Rise from a Low-class Family to Martial Artist

Chapter 222: Chapter 63: Xue Yun: Junior Brother Lin, You Came Out?

These kids thought I would tell Lin Chen, while I thought Min Huanbo would inform Lin Chen...

Neither I nor those kids said anything, so Lin Chen misunderstood and thought he needed to defeat these bronze figures to pass this stage.

”Cough, cough, no need to rush. Each of these bronze figures is as strong as you. To defeat four of them is already enough. After soaking for a few more days in the herbal solution, you should pass.”

Since Lin Chen misunderstood, Zhao Cangsheng didn’t plan to explain it to him.

However, in his heart, Zhao Cangsheng was also amazed by the effect of the herbal solution. The solution in the large vat was a formula developed by his late friend after traveling through many countries.

According to his late friend, the effect of the solution was excellent, but Zhao Cangsheng wasn’t sure to what extent it would work.

Before Lin Chen, no one had been able to persist, so it couldn’t be verified.

Some of the herbs were even unavailable in Liang, and Zhao Cangsheng didn’t dare casually let anyone try it.

Unfortunately, the herbs he currently has can only allow Lin Chen to soak for one more month.

”From now on, soak in the herbal solution for two hours each night, and spend the remaining time practicing your Gale Leg. You are on the path of Extreme Martial Arts, and the perfection of your techniques here cannot fall behind.”

Lin Chen was startled. Every time after soaking in the solution, he was almost in a semi-comatose state, and now he was expected to train?

”I’ll tell you the truth; you are different from the other students now. Min Huanbo and those kids mentioned the Rank A special training to you. In previous years, students who could reach Rank A special training passed the first stage in about ten days.”

Upon hearing this, Lin Chen’s eyes showed a determination not to admit defeat, and he nodded, ”I understand, Senior.”

If students in the past could do it, then so could he.

His resources might not be as good as others, but with the special training ground providing sufficient resources, why shouldn’t he be able to defeat the bronze figures in ten days?

”Take off your clothes and get into the vat.”

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The night passed in silence. After soaking in the herbal solution for two hours and enduring inhuman pain, Lin Chen climbed out of the large vat, trembling. He stood in the open courtyard, taking deep breaths to slowly recover his clarity of mind.

A few breaths later, Lin Chen began moving his legs. Initially, his movements were slow, but as time passed, his kicking speed increased...

In the depths of the bamboo grove, Zhao Cangsheng watched this scene with a satisfied smile on his face.

He instructed Lin Chen to practice martial arts after soaking in the solution, not just to fast-track Lin Chen’s path in Extreme Martial Arts, but also to temper Lin Chen’s willpower further.

Yet Zhao Cangsheng couldn’t guarantee that Lin Chen could definitely succeed.

After all, he was just a sixteen-year-old boy!

Fortunately, Lin Chen didn’t disappoint him.

”The hardships you endure today will become stepping stones on your martial path.”

Zhao Cangsheng felt gratified, recalling the words of his late friend in his twilight years: ”Old Zhao, our Liang’s martial prowess is flourishing, with more martial artists than other countries. But if we speak of individual combat strength, it’s always a notch below the geniuses of other nations. My whole life has seemed absurd in the eyes of others because I wanted Liang to produce such a genius.”

”The Grand Ancestor Emperor was right. It’s better to foster many martial artists fairly than to pour resources into a few geniuses, preventing corruption and avoiding the mistakes of past dynasties.”

”Some say our Liang’s martial artists are inferior to those of other countries because those nations collude with the Demon Race, having their blood, and are born with divine power. But a thousand years ago, or even longer, how did our Human Race powerhouses stand against the Demon Race?”

”I’ve always believed that a thousand years ago, or even longer, the martial powerhouses of the Human Race could rely on their own strength to combat the Demon Race...”

Recalling his late friend’s words before his death, Zhao Cangsheng murmured, ”Old Qian, maybe your goal truly has hope of being achieved this time.”

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The fifth day, sixth day, seventh day...

The eighth day!

Inside the iron house.

Lin Chen’s figure flitted like a remnant shadow, weaving in and out among the eight bronze figures.

A horrifying roar and gusts of wind crashed inside the iron house, the sound of metal clashing echoed through the confined space.

As he looked at the eight bronze figures, the corners of Lin Chen’s mouth twisted into a grim smile. He pushed the Iron Bone Skill to the extreme, his skin and muscles glowing with a bronze sheen.

He charged into the bronze figures against a backdrop of fists, the sounds of Clear Wind Palm and Water Cloud Palm mixed with the clash of metal like a symphony.

After eighty breaths, eight bronze figures either knelt or fell, leaving only a bloodied silhouette standing in the center.

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Outside the iron house, Xue Yun watched the hourglass. As the time neared a hundred breaths, his eyes widened in shock.

Eight days, and Lin Chen was about to pass the first stage of Rank A special training?

He had already been shocked once when he learned Lin Chen had been promoted to Rank A special training. He wondered if the instructors might have overestimated Lin Chen.

The fact proved that the instructors had sharp eyes.

Ninety-five, ninety-six...

Xue Yun’s eyes sparkled, and just then, the door of the iron house was pushed open.

Seeing the door open, Xue Yun was stunned. Did Junior Brother Lin fail?

He couldn’t hold on in those last few breaths?

To endure over ninety breaths was already impressive. Maybe next time or the time after that, Junior Brother Lin would succeed.

Despite his regret, Xue Yun also felt relieved.

Regret that Lin Chen didn’t last a hundred breaths, but relief from his innate selfishness. He could accept that Lin Chen was a true martial genius, but needed it to stay within a range he could deal with.

The iron door opened, revealing Lin Chen with tattered clothes and covered in blood, and Xue Yun instinctively exclaimed, ”Junior Brother Lin came out, don’t be discouraged...”

”Wait... Junior Brother Lin, you came out!”

Halfway through the sentence, Xue Yun was like he’d seen a ghost. Lin Chen had exited, but he was alert and walking out.

How... how could this be?

”Yes, I came out.”

Lin Chen nodded, watching as Senior Brother Xue suddenly pushed past him to look inside. He too was puzzled.

If he could come out, didn’t that mean all eight bronze figures had fallen? What was still there to see, Senior Brother Xue?

PS: Sorry, today I went to visit my father-in-law’s relatives for the New Year, drank some alcohol, so the update is late. Normally with relatives on my side, once we finish eating, we’re done. But at my father-in-law’s side, as a new son-in-law, it would not be appropriate to leave early. I won’t ask for votes today, the midnight update might be delayed.