Martial Arts Awakening, Bloodfire Fist Master

Three days later.

Zhang Dagui walked in from outside, one hand clamped between boards and the other carrying a basket of vegetables.

Zhang Qingshan quickly went over to take it.

Zhang Dagui dodged to the side: "You're a man destined for great things, how could you do these things? Hurry up and go cultivate."

With a sigh:

"You still need a big enough fist. Look at those Rong family servants who beat me. I heard they weren't smug for long before they were all slaughtered that very night. Sigh, this society, it's not just us villagers, even wealthy and powerful lords like the Rong family can have their day when disaster strikes."

After saying that, he thought for a moment and said, "Pah, serves him right, karma, huh, I'll wait for those guys who beat up your second uncle to get their comeuppance too."

He hesitated for a moment, then looked nervously at Zhang Qingshan.

"Son, you promised us you wouldn't lay a hand on them. They're big shots from the mountain gangs. We're just a small family, we shouldn't get involved. Anyway, I think I've figured it out. They'll eventually run into trouble. To use a phrase from a play, what's it called again..."

Zhang Ergui, who was lying in the sun on the other side, touched his chest, felt a sharp pain, and then laughed as he continued:

"It's called... watching them build tall buildings and waiting for them to collapse. Qingshan, you mustn't act like those 'madmen' in the plays. You're our family's only son, and we're waiting for you to carry on the family line."

At this moment, he was in relatively good spirits. Although he had been beaten, Zhang Qingshan had found a doctor from the city and was willing to use good medicine.

Over the past three days, although I still experience cramping and difficulty exerting myself, I am clearly getting better every day.

In particular, hearing the news of the Rong family's massacre made him feel somewhat relieved.

"Yes, your second uncle is right. Don't hold a grudge. It's not surprising to suffer a little. Let's just keep to ourselves and live our own lives behind closed doors."

Zhang Qingshan didn't refute, but smiled at his second uncle and winked.

"Second Uncle, I heard someone introduced you to a wife. It might not be long before I have an aunt. You can work hard to have more children. When you're forty, it's time to really make your mark."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ergui blushed and became quite uncomfortable.

He then muttered to himself, "Given my condition, what woman would be interested in me?"

Zhang Qingshan smiled, and seeing that his father had also started teasing his second uncle, he stopped talking and began to practice his boxing seriously.

With his nephew, his second uncle will gradually realize that his conditions are actually quite good.

[...Deep in the countryside, smelling the fresh scent of the soil, the Water Soft Fist's understanding of the technique deepens, and a flash of inspiration brings forth new variations in its continuous movements...]

[A surge of emotion welled up within Shui Rouquan, a profound connection to nature and family. All things are interconnected. The next moment, Shui Rouquan's fourth form, the Penetrating Strike, reached its peak... Shui Rouquan felt the powerful energy throughout his body flow more freely, entering the fifth level of martial arts, the Power Stream Stage. With just a thought, power could erupt from the root, unleashing a devastating punch—faster, smoother, and more powerful!]

[Shui Rouquan sighed. Three days, three days... and finally a breakthrough. If he had continued his killing spree three days ago, he might have already mastered the fifth form. Thinking about it, he felt a little regretful. There were still quite a few names on his notebook that he hadn't crossed off. It wasn't time to relax yet. Shui Rouquan continued to comprehend the next three forms without stopping.]

Joy welled up in my heart; it was another physical elevation that moved and delighted me.

The flesh and blood are adjusting, the bones are trembling, the body is becoming more biomechanically compliant and more resilient, and the body is slightly taller, leaning towards the golden ratio.

The powerful and fierce strength of a level four martial artist has become more refined, and the power flows more freely within the body.

With each punch, he can effortlessly unleash the full force of his body.

Even if breathing is disordered, mind is unsettled, attention is diverted, and posture is incorrect, the body can still instinctively unleash powerful and fierce force without problems such as scattered power or shortness of breath.

It felt like my whole body was connected, and even the smallest muscles and bones were more adapted to the flow of powerful energy.

In addition, there is an increase in strength.

The tenth level of martial arts is also known as the tenth level of divine power. This realm focuses on cultivating strength and mastering the changes in basic power. It is also the starting point of martial arts power.

Therefore, each level of advancement involves not only changes in the characteristics of power circulation, but also a direct increase in power.

The strength increase from level four to level five is much greater than the increase from level three to level four, directly increasing from a thousand jin of strength to a thousand five hundred jin.

Proportionally, it's an improvement of 50%. The difference in strength, the smoothness and efficiency of exertion, the improvement in physical instincts, and so on—in all aspects, a level 5 martial artist completely crushes a level 4 martial artist.

"Bang!"

Zhang Qingshan opened his hanging palm first, then suddenly squeezed it. Without even putting any force into his posture, he simply squeezed it, and a loud crack was produced.

This is the power of unimpeded flow: fierceness arises from unobstructed movement, great force from ease, and rage transforms into freedom.

With such strength, one could become a minor leader or altar master within the gang, enough to suppress the interests of a region.

Zhang Qingshan recalled that he had once caught a glimpse of the leader of the Qingshui Gang at the Qingshui Wharf, but he didn't know whether the other party was a level 5 Tongli or a level 6 Anli.

And the leader of the Mountain Forest Gang that day, he still posed a strong threat at the time.

[Host: Zhang Qingshan]

[Realm: Martial Artist Level 5 (Mastery)]

[Talent: Chaos Enchantment]

[Spirit Enhancement Slot: Water Soft Fist]

[Backup materials: "Mighty Fist" and "Wave-Swept Stance Kung Fu"]

I browsed through the system panel; it was still as simple as ever, nothing new or exciting.

The road ahead is much the same as before.

It's about understanding the remaining three forms of the Water Soft Fist.

Looking back at what my sixth senior brother said, the sixth level of dark power realm for martial artists is very crucial.

It is the integration and transformation of the scattered, coarse, great, rigid, and dry forces mentioned earlier; it is a transformation from the grand to the subtle; it is the sublimation of the previous five levels.

Simultaneously.

Hidden power is the beginning and foundation of later strength; it is the foundation and the sprout.

In short, the sixth level of Dark Force plays a pivotal role in the qualitative change of a martial artist's power application, serving as a bridge between the past and the future.

The so-called hidden power refers to the more subtle control over power that a level 5 martial artist can easily exert by circulating it freely.

Not only do you not need to assume a power-generating posture, but you can generate great power without any posture at all.

For example, Zhang Qingshan's Tongli (通力) just now required a sudden clench of his hand, but Anli (暗力) doesn't require this action. It only requires a mental push, and the power can be released from the flesh and blood.

Its power is even more silent and stealthy, making it impossible to defend against.

However, according to what my sixth senior brother mentioned at the time, even if one reaches the sixth level of dark power, this power cannot be used at will.

Each burst of energy requires mental effort, and the silent power that gathers and is unleashed within the body puts pressure on the flesh and bones. Exceeding the limit of its use can also harm the individual.

Judging from these analyses, it seems that Zhang Qingshan knows a lot about the realm of dark energy.

In reality, he was merely relaying his sixth senior brother's description; he was only partially enlightened.

Fortunately, it's okay; mature martial arts skills can be developed by finding the answers on their own.

[The Water Soft Fist first recalls the last three forms: Undercurrent, Whirlpool, and Cliffside. Instincts rise within, and based on the foundation of unified power, one perceives power as an undercurrent, as a whirlpool, constantly kneading and taming the power within the flesh and blood. Ultimately, one can achieve both subtle control and the ability to condense it into a hidden current that silently pierces through the cliff face.]

A flash of inspiration struck, and the Water Soft Fist's mastery of the Submerged Flow style improved...

With the silver sponsored by Rong Yuanwai, Zhang Qingshan was not short of food for the time being.

I'll stay home and stay safe for a few days.

Based on what has happened in the past three days, it seems that no one doubts him.

Or, even if someone suspects you, they will exclude you after an investigation.

Just yesterday, Zhang Youcai's son, Zhang Feng, also returned to Zhangjia Village from the martial arts school, and it seems he even secretly visited the neighbor Da Long's family.

I should confirm once again that I did not have the time to commit the crime.

He wasn't in a hurry to return to the martial arts school. This time, he planned to stay in Zhangjia Village, then return to the city and become an inner disciple, becoming a true member of the martial arts school before the malicious individuals could react.

At that time, regardless of what others thought, I would never dare to touch myself in the short term, and I could better settle my family.

Zhang Qingshan also understood that no matter how much the outside world slandered Qinghe Martial Arts School, it was all worthwhile.

But as long as Master Ji is still alive, no one dares to make a move.