Lin Chen stepped into the iron house, and the door slowly closed behind him.
The entire iron house was instantly plunged into darkness.
Pa!
The next mont, a beam of light fell from the front wall of the iron house.
Lin Chen looked up. The light was shining down from a small hole above the roof, illuminating an ancient painting hanging on the wall.
Lin Chen’s eyes instinctively focused on the painting, which depicted a figure holding an iron hamr.
Poof!
Just upon looking at it, he felt a mighty force rushing towards him, like a tangible heavy hamr, striking him fiercely.
This force penetrated his skin, reaching deep into his bones. Every inch of muscle, every bone felt like it was repeatedly hamred.
In just a breath, Lin Chen’s skin had a trace of blood seeping out.
Pa!
The next mont, the light disappeared, and the room returned to darkness.
Lin Chen’s heavy breathing was clearly audible in the room. Feeling all the pain in his body, he finally understood the aning behind the mysterious smile Senior Yan had when he turned to look back.
This was torture in the true sense.
Practicing Iron Bone Skill involved hamring oneself, but he always had the initiative and was ntally prepared.
However, this Thousand Hamr Map was different. Just one glance, and he was already being hamred all over.
Who on earth painted this Thousand Hamr Map? Could it be a picture similar to Martial Path Will?
The martial arts of this world were far more powerful and mysterious than he had imagined!
First, there was the Martial Path Will scroll, and now this Thousand Hamr Map, both representing the terrifying and frightening side of martial arts in this world.
This power defies logic!
But it’s precisely this kind of logic-defying power that makes the heart yearn.
Lin Chen licked his lips, tasting a trace of blood. Despite this, his expression began to turn excited. Only such powerful and mysterious martial arts power was worth his pursuit.
If his initial motivation for setting foot on the path of martial arts was to change his fate—from being an ordinary person to gaining so status and position—
At this mont, he had an additional motivation for advancing in martial arts.
The pursuit of such extraordinary martial arts power.
Pa!
A crisp sound echoed in the iron house as the light reappeared, illuminating the Thousand Hamr Map on the wall.
Lin Chen activated the Iron Bone Skill, his Qi Blood surging wildly within, his bronze-colored skin trembling continuously.
"Co on."
His gaze once again turned to the scroll on the wall.
Boom!
That mighty force surged forward once again, but this ti Lin Chen was prepared, using his Qi Blood to withstand the terrifying impact of the force.
One breath, two breaths...
Under the impact of this mighty force, he barely endured two breaths before collapsing.
The pain of the hamr blow spread all over his body once again.
The light went out, the force dissipated.
Lin Chen gasped heavily, this ti with blood seeping from all his five orifices.
"At this rate, I can only endure one more ti. Since Senior Yan brought here, it can’t be just for to endure hamring."
Lin Chen lowered his head in thought. The Iron Bone Skill thod practiced at the Mountain Suppressing Martial Arts Hall involved striking oneself either with fists or by using external objects, and during impact, he would always let his Qi Blood circulate according to the rhythm of the Iron Bone Skill.
Therefore, he needed to feel the rhythm of the hamring when it struck him, so that the Iron Bone Skill’s operation speed could align with it.
Thinking of this, Lin Chen took a deep breath, relaxing himself entirely. The darker it was, the more focused his attention beca.
The title "All the Way Black" reached its peak at this mont.
Pa!
The light reappeared.
Lin Chen’s eyes were firmly fixed on the scroll. This ti he saw the figure in the scroll swinging the hamr.
Even though it was just a blurry figure, the mont the other party swung the iron hamr, Lin Chen instantly adjusted the Iron Bone Skill’s operation speed to match the speed of the hamr.
Poof!
This hamr made Lin Chen spit a mouthful of blood.
Darkness engulfed him, yet Lin Chen’s eyes were shining brightly in this darkness.
He guessed right.
To resist this hamr force, it was necessary for the Iron Bone Skill’s operation speed and rhythm to match the rhythm when the hamr fell on him.
It sounds simple but is extrely difficult to execute.
In such extre pain, maintaining composure and noticing changes in pain all over the body is no easy task.
"Once more!"
Lin Chen’s eyes were filled with determination and resolve as he gazed at the scroll for the fourth ti.
The light appeared, the hamr fell.
"Arm!"
In Lin Chen’s eyes, the hamr was like a massive hamr, pounding onto his entire body, but at that mont, when he made an effort to stay clear-headed despite the pain, he managed to capture the initial source of pain.
Right shoulder!
The first spot where the heavy hamr landed was his right shoulder.
It was like a person stepping on an ant with one foot; it seed to instantly crush the whole ant, but upon closer inspection, the foot must first contact a certain part of the ant’s body.
With this realization, Lin Chen adjusted his breathing, waiting for the next heavy hamr to fall.
Right shoulder, left arm...
Under the successive blows of the heavy hamr, Lin Chen started to follow the rhythm of its fall, guiding the qi and blood within him to respond accordingly.
Fifth ti, sixth ti...
Lin Chen’s breathing and the operation of the Iron Bone Skill subtly changed. The originally familiar cultivation technique beca smoother at this mont, and every mobilization of qi and blood could cause a tremor in his entire musculature, as if dancing with the power of the Thousand Hamr Map.
The pain did not diminish.
However, at this mont, Lin Chen found himself in an extrely mysterious feeling. Every ti the heavy hamr fell, the bronze hue of his skin deepened, and a faint sheen appeared on the surface, like a layer of golden armor.
The mysterious power of the Thousand Hamr Map seed to feel so kind of provocation as well. The power continued to increase, with each heavy hamr strike stronger than the last, like surging tides, wave after wave impacting Lin Chen’s body.
Five openings, seven acupoints, every pore of Lin Chen’s body was oozing blood. He had completely turned into a man of blood, but only his eyes grew brighter.
He could still endure it.
Senior Yan had said that he could only co in twice a month, and each opportunity used was one less available.
He had taken first place in the March competition, and he would take first in the county fight as well!
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...
Outside the iron house.
Yan He’an initially sat leisurely by a stone table on one side.
When he heard three distinct "bang" sounds from the iron house, Yan He’an smiled gently and stroked his beard. Lin Chen’s comprehension of the Iron Bone Skill was fairly decent, truly a clever person, discovering the nuances so quickly.
When six sounds ca from the iron house, his smile widened...
However, at the tenth sound, Yan He’an stood up from the stone stool, his old eyes staring at the iron house, filled with sharpness.
Eleven sounds, twelve sounds, thirteen sounds...
By the ti the eighteenth sound was heard, Yan He’an was already pacing back and forth in the courtyard.
"Could it be that Lin Chen intends to enter Iron Bone in one go?"
The astonishnt in Yan He’an’s old eyes turned into expectation.
The Thousand Hamr Map contains a thousand hamrs, and no matter which horizontal cultivation thod one practices, enduring the first thirty hamrs ans stepping into the mastery stage.
Bronze skin, iron bones!
"To leap from bronze skin to iron bones in one night is akin to the Clear Wind Palm achieving perfection overnight!"
Yan He’an didn’t even realize that his tone had a slight tremor. Horizontal training was different from palm techniques and fist techniques.
Horizontal cultivation thods demanded comprehension but required even more honing.
To withstand thirty hamrs the first ti entering the iron house not only required one’s body to endure but also demanded imnse willpower.
"If he can truly endure thirty sounds, then he is the first genius in Poyang County in nearly a hundred years!"
Over the century in Poyang County, many geniuses had erged, so entering the grade before twenty years of age, others stepping into the Refining Viscera Realm within a year of joining the martial arts hall.
But the few who could cultivate at such a rapid pace mostly did so due to consuming rare heavenly materials and earthly treasures.
The recent Scholar Jiang is the best example.
However, in Yan He’an’s eyes, only soone like Lin Chen could truly be considered a genius.
Resources could be fought for, but comprehension and willpower couldn’t be altered by external forces.
Inside the iron house, no more light appeared, as Lin Chen slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. He didn’t know how much ti had passed. Towards the end, his entire body was numb, relying solely on sheer willpower to maintain the qi and blood circulation of the Iron Bone Skill through his body’s instincts.
"Panel."
Upon seeing the "Mastery" column under the Iron Bone Skill on the panel, a smile appeared on Lin Chen’s face as he slowly pushed open the iron house door.
"Young Master Lin!"
As the iron door opened, Yan He’an’s gaze imdiately shifted over. Upon seeing a blood-soaked figure, he couldn’t help but gasp.
"Senior."
Lin Chen forced a smile on his face, and as the light hit his eyes, he felt sowhat dazed. The next mont, everything started spinning, and his consciousness began to blur.
"Young Master Lin, Young Master Lin?"
Yan He’an quickly stepped forward to support Lin Chen, feeling the surging qi and blood within Lin Chen’s body, and heaved a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, it was just a faint.
Looking at the young man collapsed in his arms, Yan He’an was truly at a loss, unable to comprehend what exactly kept Lin Chen going.
Was it the yearning of a low-class family child for every opportunity to learn martial arts?
Yan He’an picked up Lin Chen and left the courtyard. Fortunately, the Martial Arts Garden was not lacking in pills to aid bodily recovery.
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...
Yanshan County.
"Lin Chen, on the path of Extre Martial Arts?" A young man, upon hearing the report from his junior, disappeared from where he stood in a flash, diving into the sea of flas ahead the next mont.
The young man left behind watched his senior brother’s figure with an expression of awe.
Even though he had seen his senior brother charge into the fire for training many tis, it still left him in awe each ti.
"In the county fight two months from now, first place is undoubtedly my senior brother’s."
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