After finishing the kata, he felt that his blood flowed better and faster than before as if it was burning.
Peh! Peh!
At the same time, the beat coming from his left eye became even more obvious.
Zhao Feng closed his eyes, and his consciousness fell into a pitch-black dimension.
At the center of the dimension, there was a faint green light.
At first, the faint green light had a radius of around sixty cm and was quite faint.
Now, the area and brightness of the faint green light seemed to have increased.
"Could it be? Is the eye's abilities directly linked to my own strength?" Zhao Feng guessed happily.
The changes in his left eye gave him the chance to change his destiny. First, it had let him beat Zhao Kun, and secondly, when he practiced his moves, they had become super smooth.
"Again!" Zhao Feng eyes sharpened as he started to practice Flaming Metal Fist again.
Hu Hu Hu…
Zhao Feng's movement speed became faster and faster, and the moves started to perfectly link with one another.
After practicing it for the third time, his speed had already become twice as fast as before, and the damage had also increased greatly.
Through his breathing, he felt his blood circulate better, and the parts of his body that could not be toughened before had also started to become stronger.
"At this speed, I will just need a few more days to break through to the second rank of the Martial Path."
Zhao Feng felt that his improvements were very obvious.
He practiced until night and then wiped his sweat and headed back towards his home. After arriving home, he still was thinking about the changes in his left eye.
To continue my bloodline of the Eye, you will rule everyone, control every race. You are a lucky youngster; do not disappoint me…
He remembered the voice that came from the pitch-black dimension before he fainted.
"This eye might have come from an ancient god-like existence, and in an accident, merged with my own eye," Zhao Feng assumed.
Even at night, when he opened his eye, he could still see everything outside. The darkness of night had almost zero influence on him now. His eye could still see the birds a few kilometers away.
Zhao Feng lay on his bed that night and felt his left eye releasing sizzling pulses of heat, which merged with his blood.
Under this weird feeling, Zhao Feng fell asleep.
The next morning...
Zhao Feng woke up, stretched his four limbs and went to practice in the small courtyard.
This yard is too old, and the environment is bad. When I am stronger, I am definitely going to let my parents live inside a big yard, Zhao Feng thought in his heart.
Quickly, he began to practice the thirty-two moves of the Flaming Metal Fist.
Hu Hu Hu…
The fists carried the wind and now contained extreme power. As soon as he threw a few punches, he felt that something was wrong.
Between each breath, his blood was raging and gave off an aura of power, every punch now contained at least 200-250 kg of force.
"What!"
Zhao Feng was shocked, and his two fists blurred into two patches of red light.
Ka Ka Ka!
One of the punches hit the big tree in front of him, and a branch as thick as a fist snapped into pieces.
"No! This is not the power of a first rank, could it be…" Zhao Feng's heart jumped.
To prove his theory, he took a deep breath and put all of his power into one stomp.
Peh!
The ground shook, and the layers of earth crumbled, leaving Zhao Feng's footprint two cm deep into the hard-packed ground.
His expression turned happy as one of his palms hit a stone that was at least thirty kg, and broke it into pieces.
This kind of power wasn't something that the first rank of the Martial Path could have.
"Second rank of the Martial Path…I've broken through to the second rank of the Martial Path!" Zhao Feng closed his eyes and began to feel the power coursing through his body.
He had thought that breaking through to the second rank would at least take a few days, but hadn't realized that he had broken through after just one night's sleep.
His consciousness went inside his left eye, and there Zhao Feng found that the faint green light now extended from around sixty cm to sixty-seven cm.
He felt that his energy was better than before and that it also had different changes, which could not be explained…
Chapter 04 – Zhao Yijian
"After breaking through to the second rank of the Martial Path, I won't be at the bottom anymore, and I'll also have the right to participate in the Family Sparring Contest." Zhao Feng was very excited but soon calmed down.
The Martial Path had nine ranks, and every rank was harder to achieve than the previous one, similar to a pyramid.
Everyone knew that the first three ranks were known as the Body Ranks. Cultivators at this stage were also known as Martial Learners!
Martial Learners used force to strengthen their bodies to provide a strong foundation for later realms.
Although Martial Learners were very low, as they had just entered the gateway of Martial Arts, to cultivate to the peak of the third rank was not to be looked down upon. One would have at least 400 kg of strength, and those born with better talent could even have over 500 kg of strength! They could rip apart tigers and destroy bears with their bare hands.
Although Zhao Feng had only broken through to the second rank, he had 250-300 kg of strength, which was well beyond the capabilities of normal people. If it were accompanied by strong martial skills, dozens of normal people wouldn't be able to stop him.
If I can reach the third rank of the Martial Path, and have 350-400 kg of strength, my overall strength will at least double, Zhao Feng thought in his heart.
Of course, the thing that he yearned for was the fourth rank of the Martial Path.
The fourth thru sixth ranks of the Martial Path were known as the Accumulation Ranks. Students at that level were also known as Martial Artists!
After entering this realm, the Martial Artist wouldn't just have a strong body and blood. They could also strengthen their organs and use the power of Inner strength, which surpassed that of pure muscle attacks. Once they reached Martial Artist, they would leave the realm of mundane people and enter a higher level.
Back at Green Leaf Village, Zhao Feng had the urge to become a true Martial Artist, and entering the Zhao sect had made this dream come one step closer.
After he entered the second rank of the Martial Path, Zhao Feng immediately told his parents.
Second rank of the Martial Path?
His father Zhao Tianyang and his mother Zhao Shi were both surprised, but let out deep breaths of relief.
As Zhao Feng was able to reach the second rank at his age without the use of outside help, his talent could be said to be truly above average.
"All you have to do for the next two months is to prepare for the Family Sparring Contest. We do not need you to do extremely well, just do not lose face." Zhao Tianyang revealed a happy smile.
His mother Zhao Shi also had a pleased smile. For Zhao Feng to reach this step, they were both very pleased and did not have higher expectations.
However, Zhao Feng's goals weren't restricted to just this. He wanted to become a true Martial Artist, maybe even reach the pinnacle of Martial Arts!
After breaking through to the second rank, my status within the sect is now higher, and I have the right to enter the first floor of the Martial Arts Library. The sect's Martial Arts Library contained many different martial arts skills. Thinking about this, Zhao Feng immediately headed for the Martial Arts Library.
"Brother Feng!"
Halfway, a slightly shocked voice from a girl stopped him.
The young girl's voice had a familiar sound and felt comfortable t
o listen to.
Zhao Feng's body turned stiff, as a boy and girl close to his own age approached from the side.
The boy was purple clothed, had thick eyebrows, with a tall, straight back and sharp eyes. His cultivation had reached the peak of the third rank, and the other disciples around him could feel the pressure he emitted.
"He is the sects third ranking outer disciple Zhao Yijian!" the people around them exclaimed, with faces full of worry and fear.
The girl that came with Zhao Yijian was a young woman wearing white. She had a clear and beautiful face.
"Little Sister Xue." Zhao Feng looked at the white-clothed girl and his mouth subconsciously curled into a mocking smile.
The girl in front of him was the one who entered the sect with him half a year ago, Zhao Xue.
Back at Green Leaf Village, Zhao Xue was a huge fan of his. However, after they entered the Zhao sect they became distant from one another, and they were almost total strangers now.
After Zhao Xue entered the Zhao sect, she quickly became good friends with Zhao Yijian using her beauty, who was ranked third out of the outer disciples, and then, by using her connections, she had achieved the second rank of the Martial Path half a month ago.
At this moment, Zhao Xue said something to Zhao Yijian.
"Ok, but just do not take too long." Zhao Yijian nodded his head and leaned aside, not even bothering to look at Zhao Feng.
Zhao Xue walked in front of Zhao Feng and, in a complex manner, and with a little sigh, said, "Brother Feng, you have finally broken through to the second rank. However, Xue'er is going to give you some advice, do not be too stubborn. After entering the sect, I have realized that the place we started at is too low compared to the people here."
"What do you want to say?" Zhao Feng broke off her sentence and responded with a cold face.
Zhao Xue had a bit of anger of her face, but she still bit her teeth and said, "Brother Feng, Xue'er is going to advise you one more time, go to brother Yijian and pledge yourself to him. With his help, only then will you merge with the main Zhao sect, that way you can avoid problems…"
Pledge? Zhao Feng laughed coldly. He wouldn't pledge to anyone in his whole life.
Zhao Yijian had a cold aura and was extremely arrogant. Every time he saw Zhao Feng, it was with his nose in the air, as if he was too high up to bother with Feng.
Seeing Zhao Feng's expression, Zhao Xue immediately knew his answer. They grew up together, so she understood Zhao Feng very well.
Zhao Xue walked back to Zhao Yijian's side and murmured something.
"Hmph! He doesn't know what's good for him, this useless garbage," Zhao Yijian said in a cold voice.
"Useless garbage?" Zhao Feng's brow furrowed.
Maybe it because he saw Zhao Feng so unwilling, but Zhao Yijian paused and coldly said, "I've heard that you're the genius of Green Leaf village? However, at the Zhao sect, you're just a little bug! We'll meet at the Family Sparring contest, and I'll beat you in just one move."
"Just like what I would say, we'll meet at the contest," Zhao Feng spat back bitterly and then turned towards the Martial Arts Library.
He didn't want to keep on talking. They were bound to fight two months later, and the one with greater strength would win.
As Zhao Xue's gaze passed by Zhao Feng, it flashed ever so slightly. At this point, she felt a strange feeling from Zhao Feng, a feeling that she couldn't understand.
"He sure thinks he's good," Zhao Yijian snorted. He didn't even think of Zhao Feng as a serious opponent!
Among the sects outer disciples, those that had entered the third rank of the Martial Path didn't exceed sixty people, and to rank third out of these; it could be seen that Yijian had some great skills up his sleeves.
Zhao Xue gave off a deep sigh in her heart, Zhao Feng was just finding trouble for himself.
Zhao Xue understood Zhao Yijian's strength very well. Some of the third ranks couldn't even block one move of his.
After a short while, Zhao Feng came to one of the sect's most important grounds, the Martial Arts Library. Therefore, it had elders guarding it.
"Branch disciple?" The white-clothed elder inside the Martial Arts Library looked at Zhao Feng's identity plate and furrowed his brow.
"Great elder." Zhao Feng had a polite face on; he knew the elder's strength.
From his left eye, he felt a mysterious force coming from the elder. It was a layer of red aura between his blood and skin, but constantly moving through his veins, and could erupt at any time. It could also attack through the air and crush metal into powder.
Zhao Feng knew that the white-clothed elder had already cultivated his inner strength, his chi, to a high degree, and could destroy a hundred Fengs in an instant. Only those that were at the fourth rank of the Martial Path or higher could have chi!
Zhao Xue, Zhao Kun, were Martial Learners who wouldn't have chi!
Zhao Feng bowed and said, "Elder, I want to go into the second floor of the library."
"Achieving the second rank at fourteen years of age is average. However, before you become an inner disciple, I must tell you that branch disciples and main disciples have different treatments in the library," the white-robed elder said.
When Zhao Feng heard this, he paused a second, but then thought about the new rules of the sect and immediately understood. "Elder, please go on."
Zhao Feng knew that before having absolute power, he didn't have any right to discuss the rules.
The white-clothed elder said with an expressionless face, "Those with the second rank of the martial path can only enter the first floor of the library. The first floor of the library has a lot of low ranked martial arts, and a few middle ranked ones. Main sect disciples can choose two middle ranked martial arts, or four low ranked martial arts at most, and the limit for borrowing these is two months. Side branch disciples can only choose one middle ranked martial art, or two low ranked martial arts, and the time limit is one month."
After listening to the rules, Zhao Feng took a deep breath and said, "This junior understands."
The branch disciples had only half the quantity and time of the main branch disciples.
"Ok! You can go in now, but the time limit is half an hour."
Under the white-robed elder's guidance, Zhao Feng slowly stepped into the Martial Arts Library, a place he'd dreamed of coming to…
Chapter 05 – Choosing Martial Arts Skills, Part One
The Martial Arts Library was an important ground in the sect; it had collections of different martial skills gathered over hundreds of years. They were used to help those of later generations, hoping that they could expand the family.
Usually, a sect's number and quality of martial arts determined how strong the sect would be. Zhao Feng remembered that at the Green Leaf village Zhao family, there was no Martial Art Library.
The library was divided into three floors.
On the first floor, there was a lot of martial arts, but most of them were low ranked, with a few middle ranked ones there as well.
The second floor apparently had the sect's secret and traditional techniques. Most of them were of high rank; there were even some peak ranked ones there! However, to enter the second-floor one needed one to be at least at the fourth rank of the Martial Path.
And the third floor was just a rumor, as it had never been publicly opened…
For Zhao Feng, the second and third floors were just too far away, even the first floor's martial arts were something that he yearned for.
He had no background in the sect, and a person with no background or exceptional talent could not access higher ranked martial arts. The Flaming Metal Fists he had was only a core rank martial art, and so was even weaker than a low ranked martial art.
However, after breaking through to the second rank of the Martial path, he had the right to enter the first floor and choose a martial art.
"The Zhao sect, it is no wonder that it is on
e of the three big families of Sun Feather city, riding on top of several hundred other families."
Zhao Feng stepped into the first floor, his breathing quickening. He could see a few other Zhao disciples, but all of them were using their time to choose their own martial art skills.
According to the rules, those that entered the library only had half an hour to select skills. So everyone that entered here didn't waste any time.
"I've got half an hour and I need to choose a middle-rank martial art, or two low ranked martial arts." Zhao Feng took a deep breath and scanned the bookshelves.
The first floor of the library had several thousand books, and every book was two cm thick. To find one or two martial arts among such a high number was not easy.
"Rock Breaking Palm, Angered Dragon Fist, Leaf Picking Sword, Wind-like Foot…" Different kinds of martial art skills made Zhao Feng's eyes turn colorful.
Shuah! Shuah! Zhao Feng flipped the pages of these martial art skills quickly to the first page. These martial arts usually had their summaries on the first page.
Crazy Wing Blade Blade, like the wind, powerful like lightning, uses speed to win. Minimum requirement first rank of the Martial Path, to train this skill is average difficulty. Rank: Low.
Angered Dragon Fists, can increase the strength of the cultivator, and can put all power into one attack. The minimum requirement is the second rank of the Martial Path, and to train this skill is quite hard. Rank: Peak of the middle rank.
Wind-like Foot: a close combat skill which uses speed to win. When trained to the fullest potential, it can fight against many people and not lose. Minimum requirements first rank of the Martial Path, but high difficulty. Rank: Middle.
Metal Sand. Increases the defense of the body. Under full activation can go head to head with same rank opponent. Someone who can train it to a high level can use their body to defend against swords and blades. Minimum requirements second rank of the Martial Path and needs high willpower. Rank: Middle.
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