Chapter 275: Chapter 122: Prize Winnings, Physical Body Enhancement
After leaving the Inner City, the streets of the Outer City were no longer bustling as they had been during the day. Only a few scattered lanterns swayed in the wind.
Yang Jing’s steps were light as he passed through several familiar streets and alleys. Before long, he was back at the courtyard in Tongyi Square.
He pushed open the courtyard gate, and a familiar scent washed over him.
The physique of a Huajin Powerhouse was far beyond that of an ordinary person. His mind was clear, without the slightest trace of drunkenness.
In the courtyard, under the dim yellow light of an oil lamp, Yang An was practicing Surging Wave Kicks, one move at a time.
His movements were still somewhat clumsy and lacked power. It was clear he was still building his foundation and had a long way to go before breaking through to the Mingjin Realm.
Hearing the sound, he quickly stopped, turned, and saw Yang Jing. An excited smile spread across his face. "Brother Jing, you’re back!"
"Yeah, I just got back from Jufu Pavilion." Yang Jing nodded and walked into the courtyard.
"Have you eaten? There are still leftovers for you on the stove. Should I go heat them up?" Yang An asked with concern, rubbing his hands together.
"No need, I already ate at Jufu Pavilion." Yang Jing waved his hand, his gaze falling on Yang An. "You’re training hard."
Yang An scratched his head, a little embarrassed. "After seeing how heroic you were in the ring today, I want to get stronger faster too. Brother Jing, those punches you threw today were incredible! You sent Li Mengchao flying back with a single blow. It got my blood pumping!"
Yang Jing smiled but didn’t say anything more.
He walked to the center of the courtyard and stretched his limbs. He decided to take advantage of the quiet night to break through to the Mingjin level in his Indestructible True Skill.
He should have done this yesterday, but he was delayed at the Martial Arts Hall, familiarizing himself with his Huajin-level abilities under the guidance of his master, Sun Yong.
The Indestructible True Skill provided a comprehensive boost to his body and strength, greatly refining his physical form and solidifying his foundation. Now that he was a Huajin Powerhouse, his physical fortitude needed to catch up.
With a thought, Yang Jing called forth the panel in his mind, and the progress of his three martial arts was clearly displayed.
[Mountain Shattering Fist Perfection (25/2000)]
[Surging Wave Kicks Mastery (419/1000)]
[Indestructible True Skill Initiate (199/200)]
He had spent most of the past two days practicing the Mountain-Shattering Fist, so its progress was quite fast. In comparison, the gains for Surging Wave Kicks and the Indestructible True Skill were minimal.
But tonight, he would break through to the Mingjin level with his Indestructible True Skill.
This True Skill was of extremely high quality. If he could bring it to the Mingjin level, it would be another boost to his overall strength.
Yang Jing stood firm in the courtyard, the moonlight tracing the outline of his upright figure.
He took a deep breath and slowly assumed the starting stance of the Indestructible True Skill. His feet were shoulder-width apart, and he slowly raised his hands to his chest, palms facing each other with fingertips pointing up, as if holding an invisible weight.
Next, he began to circulate the corresponding breathing technique. His inhalations were long and deep, as if drawing all the cold night air into his lungs. His exhalations were slow and prolonged, accompanied by a faint hissing sound. Inner Strength flowed through his meridians with each breath, creating a wondrous resonance with his physical body.
It was precisely because he was already a Huajin Powerhouse with profound Inner Strength that he had a massive advantage when cultivating other martial arts, allowing him to progress with half the effort.
The first posture was Bear Squat. He bent his knees and squatted down, his spine slightly arched. His arms opened like a bear’s claws, fingertips curled. His muscles appeared relaxed, but in reality, every inch was subtly tensed, like a black bear ready to pounce.
While holding this pose, he maintained his breathing rhythm as his Inner Strength spread from his spine to his limbs, bringing a faint, tingling ache.
Next was Eagle Soar. He abruptly straightened his back, took a half-step forward with his left leg, touching the ground with his toes, while his right leg straightened behind him. His upper body leaned slightly forward, and his arms spread like an eagle’s wings, palms facing backward, as if about to ride the wind and take flight.
This movement demanded immense strength from the waist, abdomen, and legs, yet Yang Jing performed it as steady as a rock. Inner Strength flowed between his shoulders and arms, accelerating the circulation of his qi and blood. A fine layer of hot sweat gradually beaded on his skin.
He proceeded to practice dozens of specific postures in sequence, such as Tiger Pounce, Ape Climb, and Crane Stand. Each movement was executed with flawless precision, transitioning smoothly into the next, like a perfectly natural dance.
His breathing and movements were perfectly synchronized. He gathered power on the inhale and released it on the exhale. His Inner Strength washed over his entire body like a tide, driving a deep-level refinement of his physical form.
Gradually, Yang Jing felt a warmth spreading through his body, as if a gentle fire were burning within him. Wherever the warm current passed, the faint fatigue from his daytime sparring vanished completely. His muscles and bones emitted a low hum, as if cheering in delight.
He knew this was the Indestructible True Skill at work. His body was being polished and strengthened, bit by bit, advancing toward a higher level.
Suddenly, as he performed the Dragon Coil posture, all the muscles in his body tightened fiercely, as if he had reached some kind of limit.
Yang Jing’s heart skipped a beat. ’I’ve reached the limit.’
For other Martial Artists, this was the threshold to the Mingjin Realm. Crossing it meant entering a new world; failing meant all their effort was in vain.
But for him, this was not a problem.
Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Jing clenched his jaw, surged his Inner Strength, and adjusted his breathing to be even deeper, following the technique’s principles.
At this moment, his mind was completely focused. All his concentration was immersed in the circulation of the Cultivation Technique, feeling his body being reshaped bit by bit, waiting for the instant he would break through to the Mingjin level.
Nearby, Yang An watched without blinking.
Although he was a layman who hadn’t even touched the Mingjin Realm, he could still perceive a strange rhythm in Yang Jing’s movements.
The postures seemed odd, even clumsy at times, yet they exuded an indescribable sense of power, as if each one contained the profound principles of the universe.
