Martial Dao: Peace by Force

Chapter 295: Chapter 176: Attribute Breaks 3, This Is My Path

The ”Perform one Extreme Evasion” requirement for the Special Level was already complete.

Seventy-eight thousand repetitions down, twenty-two thousand to go.

At his current training intensity, it would probably take about another week.

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[Illustrated Guide: Cloud-Breaking Fist] (Mastery: Intermediate)

[High Level Skill Requirement: Practice this Fist Technique 30,000 times] (3,000/30,000)

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Wan Ze had already mastered this Fist Technique, which he’d learned from Zhai Jia, to the Intermediate level.

’Three thousand times... He was just a zero short of thirty thousand.’

’The advantage is mine!’

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[Illustrated Guide: Twelve Divine Intentions Fist] (Mastery: Intermediate)

[High Level Skill Requirement: Practice the Twelve Forms 30,000 times] (3,000/30,000)

Each of the Twelve Forms possessed its own divine intent. It wasn’t enough to simply perform the movements correctly; one had to become the form itself.

The tiger must be fierce, the dragon must be fluid, the snake must be supple... Each essence had to be absorbed into his very bones. Only then would the fist technique have a soul.

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[Illustrated Guide: Heaven and Earth Sword Pulling Slash] (Mastery: Beginner Level)

[Basic Skill Requirement: Perform the Pulling Slash 50,000 times] (16,000/50,000)

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’Thirty-four thousand more to go.’

The cultivation of this Swordsmanship was more monotonous than any Fist Technique... Draw the sword, sheathe the sword. Draw the sword, sheathe the sword. Ten thousand times, twenty thousand times, fifty thousand times.

But with every draw, he could feel himself improving.

The speed of his draw was increasing. The arc of the blade’s flash was shortening. The burst of his Qi was growing more precise. There were no shortcuts with this Swordsmanship, only grueling practice.

Wan Ze silently withdrew his gaze.

He then focused his attention on his personal attribute panel. This was the moment he looked forward to most at the end of his daily cultivation.

It was like a farmer checking on his crops before the harvest.

[Physical Strength: 2.97]

[Intelligence: 2.82]

[Agility: 2.86]

[Endurance: 2.85]

[Power: 3.02]

[Coordination: 2.81]

’Power finally broke 3.’

A faint smile appeared on Wan Ze’s face.

The requirement to learn the Void Spirit-Slaying Sword was that all Attributes had to be at least 3.5.

He was getting closer and closer.

Wan Ze calculated silently.

The Ten Thousand Waves Secret Martial Arts would boost All Attributes. Wave-Treading Shocking Swan was almost complete as well. And while the other three Middle Tier Martial Skills from the Secret Palace were only Middle Tier, together they would still provide a considerable increase to his attribute values.

He still needed 0.68 Intelligence, 0.64 Agility, 0.65 Endurance, and 0.69 Coordination.

At his current pace, each attribute would require completing the Intermediate-level tasks for at least two or three Martial Skills to make up the deficit.

It would all take time.

He closed his eyes, carefully sensing the changes in his body from the increase in All Attributes.

As his qi and blood circulated within him, Wan Ze could feel its speed and temperature. He could even perceive the subtle vibrations as it passed through each of his meridians.

Then, he tried to control it with his will, and to his surprise, the flow of his qi and blood began to decelerate rapidly.

Even Wan Ze himself was somewhat surprised.

’My fine control over my body has actually reached this level of precision!’

He opened his eyes and looked down at his hands.

He spread his palm, his fingers fanning out slightly, before slowly clenching them into a fist.

Wan Ze had performed this motion countless times, but this time was different. He could feel the path of every muscle, every tendon, and every joint in his fingers as he closed his hand.

This level of control wasn’t something one could gain from practicing just one or two Martial Skills.

It was an instinct born from the body itself, forged through dozens of Martial Skills, tens of thousands of practice drills, and countless life-or-death struggles.

Ultimately, cultivation in the Martial Dao refines itself into pure, physical instinct.

’Cultivating so many Martial Skills... The pressure isn’t small.’

Wan Ze muttered to himself, his voice so soft that only he could hear, ”The biggest problem is time. Even if I gave up eating, drinking, and sleeping, it would still take an immense amount of time to make rapid progress.”

Wan Ze took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

The stale air in his chest was completely expelled.

’Observe your actions, find stability in gradual progress... It cannot be rushed.’

He’d read that line in a Boxing Manual somewhere and had dismissed it as a useless cliché at the time.

Only now, thinking back on it, could he truly appreciate its meaning.

The goal of practicing martial arts wasn’t speed, but stability.

Once you achieved stability, speed would naturally follow.

The more you rushed, the slower you became. The less you rushed, the further ahead you’d get.

’However, if I could use Stealing Celestial Secret on more Spiritual Forms, I could practice my Cultivation in Huangliang... There would certainly be ample time in that place.’

Huangliang... that was his second training ground, his ace in the hole for pulling ahead of the pack.

’As long as I can steal more Spiritual Forms... But that requires more old artifacts!’

”Brother!!!”

Just then, the voice of his younger sister, Xiaoyu, suddenly called out from outside the door. She sounded extremely urgent, as if something earth-shattering had happened.