was not chosen. Since he already possessed the Hundred Python Swallowing Elephant for defense, even enhancing the Copper Statue Technique would be merely icing on the cake. What Bai Xiao urgently desired now was a formidable attacking capability.

The conditions for upgrading the Ten Fists Sword to the final layer had just been met.

Lion Heart Fist also had a special exotic heart that could be consumed.

Naturally, Bai Xiao chose to maximize the benefits.

Dojo, martial arts practice area.

A Mystic Iron Sand Pot, much larger than usual, was placed over a stove.

Intense flames burned, blazing beneath the pot.

Causing the area of iron beneath it to glow red, the air slightly distorted.

Inside the pot, each grain of dense, round iron sand radiated high temperatures. Standing beside it, Bai Xiao’s forehead began to bead with sweat.

He slowly adjusted his breathing, bringing himself to an optimal state.

Drawing a deep breath, he raised his hands.

Braving the scorching heat, his thick palms plunged into the pot like swords, stirring noisily as they scraped against the edge of the pot.

Bai Xiao was undaunted by the fierce invasion of fiery poison.

He stared straight ahead.

"Dark Red!"

"Enhance the Ten Fists Sword, let me see the limits of this cultivation technique!!!"

Instantly, his focus converged on the red plus sign in the skill bar.

[Dark Red Modifier]

[Potential Points: 22]

In an instant, the numbers rapidly decreased as sixteen potential points were depleted, all transformed into mystical energy infused into the cultivation technique.

Suddenly, the Ten Fists Sword was obscured by blurring steam.

After a moment, his vision cleared.

Notifications flickered before his eyes.

[Your Profession ’Martial Artist,’ Experience +90!]

[Your Skill ’Ten Fists Sword Second Layer,’ Experience +800!]

[Skill ’Ten Fists Sword Second Layer’ upgraded to ’Third Layer’!]

[Skill: Ten Fists Sword Third Layer (∞/∞)]

Bai Xiao closed his eyes, a wealth of information surging, his understanding of the Ten Fists Sword cultivation technique reached its peak, as if he had trained for decades.

Suddenly, inside the pot.

At the spot where Bai Xiao’s hands were inserted, massive bubbles emerged as the iron sand boiled and churned furiously, with something sharp seemingly flowing between the gaps.

Vibrations, constant vibrations.

After who knows how long, with a loud bang!

The iron sand exploded, scattering like raindrops. The thick Mystic Iron pot, crafted from solid Mystic Iron, was pierced in an instant by ten sharp streaks of sword qi, shattered to pieces.

The residual force of the sword qi did not diminish, brutally penetrating the ground.

Creating a row of smooth, deep pits.

Its power, immensely shocking!

Bai Xiao slowly raised his hands, his palms appearing metallic. Under the moonlight, they shimmered silver, like a pair of thoroughly tempered divine weapons.

"Ten Fists Sword!"

His hands instantly traced a cross slash mark through the air.

Startling sharpness swept out, carving rows of marks on the cement floor.

Smooth and effortless, as if slicing through tofu.

"What a Ten Fists Sword!"

Bai Xiao admired the destruction he caused.

[Hardness Enhancement Level 3]

[Sharpness Enhancement Level 3]

[Sword Energy Enhancement Level 2]

Ten minutes passed.

He treated his hands with a special medicinal solution and took a brief rest.

Soon after, he appeared in a small, secret room.

Various medicinal ingredients had been personally prepared by Chen Liao, ready for use.

Bai Xiao sat cross-legged, surrounded by wisps of grey Concentration Incense.

He closed his eyes to meditate, tuning his state to the optimum.

At a certain moment, his eyes suddenly shot open. Bai Xiao grabbed a huge thermos, the size of a thigh, opened the lid, and instantly a pungent medicinal scent assaulted him, almost nauseating.

But he calmed down and quickly drank it.

A lump of extremely viscous solid-liquid mixture, black as mud from the bottom of a pond, moved weirdly as it slid down his throat, swallowed by Bai Xiao. Instantly, the essence of dozens of lion hearts transformed into terrifying heat that burst in his stomach, sweeping through every corner of his body.

[Your Profession ’Martial Artist,’ Experience +70!]

[Your Skill ’Lion Heart Fist First Layer,’ Experience +300!]

[Skill ’Lion Heart Fist First Layer’ upgraded to ’Second Layer’!]

[Skill: Lion Heart Fist Second Layer (16/800)]+