Chapter 92

"When drawing the bow, you must unite your hand with the bow, your eyes with the arrow, and your heart with the spirit..."

The words that Professor Luling had said when she was practicing archery herself flashed through Yang Ji's mind again, and he suddenly understood something.

"Combat instinct" cannot be cultivated quickly; it is an "instinct" accumulated through frequent battles. The reason Luling could always outpace him was clearly because she had developed this "combat instinct."

She didn't need to think; she made the best choices in the shortest time possible. This didn't require conscious thought, which was why Luling said he thought too much.

Although "combat instinct" cannot be cultivated quickly, there is a pattern to it.

Yang Ji pondered deeply, lost in thought...

"Again!"

Yang Ji lunged forward once more. This time, the battle with Luling lasted longer than before.

The fourth, fifth, sixth time...

Each time, Yang Ji held out longer. When he lunged for the eighth time, Luling's strike sent him back three feet, but she couldn't knock him down anymore.

"Good!"

Luling's eyes lit up. "This time, I won't hold back!"

With that, she lunged forward like lightning.

"Come on!"

Yang Ji said, and to Luling's shock, he closed his eyes completely.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

By the side of the pond, the two of them fought fiercely. For the entire day, Luling accompanied Yang Ji in practice by the pond. Her background and broad perspective gave her an advantage in martial arts, but this advantage was rapidly diminishing.

By evening, Yang Ji was on equal footing with Luling, and neither could gain the upper hand.

Luling's combat experience far exceeded Yang Ji's, and her "combat instinct" was very strong. However, Yang Ji, relying on his "heart's touch" and sharp intuition, could now match Luling evenly.

With equal strength, Luling could no longer push Yang Ji back, let alone suppress him. Instead, as he became familiar with Luling's fighting style, Yang Ji's attacks grew more fierce and precise.

This continued until nightfall, and Luling felt increasingly strained.

"This guy's talent is really too strong!"

Luling was secretly alarmed. She had only given Yang Ji a few pointers, and he could quickly apply them. This level of comprehension was terrifying. Among the people she had met, such comprehension was unparalleled.

"With such talent, if his family had nurtured him a bit, he would definitely be one of the top experts. I wonder what happened. — I need to find someone to investigate further."

Luling thought to herself.

The person she sent had only found out that Yang Ji was from the Yang family of Jin'an City, without further details. But now, it was clear that the investigation was not thorough enough.

With such talent, even if he were just a servant, the family would not ignore him. And Yang Ji's mixed martial techniques, even the knowledge of the Martial Realm, were clearly abnormal.

"Yang Ji—"

Luling's mind stirred. Just as she was about to end the day's practice, a sudden change occurred. Yang Ji's right hand, like a snake, found a tricky angle and, with lightning speed, grabbed Luling's wrist.

"Up—"

Yang Ji roared, his voice resonating, and immediately pulled Luling's body, lifting her off the ground and throwing her backward.

"Oh no!"

Luling was taken aback, her back chilled. Without time to think, she extended her left hand, her body trembling, and struck Yang Ji's chest.

Bang!

Yang Ji, struck by Luling's slender fingers, felt as if he had been hit by lightning. His chest's blood qi instantly collapsed, and he was sent flying backward.

At the same time, Luling performed a mid-air flip and staggered to the ground.

"What move was that?"

A few feet away, Yang Ji stopped and asked.

His chest's blood qi was surging. Luling's strike was too powerful, far beyond what he expected at this level. If he didn't know that Luling wouldn't use any strength beyond their agreement, he might have thought she had broken the seal.

"Haha, that's not a move, but a technique of the fourth level of martial arts. It allows you to concentrate all your strength into one point, exerting the maximum force beyond your level. However, it also consumes a lot of blood qi and puts a significant strain on the body."

Luling laughed heartily.

"Now, you have learned what I wanted to teach you. At the same level, no one can match you, not even me."

Although Luling had suffered a slight disadvantage against Yang Ji, she was not discouraged but rather somewhat pleased.

"The city gates are about to close. I'll head back to the mansion and come to watch your competition."

Luling said and quickly left.

Yang Ji remained by the pond, silent. Through his battles with Luling, he had made significant progress. Although he hadn't learned any special techniques, he had learned some more important things that needed time to digest.

"Swish!"

About half an hour later, Yang Ji opened his eyes, ending his contemplation, and splashed into the water...

Time passed unnoticed, and it was nearly dawn—

"Boom!"

Yang Ji punched, and the waterfall in front of him exploded into segments, water splashing everywhere. After a night of practice, Yang Ji could feel his strength had increased significantly, and his chest and lungs had become more dense, capable of withstanding greater pressure. If he used inner vision, he could even feel a faint, gossamer-like blood glow emanating from his internal organs.

"Internal organ cultivation is almost at the initial stage; it's about time to take the Blood Qi Pill."

Yang Ji thought to himself, taking a deep breath.

In three or four days, day and night, Yang Ji had completely digested the blood qi accumulated in his body, converting it into the blood qi of his internal organs, completing the initial foundation.

Although this level was far from allowing Yang Ji to reach the second level of martial arts, "Blood Qi as a Stream," and compete with the strong opponents in the martial arts examination, it was enough to take the "Blood Qi Pill."

Snap!

With a crisp sound, Yang Ji opened the wooden box, and a dense red light and a strong bloody smell rushed out. The "Blood Qi Pill" at the bottom of the box shone like a ruby.

Countless thoughts flashed through Yang Ji's mind, and the shadow of the "ruby" was reflected in his dark pupils.

With a flash, Yang Ji grabbed the "Blood Qi Pill" from the box and swallowed it with a gulp.

Boom! Inside Yang Ji's abdomen, it felt as if countless fierce beasts were colliding and tearing, trying to break out of his body.

"What a powerful medicinal effect!"

Yang Ji was slightly surprised. In terms of potency, the "Blood Qi Pill" was at least ten times stronger than the "Iron Bone Pill" he had taken before. Yang Ji was not panicked, knowing that this fierce effect was due to the various essences of fierce beasts used in the Blood Qi Pill.

Fierce beasts in the Martial Realm were extraordinary, and their blood essence inherited their fierce and domineering nature. Yang Ji sat cross-legged, focusing his mind, and transformed the thick blood qi into hundreds or thousands of strands, guiding them into his blood vessels and blood.

Yang Ji's blood qi, originally like a "stream," suddenly surged like a heavy rain, growing rapidly...

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