Chapter 11 sMassin Martial Arts Breakthrough (2/2)

Having emptied a ridiculous amount of alcohol beverage, Fell was drunk for the first time. Satisfied from fighting to his fill, and happy from being recognized by all. He enjoyed his tipsy state and emptied his heart, feasting and drinking with his new brothers.

Late in the night, the party was still going. Except, all fighters from the Mortal Rank were already dead drunk, leaving behind only those Hardening users. Having trained their body to a point where alcohol wasn't too toxic for them.

Fell excused himself before leaving the party, eclipsing himself from the drinking contest they started.

Staggering thought the ugly construct, he made his way to the room Sifiso gave him. The barracks soon appearing in front of his dazed eyes.

Finding his room, he quickly threw himself in his bed. His body tired but his mind satisfied, he swiftly fell into a deep sleep.

The sun gradually appeared in the sky, slowly washing New Casablanca shady night. Fell woke up during dawn, he was particularly refreshed from last night's sleep.

He left his room and found a calm spot near the barrack. Fell started his cultivation, he began with the Massin Family martial art.

Standing under a tree, he gradually fell into a focused state. Repeating the stances one after the other, he started forgetting everything.

His arms were rotating like windmills, his leg stomps left a deep footprint on the solid earth. He soon fell in a trance, his only thoughts revolved around the soft and hard moves.

Some stances made him as slow as a snail while others were so fast that weird shadow appeared around him, giving the impression to others that he had more than just two arms.

Lost in his training, he didn't even notice the ridiculous amount of sweat his body was evacuating. His back was drenched, and a huge puddle assembled under his steps.

He was using all of last night's gains to better himself, repeating the stances over and over. He started making changes to the stance, some of the moves that felt awkward were gradually being changed.

He was changing the Massin Family martial art, making it more suitable for his own fighting style. Gradually a transformation started happening. His eyebrows were relaxed, his moves flowing like water.

He even added some of his own moves into the stances. His legs stomping savagely on the ground, his back muscles squirming under his shirt. He was tapping into his body's potential, unearthing all the accumulation coming from his training with Anzar.

His muscles soon started moving, gently contracting in a peculiar rhythm. His veins were squirming, giving off the impression that he had thousands of worms under his skin. Taking excessively deep and powerful long breaths, his lungs turning the air around him into a vacuum. He exhaled and punched in front of him, shaking off huge amounts of sweat on the earth.

Lost in his inspiration, he slowly started breaking through his martial art technique. The Massin Family martial art's low success was just a single line away, only needing a single step to achieve it.

He stayed in the same state for an unknown period, his comprehension of martial art lacking only a little bit to achieve a breakthrough.

Before long, he threw his last punch. It was a straight, the same one he used against Ural. Taking a step in, imitating an exceptionally fast rotation from his ankle. All of his joints synchronizing and linking all of his muscles strength, he mixed the concept of hard and soft coming from the Massin Clan martial art into this punch.

An incredible change happened, feeling as if thousands of joints were added to his body. Fell swiftly linking every single one of them with a rotation, before unleashing a devastating straight in front of him.

His fist disappeared, ending his training. Half a breath later, the sound of an explosion came from Fell's body. He had truly made a breakthrough; his punch was so fast it broke the sound barrier, achieving sonic speed!