Chapter 31

What's going on?

Zhao Feng felt his left eye twitching frequently, and his entire body seemed to undergo some kind of strange transformation, rapidly absorbing the medicinal power.

He could be sure that the efficiency and speed of his absorption of the medicinal power far exceeded that of ordinary people.

Because, an ordinary person would need to absorb the body-refining medicinal powder three times.

But Zhao Feng, with just one use, felt that the medicinal power in the body-refining liquid was almost depleted.

The medicinal liquid worth over two thousand taels of silver was used up in just one go, causing Zhao Feng to feel a pang of pain.

Fortunately, he was certain that the medicinal power of the body-refining liquid had been completely absorbed by him.

He clearly felt that the progress of cultivating the *Iron Wall Technique* had advanced significantly.

"What has happened to my body? The absorption of medicinal power is so fast, and the efficiency is also very high."

Zhao Feng marveled inwardly.

He could only be sure that all of this was related to his mysterious left eye.

The next day.

Zhao Feng first practiced the *Lingdu Qi Technique* several times, then continued to soak in the "body-refining medicinal liquid."

The progress of the *Iron Wall Technique* advanced rapidly.

On the third day, Zhao Feng successfully broke through to the second level of the *Iron Wall Technique*.

Correspondingly, the three portions of body-refining medicinal powder, costing over six thousand taels of silver, were completely used up.

The first two levels of the *Iron Wall Technique* did not significantly enhance Zhao Feng's strength; his strength increased slightly, and his defense improved by only two to three tenths.

This was mainly because Zhao Feng had already reached the martial artist level, and his base strength was already quite strong. If he had not reached the fourth level of martial arts, these improvements would have been more significant.

"The *Iron Wall Technique* only reaches the third level to make the body as hard as iron, able to withstand blades and swords, and greatly enhance defense."

Zhao Feng was quite eager in his heart.

However, with the body-refining medicinal powder used up, the progress of the *Iron Wall Technique* slowed down to a snail's pace.

Money, money.

Zhao Feng sighed inwardly. His savings were now completely depleted, and he was as poor as a church mouse.

Thinking of this, he took out the "Yunqi Pill" he had bought together that day.

The function of the Yunqi Pill is to refine and enhance martial arts inner strength, which is very useful for martial artists.

Zhao Feng immediately took the Yunqi Pill and hurriedly activated the *Lingdu Qi Technique*.

The *Lingdu Qi Technique* is highly sophisticated and profound, so much so that even Zhao Yufei's grandfather was willing to exchange the *Iron Wall Technique* for it.

Due to the powerful mental strength brought by his left eye, Zhao Feng had twice the cultivation time of ordinary people, and the progress of cultivating martial arts inner strength was extremely fast.

As the medicinal power of the Yunqi Pill dissolved, Zhao Feng felt a warm sensation from his left eye, which, combined with the *Lingdu Qi Technique*, maximized the absorption of its medicinal power.

After a day and a night.

Zhao Feng exhaled deeply, spread his palm, and a pale green, transparent aura swirled and circled, causing the surrounding dust to rise and creating an invisible pressure.

Unconsciously, his martial arts inner strength had reached the peak of the fourth level of martial arts.

Due to the simultaneous progress of the *Iron Wall Technique* and the *Lingdu Qi Technique*, Zhao Feng's foundation became even more solid.

After two more days of consolidation, his cultivation gradually approached the peak of the fourth level of martial arts...

He calculated the time and found that the final martial arts competition would begin in six or seven days.

"The *Iron Wall Technique* at the peak of the second level, martial arts inner strength comparable to the peak of the fourth level, and cultivation also approaching the peak of the fourth level."

Zhao Feng summarized his strength.

With this level of strength, he had about a 40-50% chance of making it to the top three in the inner circle.

As for defeating Zhao Han, the probability of a draw was about 70% (relying on the speed of the *Piaolingdu*), and the chance of winning was less than 30%.

No!

Zhao Feng shook his head; this chance of winning was too small.

Whether to deal with Zhao Han or to make it to the top three, he urgently needed to enhance his strength.

However, if he followed the conventional method of cultivation, by the time the final martial arts competition began, his cultivation and the *Iron Wall Technique* would not have any significant breakthroughs.

"It seems I need to go to the Hengyun Sky Forest."

Zhao Feng pondered for a moment and quickly had a plan.

He immediately took out a long wooden box from his room.

When the wooden box was opened, a silver longbow lay inside, gleaming with a cold luster.

This silver longbow was the "Yinxuan Bow" that Zhao Feng had bought in Yuyang City, which only martial artists could use to unleash its true power.

With the bow and arrow prepared, Zhao Feng left his home and the Zhao clan's territory.

He then lingered in Yuyang City for half a day, making all the necessary preparations.

Zhao Feng left the city, activated the *Piaolingdu*, and headed straight for the Hengyun Sky Forest.

Just as he left Yuyang City, two or three figures appeared at the city gate entrance.

Among them were two black-clothed men with dark skin and similar builds and appearances.

"Brother! As expected, that kid went to the 'Hengyun Sky Forest.'"

One of the black-clothed men was somewhat anxious.

"Very good, the wild mountains and forests are more suitable for our attack. This plan is foolproof; that kid is definitely going to die!"

The older black-clothed man's voice was hoarse, filled with intense killing intent.

...

In the desolate wilderness, Zhao Feng could practice the *Piaolingdu* to his heart's content.

His body was as light as a feather, and as he leaped, he occasionally generated new strength in mid-air, as if stepping forward in the void.

By now, Zhao Feng's *Piaolingdu* had completely reached the minor accomplishment stage.

But today's minor accomplishment stage was different from before.

Because the *Piaolingdu* he initially obtained only contained the first third of the content.

Now that Zhao Feng had the complete version, the same minor accomplishment stage had a speed effect two to three times faster than before.

Thud! Thud! ...

Zhao Feng fully unleashed the *Piaolingdu*, with the martial arts inner strength dominated by the *Lingdu Qi Technique* surging continuously within his body, fierce yet graceful and agile.

In this vast wilderness, he felt as if he had transformed into a bird, soaring freely.

"I am only at the fourth level of martial arts, yet I have such a feeling. If I surpass the ninth level of martial arts and reach a higher level, can I truly break through the air and fly?"

Zhao Feng couldn't help but feel yearning and anticipation.

After half an hour.

Zhao Feng finally arrived at the "Hengyun Sky Forest."

The primitive wild forest in his field of vision stretched endlessly, like the gaping maw of a savage beast.

No one knew what lay at the deepest part of the Hengyun Sky Forest.

The only thing Zhao Feng knew was that the deeper he went, the more dangerous it became, and the higher the chance of encountering fierce beasts.

But risk and opportunity often coexisted.

Entering the Hengyun Sky Forest, Zhao Feng's mind was tense, and he occasionally used his left eye to observe the front to prevent various unknown wild beasts, even fierce beasts.

After flying for several miles, he occasionally encountered a few powerful wild beasts.

Zhao Feng took out the "Yinxuan Bow," drew the bowstring to its full extent, and even infused a small amount of martial arts inner strength.

The bowstring emitted a rapid, low hum, and even Zhao Feng could feel the explosive power it contained.

Thud!

A silver arrow shot through the air, like a cold shadow, piercing the eye and head of a wild boar weighing four to five hundred pounds, two hundred meters away.

Puff!

The wild boar, with its eyes and head pierced by the arrow, spewed blood and struggled for a moment before collapsing and dying.

A wild boar weighing four to five hundred pounds would be a challenge even for a martial artist at the third level of martial arts.

Zhao Feng did not deal with the wild boar's corpse.

This arrow was just to familiarize himself with the feel of the "Yinxuan Bow."

His true goal in the Hengyun Sky Forest was not ordinary wild beasts but fierce beasts.

Only by slaying fierce beasts could Zhao Feng obtain precious materials and earn enough silver.

"This Yinxuan Bow is quite powerful. Within three hundred steps, each arrow's power is comparable to a full-strength attack from a martial artist at the fourth level. Moreover, my arrows are coated with poison, and with the factors of ambush and hitting vital points, they are equivalent to the killing power of a martial artist at the fifth level."

Zhao Feng assessed it to himself, very satisfied.

As a skilled archer, Zhao Feng's chances of survival and hunting success in the Hengyun Sky Forest were higher when using a bow and arrow.

"Clap, clap, clap... Not bad, not bad. I didn't expect this target to be a rare skilled archer."

Clapping sounds came from ahead.

"Who's there!"

Zhao Feng was greatly startled.

Lifting his eyes, he saw a gaunt, gray-robed man standing on the treetop two hundred meters ahead.

The man seemed like a ghost, hanging on the treetop, and if not noticed, he would be mistaken for a piece of tattered cloth.

Through his left eye, Zhao Feng discovered that the man's entire aura was in a strange state of concealment, making him very light and without any aura.

Preliminarily, the man's cultivation had reached the fifth level of martial arts, and he had cultivated a martial art similar to the *Yinqi Technique*, but he was undoubtedly more skilled in tracking.

"Who are you? Haha, you're about to die, and you still haven't noticed!"

The gray-robed man floated on the treetop, a hint of mockery on his lips, and for a short time, he did not seem to have any intention of attacking.

But his eyes were always fixed on Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng's right hand held three poisoned arrows, facing off with him from a distance.

Why didn't he attack?

Zhao Feng was initially puzzled.

But soon, he understood.

"Ha ha ha... Kid, prepare to die!"

Several hundred meters behind, two black-clothed men at the peak of the fourth level of martial arts were rushing over.

Caught between two fronts!

Zhao Feng's face turned grim.

But the real threat came from the gray-robed man in front.

"It's over."

A thin, blade-like weapon, as thin as a cicada's wing, appeared in the gray-robed man's hand, resembling a scorpion's tail, instilling fear.

"What to do?"

Zhao Feng's thoughts raced.

At this moment.

A familiar pulsing sensation came from his left eye, mirroring his current state of mind.

In this unprecedented crisis.

Zhao Feng pushed his left eye to its limit, entering a super visual interface, greatly enhancing his reaction speed and sensitivity.

"Kill!"

The two black-clothed men behind him were within one to two hundred meters.

Each of their movements and processes was slowed down in Zhao Feng's eyes.

The gray-robed man in front, with a dead look in his eyes, stood motionless like a withered tree.

Zhao Feng's left eye focused on the gray-robed man, as he posed a greater threat.

One hundred meters!

The two black-clothed men behind, with sinister grins, brandished their knives and swords, their eyes filled with killing intent.

This scene seemed to foreshadow Zhao Feng's blood splattering and being torn to pieces.

However, in the super visual interface of his left eye, Zhao Feng remained incredibly calm.

Suddenly.

Zhao Feng's left eye detected the instant concentration of qi and martial arts inner strength in the gray-robed man's body...

Right at this moment!

A fierce light flashed in Zhao Feng's eyes, and he quickly loaded three poisoned arrows onto the bowstring.

Thud, thud, thud—

The three poisoned arrows, arranged in a strange formation, like an inverted triangle, slightly staggered, shot through the air toward the gray-robed man.