Chapter 62: Creating One's Own Fist Technique

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  The Wei family has two cultivation halls, one of which is open to the outside world and all members of the Wei family can cultivate in it. The other requires a certain amount of silver to enter.

  There are two places for cultivation, and there is no strict difference. In simple terms, one is a public cultivation place, and the other is a personal cultivation place, with the prerequisite of paying expensive fees.

  The personal training room has another advantage, that is, everything inside is compressed by gravity, so it can be called a gravity room. Training in it can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

  Wei Hong arrived at the training grounds and, after a simple inquiry, directly inquired about it. Whether it was the Barbarian King Fist or the Overlord Saber, both required a sense of oppression. Moreover, Wei Hong didn't lack money at this time, so he went straight to the entrance for personal cultivation.

  Because it was just a small gravity training field, all the gravity was the same. After inquiring about the price, one hour cost 5,000 taels, which was indeed a bit expensive. However, Wei Hong was now wealthy and extravagant, so he directly ordered two hours and took a wooden token before entering.

  "Big brother, you see that this kid is absolutely a rich master, and judging from his appearance, he should be from the branch family. Do you think we should..." After Wei Hong entered, at the entrance of the training ground not far away, a short man with a greedy look in his eyes whispered to another person.

  "Hey, why not take the free money? And we can also educate these country bumpkins at home, don't be so arrogant." As soon as the short boy's voice fell, the sturdy boy spoke up, with a slightly fat face revealing an unpleasant expression, but he didn't lower his voice, instead seeming rather arrogant.

  Some passersby who were practicing in the training ground heard the conversation between the two and shook their heads slightly, it seemed that someone was going to be unlucky again. Although these two people's character wasn't great, their strength wasn't weak either. Each of their cultivations was at least at the 8th rank of martial artist, and in the Wei family, they were quite famous, with a notorious reputation as the "Despicable Duo".

  A short and thin man, named Wei Eleven, had a yellowish complexion and looked as if he hadn't eaten enough for days. On the other hand, there was a robust-looking man called Wei Tong, who formed a stark contrast with Wei Eleven. His face was as big as a horse's bucket, and his body was extremely wide.

  The two of them mixed together, and it can be said that they were a perfect match made in heaven. They often bullied some weak and young members of the Wei family, but the two of them also had very strong principles, which was to never harm anyone and never fight among themselves.

  For these two extremes, the people above also turn a blind eye and have a set of rules for the Wei family. As long as no one is killed, other things are not managed.

  Just as the two were preparing to conspire, Wei Zhen had already quickly walked over from afar. Seeing that there was no one in sight, Wei Hong opened his mouth and said: "Looking at his attire, he is indeed a member of the separated family, I suppose he is not wealthy. Let's go find him at the public cultivation grounds!"

  The girl in yellow and the boy in white also had no opinion, so after the three of them decided, they directly entered the training arena. At this time, Wei Tong looked at Wei Zhen and the three of them, exchanging a glance with Wei Eleven, his face revealing a hint of bitterness: "How did Wei Zhen and Third Miss both come? Now, how are we going to make money?"

  "What's the big deal, we're not hurting anyone, just taking what's owed to us. At worst, we'll just lay low for a while, bro. Can't let me leave a bad impression on Third Miss's heart." Wei Eleven spoke with a nonchalant tone, but his voice was actually lowered and slightly trembling.

  "Hmph, what's there to be afraid of? Third Young Miss is so gentle and lovely, it's a pity she's not worth anything." Wei Tong gazed at Wei Eleven with a hint of disdain in his eyes, coldly snorting.

  He finished speaking and walked in another direction, while Wei Tong's movements made Wei Eleven reveal a puzzled expression, and he quickly followed up to ask: "Brother, what are you doing?"

  "What can we do? Of course, we have to avoid this training ground. Do you want Third Young Miss to see the not-so-good side of us two? You're really an idiot!" Wei Tong looked at Wei Eleven with a "looking-at-an-idiot" expression and said.

  Wei Hong held the wooden sign with the number 15, came to a stone room, pushed open the door and stepped inside. As soon as his right foot entered, he felt a surge of pressure coming from all directions, as if it was going to crush his body. Wei Hong struggled to turn around and closed the stone room door.

  Wei Hong finally had the leisure to start sizing up the stone room, which was less than ten square meters in size. Except for a stone bed, it was empty. Wei Hong first sat down on the stone bed to get used to the gravity.

  A moment later, Wei Hong's mouth corner revealed a hint of a smile, and he stood up directly, feeling that he was gradually adapting to the gravity. With a light drink, he started punching out.

  Due to the influence of gravity, Wei Hong, who was normally extremely fast, seemed to be in slow motion at this time. Every move and every style was performed exceptionally slowly, but Wei Hong was extremely satisfied with this effect, which allowed him to think about his fist technique.

  "Fist method, the key is to concentrate all strength in the fist, both fast and accurate." Wei Hong muttered to himself, his punches were getting slower and slower, but the power was getting stronger and stronger.

  "Not true."

  Wei Hong slightly shook his head, always feeling like something was missing. The Barbarian King Fist emphasized a fierce and powerful energy, pursuing an unstoppable momentum, but could relying solely on this really lead to the ultimate goal?

  Wei Hong fell into deep thought, he himself didn't know how many punches he had thrown, suddenly, a gleam of joy flashed in his eyes, with a loud shout, he threw a punch forward, before he could catch his breath, Wei Hong threw another punch.

  Two fists, surprisingly in two different directions, as if they were two rhythms coming out of the fist, and, corresponding to the first fist, the second fist actually had a hint of the same echo.

  "Boom!"

  When the power of the first punch had not yet been exerted, the second punch attacked, and the double punches overlapped, causing the wall to rumble loudly, finally being dissipated by gravity.

  Wei Hong's face showed a hint of satisfaction, which was enough to become his own trump card when facing the enemy. Next, Wei Hong once again familiarized himself with it, thinking about the move he had thought of in the gravity room, so Wei Hong named this the Fourth Style of the Barbarian King Fist: Ox Strength Charging Heaven.

  Wei Hong then began to cultivate his knife skills, and as he drew out the Overlord Knife, three knife intents directly unfolded from deep within his soul. The entire gravity room was filled with a knife aura, as if in an instant, everything had become a world of knives.

  Wei Hong slowly cultivated his knife aura, and his three-point knife intent had already reached an extreme. If there was no extraordinary encounter, it would be difficult to improve in the short term. Therefore, Wei Hong began to cultivate his knife technique next.

  The Blade Dominance Three Forms, Wei Hong is preparing to master the third form in the shortest time possible. Otherwise, among so many talented young men in the Wei family, it would be difficult for him to stand out, especially since his cultivation level is not high and he can only rely on technique and skill.

  Unbeknownst to him, two periods of time had quietly passed. Wei Hong's face revealed a hint of bitter smile: "It seems that the third form is indeed not easy to cultivate, but I've created my own fourth form, which isn't bad either. Learning to be content, as for the Blade Emperor's third form, let's wait until tomorrow's test is over before cultivating it again!"

  Wei Hong thought this way, then left the practice room and quickly walked towards the fourth courtyard. However, when he saw two people with characteristics blocking his way, he was slightly stunned, then a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, trouble has arrived.