“I hope this world can be more stable!”
Jiang Heng felt a faint sense of urgency, increasingly realizing that he was running out of time.
He pondered for a long time before finally opening the thin booklet.
It was none other than the Bloodline Fist, the boxing technique taught by his Third Uncle.
He went straight back to his bedroom, closed the door, lit a candle, and read the contents inside.
For the next period, Jiang Heng poured all his attention into this Secret Manual of boxing.
In reality, the Bloodline Fist was not a particularly profound boxing technique; it could even be described as rudimentary, but it was still considered an entry-level Martial Arts.
However, in this world, one should not underestimate entry-level Martial Arts.
In Great Yan, even entry-level Martial Arts were collected in the scripture repositories of major powers. Ordinary people, if they didn't have connections, would never come into contact with them in their lifetime.
And even if this entry-level Martial Arts could truly be Cultivated to Major Achievement, it would be enough to make one famous in a county.
According to a casual chat with his Third Uncle, even Jiang Heng's biological father only learned entry-level Martial Arts...
The Bloodline Fist emphasizes only one thing: explosive power, not endurance or prolonged combat.
It relies on pure explosive power, unleashing the maximum force of one's Qi and blood with every strike, holding nothing back!
It also includes a method for circulating Qi and blood, allowing one to Cultivate a Bloodline Force within the body, which has nine layers.
When fighting, the Bloodline Force erupts from the fists, often catching opponents off guard and leaving them unprepared. Furthermore, according to the description of the ninth layer, it can even ignite the Qi and blood within the body, producing a scorching sensation. If one's Qi and blood are extremely vigorous, a single punch can leave the opponent's wound charred.
The more vigorous the Qi and blood, the more terrifying the Bloodline Force within the body.
Naturally, the scorching sensation of the ninth layer of Bloodline Force also multiplies!
The Bloodline Fist has a total of nine layers!
Each layer represents an additional layer of Qi and blood power, with nine layers being the limit!
No defense, no reservations, only a self-sacrificing attack.
Of course, there are also names for the Moves and routines, such as:
The first Move: Surging!
The second Move: Crying Blood!
The third Move: Blood Fiend!
There are a total of three routine Moves, and they are very simple. They are just three different trajectories for the circulation of Qi and blood and the exertion of force, producing different powerful effects.
Jiang Heng took a quick look and understood the general idea. However, while these Moves are simple, their power relies on practice makes perfect, and also on Qi and blood.
And Qi and blood, in turn, depend on one's physical fitness.
Therefore, these three boxing forms, combined with the continuous physical conditioning from horse stance training and the techniques of exerting force, can fully unleash their power.
To maximize the power of the boxing technique, one needs to know how to combine punching techniques with Qi and blood circulation techniques to wield this boxing technique to its most formidable extent.
Once the punching techniques are honed to a state of perfection, combined with the Qi and blood power Cultivated through horse stance training, then this boxing technique can be considered to have reached Major Achievement.
He gently closed the small booklet.
Jiang Heng sat at the table in silence for a long time, repeatedly recalling and memorizing all the processes and difficulties of this Bloodline Fist in his mind, over and over again.
Opening the door and coming to the small courtyard, Jiang Heng began to practice the first Move of the Bloodline Fist with some hesitation. It looked easy, and understanding the key points was also easy, but truly putting it into action was extremely difficult.
Jiang Heng swung his fists methodically, one by one, following the descriptions in the boxing manual.
Jiang Heng tried again and again, exploring the punching techniques and the trajectory of Qi and blood circulation.
Repeating this, ordinary people would have sore arms after a hundred continuous attempts, but Jiang Heng was different. If he didn't need to eat or sleep, he could keep practicing.
The warm current in his Dantian was like an infinite mana cheat, keeping Jiang Heng in peak condition.
For several days afterward, Jiang Heng almost never left his small courtyard, diligently Cultivating the Bloodline Fist. Relying on the warm current in his Dantian, in just five days, he had completely mastered the Bloodline Fist and even learned the second Move.
Moreover, due to nearly fifteen hours of uninterrupted diligent Cultivation every day, coupled with the nourishment from the Dantian's warm current, his Qi and blood power also rapidly increased, to the point where he could barely execute the first stack of the Bloodline Fist!
“Sigh, why do other people's Golden Fingers allow one-click learning and instant mastery, while mine still requires diligent Cultivation?”
Jiang Heng silently continued to punch, complaining inwardly. He completely disregarded his clothes, which had been soaked repeatedly.
Although Cultivating felt more like enjoyment due to the warm current in his Dantian, it was still quite monotonous.
“Hah!”
His body twisted slightly, then he suddenly threw a punch, following the second Move, Crying Blood, directly at a poplar tree in front of him.
Bang!
With a loud bang, wood chips flew, and a pit appeared on the trunk of the poplar tree, which was half a meter in diameter, as if it had been smashed by an iron hammer.
“Young Master is so amazing!” Xiao Rou exclaimed from the side.
She had been silently accompanying him for several days, and she felt that the Young Master, who no longer went to the pleasure quarters and was serious, had changed a lot. Of course, in her eyes, whatever the Young Master did was right.
“Young Master, with this Move of yours, I think you can even compare to the masters in the escort agency!” Lai Fu, the henchman, also chimed in, showering him with praise.
Jiang Heng shook his head. Although he was very satisfied with this Move, he knew his own limits. He might be a bit stronger than the household servants and ordinary workers in the escort agency.
But compared to those masters, he was definitely far inferior.
Nevertheless, he was quite satisfied with such results in just a few days.
“Alright, Xiao Rou, prepare some water for me. I want to bathe!”
After bathing and being dressed by Xiao Rou, Jiang Heng headed to the training grounds.
Today, he planned to ask some questions.
Walking along the corridor, he paused slightly along the way.
Because at that moment, there was a person standing in the corridor in front of Jiang Heng.
“Xiao Heng, long time no see!”
The person was his Cousin, Jiang Wenyue, whom he was seeing for the first time since his Rebirth!
“Cousin, long time no see!” Jiang Heng looked at his Cousin, who was wearing a scholarly robe, and respectfully bowed.
“Xiao Heng, I haven't seen you in many days, you've grown much sturdier... cough cough...”
“Cousin, are you alright?”
Jiang Heng felt that his Cousin seemed to be in poor health. His face was alarmingly sallow, and when he slightly supported him, he could feel his arm trembling, and his breathing was very heavy.
“It's nothing, an old ailment!”
His Cousin, Jiang Wenyue, waved his hand and smiled, “Alright, Xiao Heng, you go about your business first. I just returned and need to go pay respects to Father!”
Watching his Cousin gradually walk away and disappear from sight, Jiang Heng frowned.
“What was that cold aura just now?”
He rubbed his palm, feeling the lingering aura, and frowned slightly.
