Chapter 7

The sky had just turned a pale blue when the young members of the Feng family got out of bed and came to the training ground.

After just two punches, Feng Hao felt his whole body lacking energy.

"Try the Tiger Movement Technique!"

Thinking of it, he immediately acted. The first pattern of the Tiger Movement Technique appeared in his mind, and he crouched down, lying on the ground.

"Huff... huff..."

Adjusting his breathing, he slowly rose and fell. After a short while, he was already drenched in sweat.

"Persist! Persist!"

He silently chanted in his heart.

Each time he did it, he could feel himself improving. Within a day, he had done it less than fifty times. In a daze, he felt as if he had already reached the threshold of the third-level advanced stage.

Sweat had blurred his eyes and then dripped to the ground. At this moment, more and more young members of the Feng family arrived, and they were stunned by his strange posture.

Slacking off? It didn't seem like it.

"Is it that hard?"

It looked like a simple movement, but Feng Hao seemed to be struggling. Inevitably, these young members began to doubt.

"Try it!"

A few of them also tried to crouch down, but the movement was extremely easy for them.

"Tsk! He's just pretending!"

After trying it, they all sneered, looking at Feng Hao with disdain.

"What are you doing?!"

A loud reprimand echoed, making the surrounding young members tremble. Some quickly stood up, while others resumed their training.

It was Feng Ren.

Seeing the chaotic training ground, Feng Ren's face turned ashen, and he strode over.

The events of the past few days had already made him irritable. Seeing these young members still being so unambitious, his anger surged.

The young members made way, and Feng Hao's figure came into view.

"Huff... huff..."

The slow, undulating movements and the rhythmic breathing were like those of a powerful and fierce beast lying in wait, ready to pounce at any moment.

With just one glance, Feng Ren, a mid-level martial artist, saw something. His anger gradually turned to shock as he looked at the undulating young figure, and his breathing quickened.

This was no longer a simple rise and fall. Each rise pulled and contracted every muscle in his body, and each fall was a precise control of strength!

"How is this possible? How did he do it?"

Feng Ren was speechless with shock.

How could a third-level martial apprentice control his strength so precisely?

"Could it be a body-strengthening technique?"

Thinking of this, his eyelids twitched.

For a long time, the young members heard no reprimand from him. They all secretly glanced at him and saw his unusual state.

Without a sound, the young members stopped their actions, all eyes fixed on the undulating figure.

After a while, they realized that what they were doing was different from him, but they couldn't explain why, so they just kept watching.

"Persist! Persist!"

Feng Hao could no longer hear the sounds around him. His ears were filled with the sounds of his muscles moving and his bones grinding. He didn't know that Feng Ren had arrived; he only knew that he was about to break through!

After a short while...

"Crack!"

A series of crisp sounds echoed from every part of his body, loud in the quiet training ground.

"He actually broke through!"

The young members gaped. Now, they were certain that the simple rise and fall movements they saw or did were not so simple!

"Huff... huff..."

After breaking through, both the resilience of his muscles and his control of strength had greatly improved, and Feng Hao's movements became much easier.

"He broke through!"

He flipped up, glanced around, and saw everyone staring at him. He then remembered that he was on the training ground.

"Start the morning training, what are you standing around for?"

Feng Ren's reprimand woke everyone up. Soon, the training ground returned to its usual state, with a series of shouts echoing.

Feng Ren glanced at Feng Hao but said nothing, his eyes lingering with a hint of confusion.

After the morning training ended, surprisingly, Feng Lei and the others did not come to cause trouble, which greatly surprised Feng Hao. Glancing at the stunned Feng Lei, he shook his head and walked toward his small courtyard.

This was just a waste of time. He needed to focus entirely on practicing the Tiger Movement Technique.

"I wonder if I can skip this morning training."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but want to talk to Feng Chen. His time was very tight. At this rate, it would take at least a year to break through to the peak of the martial apprentice stage, and he couldn't afford to waste any more time.

...

Leaving the training ground, Feng Ren headed straight for the meeting hall.

Feng Lie, the four elders, and Feng Chen were all seated, each handling their own tasks.

"Head of the family, elders, Brother Chen!"

After entering, he bowed to Feng Lie and glanced at Feng Chen with a hint of curiosity.

"Hmm, Brother Ren, how are the young members' training?"

Feng Lie put down his ledger and asked out of habit.

"The same as usual."

After a pause, Feng Ren added, "However, Feng Hao broke through during the morning training."

"Oh."

The four elders and Feng Chen all looked up.

The movements of this young boy now constantly tugged at their nerves, and they couldn't help but pay attention.

"Brother Chen."

Feng Ren turned to Feng Chen, his eyes flashing with a complex expression.

He was almost certain that Feng Hao was practicing a high-level body-strengthening technique, but this technique was not in the Feng family's martial arts library.

"Hmm?"

Feng Chen raised an eyebrow.

Although he was no longer the head of the Feng family, as a member, he couldn't ignore everything. Besides, Feng Lie needed time to take over.

"The body-strengthening technique Feng Hao practices in the training ground is different from usual."

A third-level martial apprentice like Feng Hao couldn't have created such a technique on his own. In Feng Ren's view, the only explanation was that it came from Feng Chen.

"Different?"

Feng Chen was taken aback, his brows furrowing. "How is it different?"

After a moment, Feng Ren slowly said, "His body-strengthening technique can simultaneously enhance the resilience of his body and his control of strength. It should be at least a high-level Yellow-grade technique!"

"High-level Yellow-grade?!"

All six of them were shocked.

They knew that the entire Feng family had only one high-level Yellow-grade manual, and that was a martial technique, not a body-strengthening technique.

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