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Right now, Zi Chen's clothes were filled with blood. He looked to be in a sorry state, but he was full of energy and his eyes contained dense killing intent.

Other than recovering from his injuries, Zhao Can also discovered that Zi Chen had changed. His body had an indescribable aura, this aura was actually the aura of many strong person s.

Zhao Can's heart turned cold. Seeing Zi Chen, who was walking over, he subconsciously took a few steps back and asked with slight fear: "Zi Chen, what are you doing?"

Zi Chen approached while stepping on the snow, his eyes stared straight at Zhao Can, and he said coldly: "What do you think I'm going to do?"

"We're brothers after all. Don't tell me you want to make a move against us?" Zhao Can looked at Zi Chen.

A trace of ridicule appeared on the corner of Zi Chen's mouth, and he said: "Brother is used to sell things when you have profits. That is your most famous saying. "

Zi Chen walked forward step by step.

Upon seeing Zi Chen, who was walking over, Zhao Can acted as if he had seen a strong person, and an unparalleled thought surfaced in his mind. His expression kept changing, and then one thought after another surfaced in his mind.

Zhao Can stopped, he did not retreat, but stared deadly at Zi Chen.

Zi Chen shook his head, and said coldly: "From the moment your weapon pierced my heart, one of us is destined to die.

"You won't give me a chance?"

"Just like how you attacked me without holding back at all." Zi Chen said coldly: "However, I can give you a chance to strike first. Whether or not you can grasp it, will depend on your luck."

"Alright, you're the one who said that." Zhao Can's eyes flashed with a cold light, the short dagger was already in his hands.

At this time, Zi Chen also clenched his fists, his entire being seemed to have entered a mystical realm, a wave of aura similar to that of the King of the Mountains, emitted from Zi Chen's body.

Zhao Can felt a sense of suppression. At this moment, it was as if Zi Chen had turned into a mountain.

On Zi Chen's body, the aura was still increasing, and the pressure on Zhao Can grew stronger and stronger. In the end, that mountainous aura suddenly changed into a fierce tiger. However, at this moment, Zhao Can felt that he had become the prey in the eyes of the fierce tiger, and he could only force himself to escape.

"Not good. If this goes on, I won't even have the courage to attack." Zhao Can suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, and a faint stream of blood flowed from his mouth. The piercing pain made Zhao Can's mind shake, and the third rate footwork, Floating Cloud Step, had already appeared.

With the short dagger in hand, he stared at the fierce tiger aura around Zi Chen's body. Like a poisonous snake, he fiercely attacked towards Zi Chen.

This time, Zhao Can directly attacked Zi Chen's eyes.

third-rate combat skills, Spiritsnake Sword Art.

Under Zi Chen's huge pressure, in the instant that Zhao Can attacked, he actually comprehended the true meaning of the Spiritsnake Sword Technique. The short dagger in his hands, at that moment, seemed to have turned into a poisonous snake, and fiercely attacked the tiger's vitals.

A cold light flashed in Zi Chen's eyes, like the cold lightning in a tiger's eye, he was surprised by Zhao Can's breakthrough, but his comprehension of the Battle skills's true meaning, far surpassed Zhao Can's.

Both of his fists struck out, the first movement of the Fierce Tiger Fist was already unleashed, it was extremely powerful and swift, following that, Zi Chen once again retracted his fists, releasing the Qi of the King of the Mountains, which caused the tiger's roar to shake the mountain.

This was the second time Zi Chen unleashed a strike with true intent, the connection between the front and the back was even more perfect.

The tiger pounced on its prey.

Under the force of Zi Chen's fist, Zhao Can seemed to see a fierce tiger rushing towards him with extreme speed. Its dense, cold, sharp claws had already reached his chest and its large, bloody mouth had also reached his head.

Such a powerful attack that carried true intent immediately dispersed the viper Qi that Zhao Can had just condensed, and rushed towards Zhao Can like a fierce tiger that had dissipated a viper.

After that, Zhao Can saw an endless amount of silver light surging towards him and enveloping him …

Zi Chen stood in his original position, not moving at all. In front of him, Zhao Can also did not move an inch, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

"Bang!"

In Zhao Can's hand, a third-rate weapon shattered instantly, transforming into a Fragment that fell to the ground. At the same time, blood suddenly flowed out from Zhao Can's seven orifices as his body fell backwards.

Zhao Can died.

Looking at the dead Zhao Can, Zi Chen's emotions were in a mess. In a few short days, so many things had happened, and even Zi Chen was not used to it. But to kill Zhao Can, Zi Chen did not have any intentions of regret.

Fortunately, everything was over.

Zi Chen took away Zhao Can's baggage and began to return on the same path he came from. There was still a period of time before the examination of the sect's internal portal disciples, and during this period of time, Zi Chen did not plan to return.

Although he had killed Zhao Can, which was equivalent to hitting someone at the fifth floor of the zhenqi, it was only equivalent. His true combat strength was still incomparable to that of the internal portal disciples at the fifth floor of the zhenqi, not to mention that there was still that Wang Xiong.

Wang Xiong had the strength of the eighth level of zhenqi. Amongst the internal portal disciples, he was very famous, and he also had a Second-Rate Combat Technique.

If Zi Chen went back now, he would definitely be interrogated by Wang Xiong, and he would definitely inquire about the whereabouts of the five hundred year old Chinese sage root.

Although there was a rule made by the sect long ago that disciples of the sect were not allowed to fight amongst themselves in any way, and even more so, were not allowed to fight amongst themselves, Zi Chen believed that if Wang Xiong killed himself, it would not disturb the sect's rules.

On one hand, besides the fact that Wang Xiong had his own power, on the other hand, it was because Zi Chen didn't have a strong backing;

Amidst a pile of mountain rock that were hiding from the wind, Zi Chen sat cross-legged, quietly cultivating. His consciousness once again entered the silver space.

In the silver space, the lightning teenager appeared once again. Clenching both of his fists tightly, an invisible king-like aura appeared, and in front of him, Zi Chen also clenched both of his hands into fists. Silver light surged around his body, and the king-like aura emitted out.

The two of them faced each other from a distance, and then, with a wrong punch, he unleashed a powerful Fierce Tiger Fist. One move after another was thrown out like lightning. Like flowing water, two roaring tigers appeared and charged towards both sides.

"Bang!"

Immediately after, the ferocious tiger that Zi Chen struck out immediately disappeared, while the lightning youth's fierce tiger rushed towards Zi Chen, dispersing the illusory Zi Chen's body that was in the air.

Zi Chen opened his eyes, a hint of joy evident in his eyes. Even though he had still lost today, he had comprehended a lot more.

It had already been more than ten days since Zhao Can's death. In these ten days, besides eating and drinking everyday, Zi Chen was only cultivating the Fierce Tiger Fist and cultivating the Heavenly Thunder Body Tempering Art.

The second floor's zhenqi, during these few days of cultivation, had reached the peak of the second floor. It was only one step away from the third floor.

Zi Chen didn't even dare to think about this cultivation speed in the past.

"My Fierce Tiger Fist, has already reached the grand completion of the true intent, but it has yet to reach the stage where it can only follow one's will. But after looking at it a few more times, I believe that I can break through and reach the desired state."

For three days, Zi Chen cultivated the entire time.

In the silver space, the two youths stood facing each other once again.

"This time, I will not lose." Looking at the youth dressed exactly like, Zi Chen said confidently.

The teenager in lightning didn't speak. He only clenched his fists and his aura skyrocketed. In an instant, he looked like a fierce tiger.

If it was before, Zi Chen would definitely have been shocked, but in the short span of a dozen days, he had fought with the opponent no less than a hundred times, which Zi Chen had already gotten used to.

Because in the next moment, his momentum also transformed into a fierce tiger.

"Roar!" "Roar!"

Two roars of fierce tiger sounded out, with just a thought, before the moves could even appear, their imposing manner had already surpassed the first move of the Fierce Tiger Fist, directly triggering the second move of the roars.

Both of their auras were surprisingly similar. It was as if they were the same person, and the attacks they unleashed didn't distinguish between each other's in the same order. Two fierce tigers charged towards each other.

A powerful force of impact caused Zi Chen to be pushed back more than ten steps, but his figure did not dissipate. Instead, in front of him, the lightning teenager, who had been standing motionlessly for more than ten days, was also pushed back by more than a dozen steps.

"Ha ha!"

Zi Chen laughed loudly, his Fierce Tiger Fist, had finally reached the state where it could follow one's will and move, and was perfectly unleashed. Although it was a third-rate combat skills, after perfectly comprehending its true meaning, it was not one bit weaker than a Second-Rate Combat Technique.

Laughing loudly, Zi Chen exited the silver space with a thought.

In the outside world, Zi Chen opened his eyes, his eyes revealed a hint of joy, the Heavenly Thunder Body Tempering Art, was circulating on its own, and absorbing the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth...

Suddenly, the joy on Zi Chen's face turned into wild joy. The Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth around him suddenly surged, and then, with Zi Chen at the center, they gathered from all directions.

"He's about to break through."

Just as his fist technique had reached perfection, his strength broke through once again. Zi Chen was ecstatic, the surrounding Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth entered his body and were absorbed by his heart, and after being refined by the silver ball, they were fed back into his heart.

His physique was changing, and so was the dantian's silver zhenqi.

Until the turbulent zhenqi calmed down once again, Zi Chen had already broken through to the third level of the zhenqi. Within the dantian, was a pure silver colored zhenqi, and occasionally there was even a trace of lightning moving about.

Zi Chen was in a good mood today after they both broke through, so she was prepared to reward herself a little. However, when she touched the baggage, she suddenly discovered that her food was gone.

Food was the source of everything. Without food, Zi Chen would not be able to live.

But now, Zi Chen still couldn't go back, so he only needed to get some food. As for what he wanted to eat, Zi Chen had already planned it out a few days ago.

Eat bear meat, eat bear paws, eat ice bear.

"With my current strength, I should be able to deal with the ice bear." Zi Chen secretly thought.

The third level of zhenqi, coupled with a strong physique, a perfect Fierce Tiger Fist seemed to be able to deal with a Grade Five Vicious Beast.