Chapter 6: The Three Styles of Barbarian Ox

  Deep in Mount Huang, a young man was practicing his fist technique slowly. If you look closely, you can see that although the young man's fist technique is relatively slow, it is absorbing the martial energy between heaven and earth, and storing it within himself.

  The Fierce Bull Boxing Technique, although it's a lower level technique, can attract the martial energy between heaven and earth onto one's body, making the physical body even stronger. The young man was none other than Wei Hong, who was currently practicing the Fierce Bull Boxing Technique repeatedly.

  From slow to fast, Wei Hongyue's punches became faster and faster, and the air around him actually made a whistling sound. His clothes fluttered in the wind. Due to his past life, he had already mastered the Barbarian Bull Fist, and now, as he punched more smoothly, he suddenly gained even deeper insight.

  Wei Hong's movements became more and more fierce, with a hint of the sound of an ox bellowing. It was said that in his previous life, Wei Hong had spent a whole month cultivating before he could produce this sound. Suddenly, Wei Hong clenched his fists and struck forward, shouting "Wild Ox Descends the Mountain."

  Only to see Wei Hong's two arms release their martial energy, condensing into two vivid yellow ferocious cows. The two ferocious cows were filled with violent auras, and with a long roar, the cow eyes opened wide in anger, four hooves slid simultaneously, bringing a strong gust of wind like a flying arrow.

  "Bang! Bang!"

  Two large trees nearby were hit, and their entire trunks shattered with a loud crash, startling several small birds.

  Wei Hong's mouth curled up in a faint smile, the first move of the Fierce Ox Fist was mastered. However, Wei Hong suddenly sat down on the ground with a thud, this Fierce Ox Fist although its moves were fierce and powerful, but its consumption of martial energy was extremely great.

  Just now with the martial energy condensed into a cow's body, the consumption is even greater. However, the effect it brings is indeed enormous. Later, as the boundary is promoted, the consumption can be completely ignored. However, for Wei Hong's current martial artist second-class cultivation, it is somewhat strenuous.

  He finished off the remaining meat dishes, and at this time, Wei Hong's appetite was simply like that of a barbaric cow, greatly increased. Moreover, Wei Hong felt that his double-fisted strength had already reached four hundred catties.

  Martial artists are divided into nine ranks, with the first rank having a strength of only 50 kilograms, while the second rank has a strength of 100 kilograms. The third rank has a strength of 200 kilograms, and so on. By the fifth rank, one's strength is already at 500 kilograms. However, Wei Hong has now learned the Barbarian Ox Fist, and his strength has almost reached that of the fifth rank.

  "In my previous life, when I learned the Fierce Ox Fist, my strength only increased by 50 kilograms. Could it be that the earlier one learns the Fierce Ox Fist, the greater the increase in strength?"

  Right, it must be so. If I master all three forms of the Barbarian Ox Fist, who knows how many kilograms my strength will reach?

  Wei Hong thought to himself, revealing a hint of anticipation, and finished eating the meat to restore his physical strength. After that, Wei Hong did not immediately practice the Wild Ox Fist, but instead digested the meat, channeling all his energy into his limbs before continuing his training.

  He stood up, and Wei Hong once again concentrated his mind and spirit, putting all his energy into the fist method. As before, he started slowly and then accelerated, with each move and style executed in a steady rhythm. At this moment, Wei Hong's clothes fluttered wildly, and every punch that landed in the air produced a loud cracking sound, as if it had hit a solid object.

  His whole body's martial energy revolved again, with each punch, Wei Hong used his full strength to strike out. Fierce and powerful, he was unstoppable, no matter how the enemy changed their moves a thousand times, I would absorb all the brute force and beat them until they begged for mercy.

  However, borrowing strength to strike back, just like hitting a cow over the mountain, but transforming roles and striking the enemy into nothingness. Wei Hong's heart was enlightened, so his cultivation accelerated even more.

  When the feeling of fatigue came again, Wei Hong did not stop to rest. Because he had not fully mastered the second form, Wei Hong naturally dared not rest. Moreover, the way of martial arts emphasizes will and faith.

  Unconsciously, time slipped away quietly. In the mountains and forests, birds and beasts were calling out in joy, but Wei Hong was still unaware of it, still deeply immersed in the barbaric cow boxing technique.

  "In my past life, although I had already learned it early on, I couldn't be the slightest bit careless. The path of martial arts emphasizes gradual progress, and since I started from a young age, I must have laid a solid foundation."

  Wei Hong suddenly withdrew his fist to his abdomen, and with a loud "pop" sound, he took three steps forward, his feet stomping on the ground in rapid succession.

  The fierce bull comes down from the mountain

  "Hit the cow across the sky"

  The Tyrant's Reign

  Wei Hong suddenly started from the first move, flowing like a river, and finished all three moves of the Wild Ox Fist. Wei Hong's arms shook violently, like an ox descending a mountain, and he charged forward again.

  The ox's bellowing sound echoed throughout Huangshan, startling a group of birds and beasts, and the two trees in front were once again blown to smithereens.

  "The three moves of the Fierce Ox have finally been mastered." Wei Hong withdrew his fist, revealing a hint of a smile, and then...

  "Cluck"

  A burst of hunger pangs in his stomach, Wei Hong felt a wave of muscle hunger. He saw the bright moon hanging high in the sky and couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. He had been practicing for an entire day.

  The sky had already darkened, and it was too late to return, so Wei Hong made a decisive move and took action again. He caught a few wild beasts, lit up a fire pit, and prepared to roast the meat. Over the past two days, Wei Hong hadn't encountered any extremely powerful demonic beasts either, so his courage had unconsciously grown.

  But just as Wei Hong was about to eat the meat, he suddenly felt a commotion behind him, his hair stood on end, and he jumped up abruptly, making an attacking gesture towards the back. However, what followed left Wei Hong stunned.

  ……

  The Wei Family

  Song Jia arrived at the small courtyard where Wei Hong was, pushed open the door and entered. What made him unexpected was that Wei Hong hadn't returned yet. The sky had already darkened, where did this kid go?

  "Did your young master say where he was going?" Song Jia looked at Xiao Ye and said coldly.

  "No, Master hasn't come back since he went out." Xiaoye looked at Song Jia with a flicker of fear in her eyes and said softly.

  Today, I heard that Wei Hong has actually broken through to the second rank of martial arts. Song Jia was naturally delighted in her heart, which means that Wei Song had another helper. As a father-son soldier, in his opinion, as Wei Hong's younger brother, he should help his older brother, so he came over hastily.

  Moreover, Song Jia had a selfish thought. With Wei Hong's innate talent, it was impossible to break through to the second rank of martial artist in a short period of time. So, was it possible that Wei Hong had obtained some kind of spiritual elixir or magical medicine by chance? If so, then let Wei Hong take it out and have Song Er consume it, and his strength would definitely increase again in a short period of time.

  With this intention, Song Jia arrived at Wei Hong's residence before the sky turned dark. This was her second visit to Wei Hong's place in three years. As soon as she found out that Wei Hong had limited talent, she had already eliminated him.

  The world of martial artists, naturally respects strength, chivalrous heroes break the rules with force, but it's not just talk, survival of the fittest, only the strong survive, the weak are destined to be eliminated and abandoned.

  However, if the opportunity arises and her abilities improve, she will naturally be reactivated again. Song Jia did not think that Wei Hong was no longer the same person at this time, and he may not listen to her words either.

  It was midnight, and Wei Hong still hadn't returned. Song Jia showed a hint of impatience, and once again confirmed in her mind that Wei Hong must have some reason for this. She coldly told Xiao Ye: "Tomorrow when Wei Hong returns, have him go to the inner courtyard to see me."

  He dropped this sentence and left directly.