Chapter Ten: Advancing to Warrior, The Bottleneck

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The sky was dark and heavy, the earth withered and barren. Amid the deathly silence of the world, a solitary figure was ravenously devouring the raw flesh and blood of a turtle. After crushing the last piece of the shell with a bite, Yang Feng wiped his hands and let out a satisfied burp.

Feeling full naturally invites rest—that’s an instinct of all living beings. Yet Yang Feng couldn’t afford to rest now; he knew this was the optimal time to cultivate the Basic Body Tempering Technique. He performed the thirteen sequences of the technique one after another, each move flowing seamlessly like drifting clouds and flowing water.

At first, executing the entire set took him two hours. Now, after many days of practice, he could complete the full routine in just five minutes. As he struck the thirteenth pose, his body trembled violently. The energy stored from the fierce beast’s meat and blood was being consumed frantically, like water rushing out once a toilet flushes.

This surprised Yang Feng; the rate of energy consumption today was significantly faster than before. Previously, one whole turtle’s flesh and blood could fuel his cultivation for an hour; now, it seemed it would be exhausted in about ten minutes.

After some hesitation, he decided to push on, driven by a faint intuition.

One minute, two minutes... nine minutes passed. Just as he felt his energy nearly depleted and prepared to stop cultivating and resume hunting, a sudden snapping sound like a bowstring breaking echoed from within his body.

Then, his muscles abruptly stopped trembling.

For a moment, he was bewildered.

What was happening?

To test whether this was an anomaly or a special occurrence, he hunted and devoured another turtle. Upon performing the Basic Body Tempering Technique again, the same phenomenon occurred: after finishing the thirteen movements, his muscles showed no reaction at all.

Unwilling to accept this, he tried once more—and again, no response.

A gleam of realization flashed in Yang Feng’s eyes. The Basic Body Tempering Technique only worked on ordinary people; once one’s vitality reaches the standard of a first-tier martial artist, the basic technique loses all effect!

Coupled with the furious consumption of his vitality just now, he understood that his vitality value must have surpassed level two.

With the mastery of the Pinnacle Fist technique, had he truly become a first-tier martial artist?

Feeling the powerful energy surging within him, his heart was still filled with disbelief. Two weeks ago, he was a weakling with a vitality of just 0.2. Now, after two weeks, he had become a martial artist!

It felt like a dream.

But as a transmigrator who had endured years of hardship and setbacks, he quickly steadied his mind.

“Having broken through to become a martial artist, why not kill a turtle to celebrate?”

With that thought, he took some time to find and slaughter a turtle, indulging in a satisfying feast. The sensation of his belly being full was utterly addictive.

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