Chapter 17: Breakthrough Before the Duel

  "I heard you beat up Feng Gu and them?" Mu Chengzhi asked at dinner time.

  Today's events shocked the entire Red Maple Town, and everyone was also greatly surprised by Mu Feng's stunning transformation. When Mu Chengzhi was asked about this matter, he didn't know anything at all until someone told him.

  "Hmm!" Mu Feng nodded, but his heart was somewhat uneasy and uncertain. What did Mu Chengzhi mean? Had the families of those who had been sealed in the valley come looking for them?

  "Not bad!" Mu Chengzhi's face revealed a hint of a smile. Because he had always heard that his son was being bullied, today he finally heard that his son was bullying others, and his mood was also extremely pleasant.

  Seeing Mu Chengzhi's smiling face, Mu Feng let out a sigh of relief. He thought he had caused trouble for his family again.

  Lin Huier gazed at Mu Feng with a doting expression, saying: "Feng'er, eat some more." After speaking, she picked up several dishes from her own bowl and put them into Mu Feng's.

  "Thanks, mom." Mu Feng ate his meal in big mouthfuls, but his eyes were slightly red.

  Since crossing over, Mu Chengzhi's couple has been taking care of some inconspicuous things, but it has made his mood undulate from time to time, touching the extremely fragile emotions in his heart.

  "Feng Er, are you going back to the Wu Guan to practice tomorrow?" Mu Chengzhi suddenly said.

  Mu Chengzhi also did it for Mu Feng's sake. After all, the training conditions at Hong Feng Wu Guan were much better than those at home.

  "Never mind, Dad, I think it's pretty good to practice at home." Murong Feng shook his head. Although the Hong Feng Martial Arts Hall had good training conditions, he felt that it didn't suit him.

  "Since the child doesn't want to go, then forget it." Mu Chengzhi was about to speak when he was interrupted by Lin Hui.

  "Alright!" After hearing Lin Hui's words, Mu Chengzhi hesitated for a moment and agreed with Mu Feng's opinion. Because they also knew that in the Hongfeng Martial Arts Hall, there were some young people who would bully their own son. Since their son insisted, as parents, they couldn't force him too much either.

  Time flies quickly, and the day of the trial is getting closer and closer.

  These days, Mu Feng's life was extremely simple, apart from eating and sleeping, it was all about cultivation. In the courtyard of the Mu residence, on the ground where Mu Feng practiced, a large area had already sunk in noticeably, with some places even showing several fine cracks.

  Mo Feng repeatedly practiced the willow-shaped fist, and under such diligent practice, the progress of the willow-shaped fist was also quite great, making it almost become a kind of bodily instinct, able to be displayed at will.

  At night, the Heart Flame of Devouring awakened from his dantian and helped Mu Feng refine his bones and marrow, opening up his tendons and arteries. He could also feel that his tendons and bones were becoming increasingly tough, and his body was becoming increasingly light and agile.

  The physical fatigue and damage caused by intense training were also dispelled cleanly by the gentle medicinal power of Huoyin fruit.

  In the outer reaches of the Luoxia Mountains, the number of ferocious beasts that died under his fists had reached a staggering two-digit figure. This trial of life and death allowed Mu Feng to experience numerous close calls with death, where he was chased by ferocious beasts on multiple occasions, barely escaping with his life each time.

  The young man's body was battered and bruised from the trials in the mountains, his frail physique also became strong through this life-and-death struggle, and his actual combat experience accumulated rapidly in the constant battles with fierce beasts.

  In short, Mufeng is undergoing a transformation at an astonishing speed.

  ……

  In the room, Mufeng was sitting on the bed with an empty medicine bowl beside him. The bowl still retained a hint of warmth and emitted a faint medicinal fragrance.

  After a morning of intense practice in the courtyard, he took the last dose of medicine made from the Fire Silver Fruit. His tired body absorbed the warm medicinal power, relaxing his tense muscles and sore bones. Mo Feng felt invigorated after the exhaustion, and a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

  The five pieces of Huo Yin Guo have been completely consumed, and from the effect, it's not ordinary good, he has already faintly felt the sign of breaking through.

  Less than a month since the last cave breakthrough, there are already signs of another breakthrough. If this gets out, it will be shocking news.

  What speed is this? Even if it's the entire Great Martial Dynasty, they can't find a second one.

  However, Heart Inflammation also played a role in this. If it hadn't worked hard to temper its body, I'm afraid that even with the five Fire Silver Fruits, there wouldn't have been any signs of a breakthrough within a month.

  However, the effect of the spiritual medicine was still very significant. Without these five Fire Silver Fruits, such high-intensity cultivation would have been impossible for Mu Feng to withstand with his frail body.

  Mo Feng was still enjoying the refreshing sensation of the spiritual medicine, when a severe pain suddenly came from within his bones, and his entire body began to tremble involuntarily. The various meridians in his body were also violently shaking inside him.

  It's going to break through!

  Mo Feng was not surprised but delighted, he knew this was a sign of entering the middle stage of Lian Ti.

  "Honk honk!"

  Mo Feng's entire skeletal system was emitting dull thuds, and his meridians were also feeling waves of aching distension.

  Mo Feng clenched his teeth tightly, the pain in his body distorting his face. Fortunately, this bodily anomaly only lasted for a short while before slowly disappearing.

  Mo Feng leapt down from the bed and executed two forms of Willow Fist, his powerful fist winds feeling much stronger than before.

  Bang!

  One punch slammed onto the chair in front of him, and with a loud crash, the wooden chair was instantly smashed into pieces by this punch, and wood chips also flew all over the floor.

  Looking at his own fist, Mu Feng nodded in satisfaction. He had reached the middle stage of the Refining Body Realm, a small achievement compared to the initial Great Perfection of the Refining Body Realm. Indeed, he was much stronger now, and the pain from earlier was worth it.

  But he immediately looked towards the door and secretly rejoiced that his parents were not at home, otherwise they would have seen this mess and he would have had to be scolded.

  Before he could even savor the joy of advancing, Mu Feng quickly tidied up his room and set off directly towards the outer reaches of Luoxia Mountain Range.

  I've just taken the Flame Silver Fruit, if I don't hurry up and cultivate, then the medicinal properties won't be fully absorbed by my body, and the waste would make Mu Feng extremely heartbroken.

  So every time after taking the spiritual medicine, Mu Feng would cultivate with extreme desperation. The intensity of this cultivation would make even Mu Cheng Zhi stare in shock. Because this intensity was a bit too harsh, even for an adult.

  However, Mufeng was an excellent graduate of traditional Chinese medicine in his previous life and had a good understanding of the human body. In each practice, he would be just right, although the intensity of the practice was great, but each time it was just within the limit of the physical body's endurance.

  In the mountains and forests, a slightly weak figure continuously waves his fists, his stretched body like a willow tree swaying in the wind, making people feel extremely comfortable.

  The chill of early winter had no effect on Mufeng's cultivation. The young man's face was dripping with sweat, and the ground beneath his feet was also moistened by a large patch.

  Every punch of Mofeng's is a combination of softness and hardness, extremely beautiful. This willow-shaped fist must be practiced dozens of times every day, and each move and style has been carefully studied and understood by Mofeng.

  This set of low-grade Huang Jie's martial arts, in Mu Feng's hands, also showed great power, and more than a dozen fierce beasts had fallen under this fist.

  "Jiang Meng, this time you must lose graciously." A hint of chill flashed in Mu Feng's eyes.

  In "Mufeng"'s memory, Jiang Yong and Jiang Meng, the two brothers, were nothing but devils, bringing back unbearable memories for "Mufeng".

  This memory also resonated with Mu Feng, and in his past life, he had suffered no less humiliation, so he decided to take revenge for "Mu Feng".

  His current strength has reached the middle of the Refining Body Realm, and from the last battle with Jiang Meng, Mu Feng felt that he still had some gaps in himself. However, this gap was absolutely not big, let alone his perception being extremely keen, which could make up for some of his own cultivation deficiencies to a large extent.

  So for the trial a few days later, Mufeng was still quite confident.

  As the day of the trial drew near, Hong Feng Town was also abuzz with the news, and people were discussing it after meals.

  The life in the town was also somewhat dull, and whenever something worth talking about appeared, people naturally wouldn't let it go. Of course, there were also people like Jiang Meng who spared no effort to spread the word.

  In Jiang's courtyard, Jiang Meng was practicing a set of fist techniques in the courtyard. Looking at this set of fist techniques, its grade is actually above the yellow rank!

  "Second brother, this set of Pen Ma Quan, with your current strength, you still can't bring out its power." Jiang Yong on the side also pointed out the root of Jiang Meng's problem.

  "Brother, don't worry, dealing with that waste Mu Feng is more than enough." Jiang Meng thought of the scene where he would brutally beat Mu Feng in a few days, and his heart felt a wave of comfort, lightly laughing.

  "A lion catching a rabbit also uses its full strength, don't be careless. Now Mu Feng is a martial artist in the initial stage of the Great Perfection of Body Refining." Jiang Yong reminded, recalling Mu Feng's transformation.

  "Alright, brother, just watch me. I'll definitely teach him a lesson and help you vent your anger." Jiang Meng smiled lightly, feeling that Jiang Yong was making a big deal out of nothing. He didn't believe that Mu Feng could become strong in just one short month.

  That time three punches agreement, he did not use martial arts, so let Mu Feng narrowly win the bet, and a few days later on the Qing Shi platform, Mu Feng was not so lucky.

  Jiang Meng's mouth corner revealed a hint of a smile, and he continued to practice the Running Horse Fist.

  Jiang Yong looked at Jiang Meng's figure and thought of Mu Feng's somewhat different eyes, but suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart.

  "It shouldn't be anything unexpected." Jiang Yong muttered.