Chapter 6 - Causing the Dispute (1/2)

Proofread by Nie Qiao

In the mountain behind Mukden County is a stretch of tranquil forest which is close to babbling creeks and rolling hills. When the sun rises, the whole woodland is shrouded in hazy mist and fog, attractive and alluring.

Now, facing the rising sun, a youngster is tirelessly brandishing fists, practicing martial skills with wind whistling around him. The young boy has a calm face, and his movements are like the most sophisticated manipulation of machines. Even those who do not know martial arts can see that the young boy’s boxing style is simply to bring the martial arts to the top without any flaws.

“The seventh pattern of Jingang Fist: Breaking the rock and frightening the heaven!”

Instantly, the young boy transforms his footwork, and swiftly approaches the tree which is as wide as a bowl. Following a deep shout, he lands his punch on the stem with his fist.

“Crack!”

Because of his punch, the green pine as wide as a bowl directly snaps off, with its falling crown raising a cloud of dust. As dust settles, the young figure slowly appears, yet without any dust touching his body.

“Hehe, well done! With the perfect mastery of the seventh pattern of Jingang Fist and achievement of the fourth level of NingYuan Realm, I, now, should also be counted as an expert!”

Taking a look at the snapped pine, Yuan Feng beams a satisfied smile.

Three days ago, he acquired the one millennial ginseng. Within the past three days, he has only eaten less than half part of it, which has enhanced him to the fourth level of NingYuan Realm. And the Qi of this level can sufficiently support his acquisition of the seventh pattern of Jingang Fist.

The seventh pattern of Jingang Fist can only be mastered by the second generation of Yuan clan. Nevertheless, he can actually master it at the fourth level of NingYuan Realm and even do better in terms of mental state and inspiration.

Of course, it is his meridians, another significant factor, that enable him to conduct this pattern on such a cultivation basis. As everyone knows, strong meridians of a body are the most crucial part of performing powerful martial skills. As a rule, a warrior of the fourth-level NingYuan Realm still has very weak meridians which will break if powerful martial skills are conducted. Consequently, even if a warrior has got strong skills by chance, he will be unlikely to carry them out.

However, Yuan Feng is different.

After he has eaten plenty of spiritual plants, especially the millennial ginseng, the tenacity of his meridians has probably surpassed that of most people, even the experts of the eighth or ninth level of NingYuan Realm. As for this advantage, no one can match.

“Then try the swordsmanship. Extremely fierce as Jingang Fist is, it cannot rival with a sharp blade when it comes to lethality.”

Flexing his wrist, he lightly stamps the earth, then carries out The Footwork of Flying Dragon. Immediately, his figure arrives at the adjacent open area where erects a prepared long sword. When Yuan Feng waves his hand, the sword automatically flies to him.

“Clang!”

As the sword is drawn out of its sheath, his whole being and the sharp weapon instantly become one. In his mind, the former nine patterns of Fufeng Swordsmanship flash across one by one. Fufeng Swordsmanship is composed of 12 patterns. Each pattern has 36 varieties. All the information comes across his mind fleetingly. He slightly moves his steps, brandishing his sword so quickly that it has become invisible and glimmers with a grim light in this small clearing.

He has practiced this swordsmanship for countless times with the help of his martial spirit. The former eight patterns and the nearly three hundred changes have been stamped in his brain. And these days he has practiced the swordsmanship in his brain without a moment’s pause, which makes his understanding of sword ascend to an indescribable realm.

“The fifth pattern: Just like the breeze; the sixth pattern: light breeze passing people’s face; the seventh pattern: a whirlwind scattering wisps of clouds…”

A stroke after a stroke, his eyes are gleaming with light. With his waves of the long sword, the leaves shower down and are chopped into pieces before touching the earth. Thus, with Yuan Feng as its center, the area, which is a dozen meters wide, becomes a no man’s land.

“The eighth pattern of Fufeng Swordsmanship: Willow branches trembling in the wind!”

With a deep shout in his heart he fiercely stabs a sword. With a “Puff”an old tree has been pierced. With a quake of the sword, the pierced tree sways violently, meanwhile he has drawn out the sword.

“The ninth pattern of Fufeng Swordsmanship: ‘Winds slaying the world!'”

Drawing out his long sword, he transforms his footsteps, then loops the loop backwards, directly chopping at the crown of an old tree.

“Puff, puff, puff!”

With loud sounds, the crown of the tree becomes bare in the blink of an eye. Within the short time, Yuan Feng doesn’t know how many blows he has given so that the crown has been dismembered.

“Ah, the power of the swordsmanship is truly out of ordinary. However, it consumes too much Qi which, what’s worse, is deficient in my body. If I obstinately perform the ninth pattern of the swordsmanship now, I can be said to quench a thirst with poison.”

After he finishes the pattern, he stands with the sword buckled on and his chest undulating. Obviously, based on his cultivation realm—the fourth level of NingYuan Realm, he cannot wantonly carry out this pattern more or less.

Surely, it is only he who can do this. If another warrior of fourth-level NingYuan Realm performs the ninth pattern of Fufeng Swordsmanship instead, his meridians will probably break and his Qi be exhausted in a flash.