Chapter 13: Saber of Nirvana, the strength of ten thousand jin!

"Fighting actually increases strength?"

Well …

It was understandable since it was a cheat.

"But …"

"Zhang San was just standing still. Does punching him count as fighting too?"

"How was punching Old Wang and Feng Shaoyu not counted as fighting?

Could it be because Old Wang and Feng Shaoyu are normal people? "

The thought crossed his mind.

Jiang He came to his senses and cried out, "Third Brother …"

He quickly ran to Zhang San. "Are you alright, Third Brother?

It's all my fault. It's my fault for hurting Third Brother. "

His tone was full of concern and self-blame!

Zhangsan was leaning against the wall. Originally, he had been crying out non-stop, but after hearing these words, he immediately straightened his back and laughed coldly, "Little brat, you're thinking too much. With just your punching strength, do you think you can hurt me, your third brother?"

Both Li Si and Wang Mazi came to their senses then.

The two little old men were shocked.

Especially Li Si.

He circled Jiang He up and down, left and right, front and back, studying Jiang He carefully before asking in confusion, "Did you deliberately temper your physique before, Sixth Brother?"

"Your punch just now was almost two tons of explosive force, wasn't it?"

"Only two tons?"

Jiang He sighed. "My control over strength is still too weak. I couldn't even reach the slightest amplitude!"

Right now, his strength had reached 1890kg.

If his strength was slightly better, he could punch out over two tons even with a ten percent increase in strength.

"The technique of exerting force is a matter of practice. It requires more practice and constant practice in actual combat."

Li Si said. "I've wronged you before … come, Sixth Brother, attack me with your full power. I'll spar with you."

"Alright!"

Jiang He, who was about to test the upper limit of strength in combat, promptly lowered the blade in his hand and assumed a fighting stance at Li Si's words.

"First Style of Basic Fist Technique: Lunge and Lunge!"

Li Si placed his hands behind his back. At this moment, his skinny body gave off an oppressive feeling like a towering mountain. He commented, "Your posture is not bad. Looks like you have been practicing a lot these few days. If there is a martial arts exhibition competition, you can get a good result just by doing nothing but putting on a posture."

"But you have to know that Kung Fu is a killing technique, not just for show!"

"In a real battle, your opponent won't give you time to put on airs … Attack!"

Though his voice was not loud, it sounded like the roar of a ferocious beast when it reached Jiang He's ears, shaking the very soul!

He couldn't help but feel a trace of fear in his heart.

It was as if the person standing in front of him was not Li Si, but a wild beast!

"I don't care what it is. I'll break it with a single punch!"

Even so, that fear that came from the depths of his heart did not affect Jiang He's punches. Roaring inwardly, he stomped heavily on the ground, shattering the wooden floor beneath his feet as he shot towards Li Si like a cannonball.

Li Si elegantly sidestepped, evading Jiang He's punch.

The hand he kept behind his back abruptly appeared and waved lightly in front of Jiang He.

All Jiang He could feel was a fragrant scent wafting towards his nose. Soon, he saw stars before his eyes and his body dropped straight to the ground. Though he was still conscious, his body was limp and powerless, unable to muster any strength.

"Old Four!"

"Brother Four!"

Zhang San and Wang Mazi's voices could be heard then, chiding him, "How could you use poison when feeding your own brother?"

Li Si chuckled. "Sorry … I'm used to it. Still, you don't have to worry, Zhang San and Wang Mazi. I used Bone Softening Powder, not a lethal poison."

He paused for a moment.

Then, he added, "Consider it a lesson for the kid to remember that he has to be careful when dealing with me even in the presence of grandmasters, so that he wouldn't fall for my tricks … he clearly knows that I'm a Lethal Poison Master, and yet he's so stubborn. He won't live long if he doesn't learn his lesson."

[Ding!]

[You have been through a battle. Strength + 10kg.]On the ground.

Jiang He could not muster any strength and could not move.

However, he had clearly heard the conversation between the three of them. He could not help but think to himself, "Fourth Brother is right … I was too careless. After all, I can't practice martial arts and can only rely on my brute strength. My life-saving means are definitely much less than a normal practitioner's …"

'That is why I have to be more cautious and cherish my life.'

'If I run into someone like Fourth Brother in the future, I would stab them in the back instead of facing them head-on …'

After resting for a full twenty minutes.

It was only then that Jiang He felt his strength returning a little.

Wang Mazi then pulled him up and said, "Come, let me test your blade technique."

"But Fifth Brother … you don't have a blade."

Wang Mazi's face was full of pockmarks and he usually looked wretched, but there was an indescribable aura around him right now.

Though he did not have a blade, Jiang He felt …It was as if he himself was a blade that had yet to be unsheathed, and it would be earth-shattering once it left the scabbard.

Jiang He picked up the blade.

Then, he tore off the sheet that was wrapped around it.

He realized that the Black Saber in his hand was trembling uncontrollably, as if it was affected by Wang Mazi, causing it to emit a buzzing sound.

Jiang He could not help doing a double take.

Holding the blade, he was a little unsure how to attack.

"Sixth Brother!"

Pockmarked Wang's momentum became stronger. He said coldly, "A saberman should have an indomitable belief. If you meet a god, you will kill a god. If you meet a devil, you will kill a devil. With a saber in hand, you can cut off all the injustice in the world … Why are you still standing there?

Attack! "

Jiang He attacked.

Learning from Li Si's lesson, he did not put on airs, and instead swung his blade at Wang Mazi again and again.

"Too slow! Your blade is too slow!"

"You are a physique refiner who cannot learn profound blade techniques, and you are naturally weaker than others … how would you compete with others if you are so slow even with the most basic attack?"

"What physique are you cultivating?"

"What blade?"

Shiiing!

Pockmark Wang flicked his finger and sent the Dark Saber flying. The saber turned into a black light and directly pierced into the wall. He shook his head and said: "You only have a body full of strength, but unfortunately, your saber technique is too weak. In the future, don't practice alone. Come to the fourth floor every day and I will guide you in your cultivation."

[Ding!]

[You have been through a battle. Strength + 10kg.]Jiang He offered a fist-palm salute and said seriously, "Thank you, Fifth Brother."

Wang Mazi grasped from the distance and took the Dark Blade into his hand, saying, "I'll keep Nirvana Blade with me. Don't train blindly without my guidance."

He gently stroked the blade, his eyes filled with tenderness.

It was as if the blade in his hand was not a blade, but the person he loved the most!

The Dark Blade hummed incessantly, as if cheering in delight.

Wang Mazi muttered, "Moreover, I'm not teaching you blade technique for you. I just don't want my Blade to be covered in dust …"

Beside him, Li Si heard that and said, "Fifth Brother is adept at blade techniques, and aside from making poisons, I'm confident that I'm unmatched beneath grandmaster when it comes to movement techniques. Starting tomorrow, I'll teach you."

"…"

Zhang San did a double take and said, "If one of you teaches him blade techniques and the other teaches him movement techniques, what should I do?

I can't teach him how to play with fire, can I? "

Li Si chuckled. "Third Brother, didn't you say that if Sixth Brother could knock you back half a step with a single punch, you would give him a treasure that martial artists could only dream of?

You could help him get that treasure! "

Zhang San appeared pained.

Gritting his teeth, he said, "It's still too early for Sixth Brother to use that thing. I'll give it to him when he could cultivate his physique to the level of a rank-four martial artist."

"Third Brother, you can't go back on your word."

Wang Mazi stood up for Jiang He. "You would need at least ten thousand catties of strength to cultivate your physique to the level of a rank-four martial artist. Even if Sixth Brother has the talent for physique refinement, how could he do it without three to five years?"

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(End of Chapter)