Chapter 341: 175 takes potion, the first among the younger generation! Chapter 341: 175 takes potion, the first among the younger generation! The most powerful minimal unit is the implentation of one’s own will.
A Martial Artist masters Qi, which can be used to deploy battle modes. Qi refers to a person’s fighting style, the characteristics of the Secret Martial Skill, the beliefs in the mind, and the aura; it turns the intangible into tangible, condensing into a force that can ntally intimidate and oppress others trendously. Simply put, Qi is the Martial Artist’s implentation of their own will. The more refined and powerful the will, the more domineering the Qi!
At this mont, Bai Xiao vaguely sensed the existence of that Qi.
In the Martial Arts Arena of the Fierce Bird Sect Headquarters, one individual sat cross-legged.
In the enclosed space, the surrounding air began to gather slowly, swirling invisibly around Bai Xiao as the center, rippling like waves.
In the middle of the arena, a figure stood with hands naturally hanging down. One hand on top of the other, fingers slightly curved as if scooping water, positioned at the intersection of the crossed legs. The chest rose and fell calmly without violent inhalations or exhalations, but with a faintly discernible mysterious rhythm.
Breathing was mixed with a sound like the roar of wind and thunder.
In the position of the Dantian, a warm sensation was slowly brewing. The Blood Pill seed to turn into a warm stove, continuously baking the surrounding muscles and internal organs.
Bai Xiao’s Qi-Blood was steadily climbing.
During this process, his spirit was also gradually condensing.
With his far stronger than ordinary Four-dinsional attributes, the gathered spirit burned intensely; Bai Xiao seed to faintly hear the sizzling sound of his body being roasted by an invisible force. He understood that this was the first step in breaking through the Martial Fighter Realm—briefly condensing one’s spirit.
Bai Xiao concentrated wholeheartedly, grasping the inspiration without a mont’s relaxation.
His chest swelled greatly as he took a deep breath. Muscles firm and resilient, contracting and expanding with a sense of elasticity.
“Ssssss…”
Bai Xiao’s body heated up, his skin slowly reddening, much like a lobster being gradually cooked. Light white steam spurted from the pores of his skin, along with so kind of invisible airflow, as if his spirit was leaking away.
His peak Qi was about to fade away.
Suddenly, the Blood Pill in the Dantian exerted force, trembling.
All the Qi-Blood shook violently, the pores closed, and Bai Xiao even stopped breathing. His entire body beca like an enclosed environnt, like an alchemy furnace, silently and slowly, but firmly, promoting change.
“It’s done…”
After an undefined amount of ti, his tightly furrowed brows relaxed.
Bai Xiao felt that sohow, within his body, an invisible airflow, like extrely tiny particles, passed unimpeded through his strong muscles, bones, and blood vessels. It moved willfully, darting chaotically within his body.
This was the rudintary form of Qi.
However, Bai Xiao could not yet control it.
To make the Qi his own and command it at will, he must infuse it with his will and deeply imprint his Secret Martial Arts within it.
He slowly moved his body, bones cracking and popping with a crisp sound like frying beans. Bai Xiao’s mind concentrated, and a surge of sensations erged in his sea of consciousness. Those were the impressions from the seven or eight Secret Martial Techniques he had practiced since his journey began, various familiar feelings, reaching states as natural as the hanging horns of an antelope. The essence and characteristics of nurous cultivation techniques rged together to form a special aura.
Among these auras, two were particularly strong.
One was the robust and massive aura from a total of four Hard Skills, as imposing as a mountain. The other was the just recently activated Demon Bird Secret Book.
The combination of the two was like a dark and terrifying mountain range.
In that instant, Bai Xiao’s eyes suddenly opened, and a gleam flashed in his pupils. His personal cold and strong will burst out in an instant.
“Hoo!!!”
A mass of invisible airflow rapidly expanded, sweeping through space without restraint, dominantly occupying the nearby area, utterly commanding.
Outside the Martial Arts Arena, two Fierce Bird Sect Disciples who were repairing a wall near the flowerbeds suddenly froze, their hands stopping mid-air. In that mont, they experienced an intense sense of horror—a chill shot up their spines straight to their brains, their arms breaking out in goosebumps, and every hair standing on end.
The strong palpitations made their backs sweat profusely.
Just as their eyes widened and their pupils shook violently, thinking they were about to be enveloped by the shadow of death, that aura suddenly disappeared. They regained their ability to move, legs going weak, nearly collapsing to the ground.
“What was that?! Just now…”
The taller disciple panted heavily, one hand bracing against the wall.
“That was terrifying! Was it an illusion? I thought I was about to die! Huff…huff…huff…” Another slimr disciple, hands on his knees, his chest heaving, his eyes filled with shock.
In his mont of stupor, it seed like he saw his great-grandmother beckoning to him. An invisible aura seed to be about to suffocate him to death.
“Could it be so kind of remnant from the previous battle?”
The two disciples exchanged glances and imdiately left the area to report the situation. anwhile, within the Martial Arts Arena, Bai Xiao knew nothing of this. He finally mastered Qi and instantly understood the real core of the Martial Fighter Realm.
Qi is akin to a frequency.
When released outward, it becos montum, which can ntally suppress opponents.
When gathered inward, it becos a battle mode, allowing the entire body to enter a special frequency, detached from the real world, yet not reaching the deep world.
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