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Both Nie Feng and Wan Shangzhi knew very well that after this year's Martial Arts Competition, regardless of whether Nie Feng was eliminated, won the top ten, or even ranked in the top three, it was impossible for him to remain in the school.

In other words, fate had come to an end.

However, Nie Feng did not relax in the slightest. On the contrary, he felt an invisible whip was whipping him, causing him to constantly maintain his alert, snatching every second to bitterly train his martial arts.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

In the small courtyard in the early morning, a strong gust of wind blew the mist away. The fist that had gathered a strong power let out a soul-stirring low howl as it tore through the air, leaving behind many afterimages.

Nie Feng was practicing the True Form Tiger Fist.

Nie Feng had already practiced this martial art passed down by the Haoran Sect tens of thousands of times. He had gained a deep understanding of the profound meaning of the boxing style. The sixth level of the boxing style, Skin, Flesh, Bone, Muscle, Marrow, and Spirit had also reached the Invigorated Muscle stage.

This kind of talent left Wan Shangzhi flabbergasted, because it was difficult for a fist intent to penetrate the skin into the flesh, and difficult to penetrate the bones into the tendons. Ordinary martial artists wouldn't have the time to immerse themselves in this for several years or even more, making it impossible for them to reach such a level.

Nie Feng had only used three months, and he was only a hair's breadth away from reaching the Bone Marrow!

In fact, very few martial artists would wholeheartedly practice a fist technique. This was because whether it was used in hunting in the Wilderness or in battle, fist techniques were inferior to sabers and sword techniques in their practicality and power.

The simple truth was that a body of flesh and blood couldn't compare to a metal blade. For a martial artist with the same strength, one with a saber and one with an empty fist, it was obvious who was stronger.

Therefore, unless there was a cultivation method manual that could be used to cultivate to a higher level, most martial artists would use fist techniques as a new technique to train their martial arts. They would use them to strengthen their muscles, flesh, bones, and compare notes.

However, Nie Feng treasured this set of true form tiger fist very much. He was determined to cultivate it to the highest level and also wanted to pursue a higher level of the fist technique.

According to Wan Shangzhi, the Tiger Fist was a basic Star Martial Technique. Although it was ranked as a high level technique, its power was limited.

Above the Genuine Tiger Fist, there was also the Genuine Tiger Fist, the True Saint Tiger Fist, and the True King Beast Fist. They were in the yellow, black, and earth ranks respectively, forming a complete set of fist techniques inheritance!

The true form of Tiger Fist was not only compatible with the attributes of his cultivation technique, but it also perfectly suited his needs. He did not feel bored practicing his moves over and over again, instead maintaining an extremely high toughness.

This was also one of the main reasons why Nie Feng was improving so quickly.

From morning until afternoon, other than lunch, Nie Feng spent most of the day practicing the 'True Form Tiger Fist', which he had mastered to perfection. He was looking for an opportunity to advance further.

He had already reached the peak of the boxing style, but he still could not grasp the opportunity to break through. It was as if there was an invisible barrier blocking him from advancing to a new height.

However, Nie Feng was not discouraged in the slightest. His experiences from two lifetimes had sharpened his tenacious heart, and he continued to sweat profusely as he demonstrated his moves again and again.

Sweat soaked his clothes as it splattered onto the hard stone floor. Along with the exhaustion of his physical strength, the energy within his body was being squeezed to the extreme, while his muscles, tendons, and bones were all signalling that they couldn't bear the pressure and were itching to fight against Nie Feng's will.

However, Nie Feng remained indifferent and didn't move his willpower in the slightest. Instead, he continued practicing in a straight line.

Ka ka!

When his fist swung out who knows how many times, the knuckles on his right thumb suddenly vibrated with a crisp sound.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

It was as if a machine that had been sealed for a thousand years had been activated. Rusty parts rubbed against each other vigorously, starting from his fingers. His bones continuously vibrated until they reached his arm bones, shoulder bones, sternum, spine, and lower hip bones, leg bones …

All together!

The big veins in Nie Feng's body trembled as his bones shook, making the blood in his body boil. A strange itch rose up from the soles of his feet and quickly spread throughout his body, even into his bone marrow!

This was not a feeling that an ordinary person could bear. It made them wish they could take off their clothes and scratch it with all their might, but scratching their skin did not relieve the tingling.

Up till now, Nie Feng had never encountered such a situation when he practiced the real Tiger Fist. However, he did not panic, nor did he stop his practice. He continued practicing according to the moves.

However, the simple matter from before had now become incomparably difficult. It was as if his arms had been filled with heavy lead. Under the condition that he was exhausted, lifting an inch was extremely difficult.

If not for Nie Feng's strong and resilient willpower, he probably wouldn't have been able to last much longer.

Tiger Suppressing Mountain!

Nie Feng completed the last move of the Real Tiger Form Fist. The itchy feeling that was deep into his bones instantly turned into a stream of heat that seeped into his entire body. It changed from extremely uncomfortable to extremely comfortable.

"Hey!"

He let out a deep roar as he threw out another punch, his punch soundless and soundless.

Boom! *

After a while, there was a sudden clap of thunder in the yard!

A hint of a smile emerged on the corner of Nie Feng's mouth as he slowly withdrew his fist.

This punch represented that he had already broken through to the peak of the Muscle Meridian realm, and had truly reached the realm of the Fist Awareness into Marrow!

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