Chapter Fifteen: The Beginning of Ascetic Practices

  "......" Lin Feng was speechless. Isn't this the same as saying nothing?

  Lin Heng said seriously, "On the battlefield, situations change in an instant. As a commander, one must have a clear mind and be able to respond appropriately according to the situation on the battlefield. These experiences are something that even I cannot teach you. However, Feng Er, you were destined to become a commander, understanding this might help you avoid seeing a few more comrades fall."

  Lin Feng's face showed a thoughtful expression, and Lin Heng continued: "Remember, Feng'er, one person's power is always limited. Otherwise, there wouldn't be the existence of sect armies. On the battlefield, the commander's wisdom and the power in his hands are equally important."

  Lin Feng nodded and said: "Father, I understand!"

  Lin Hengdao: "Alright, but we came here mainly to increase our strength. Only with sufficient strength can one become a commander. Think about what I just said carefully, now let's continue practicing fist techniques! I'll go catch a few male wolves for you."

  After finishing, he waved his hand, and the little tiger let out a mournful cry, walking towards its mother. The mother tiger gave a dissatisfied low growl, and quickly took the little tiger away with her. Then Lin Heng's figure also disappeared once again.

  After a moment, the sound of wolf howls came, Lin Heng walked quickly from afar, with five robust male wolves following behind him.

  These wolves are nearly ten feet long, and their height is also over five feet. The bristles on their backs stand upright, and their eyes flash with green cold light. However, they follow Lin Heng's back very docilely, as if they are extremely afraid of Lin Heng.

  Lin Heng walked up to Lin Feng, stretched out his hand and pointed at a male wolf. The male wolf let out a low growl and walked in front of Lin Feng, its bloodthirsty eyes fixed on him.

  Lin Feng stared at Gong Lang, his eyes also flashing with fierce fighting spirit.

  "Kill it, don't let it attack you." Lin Heng ordered.

  "Yes, Father." Lin Feng nodded.

  Lin Heng turned around with his hands behind his back and walked more than ten zhang away, the other four male wolves followed him obediently and stood beside Lin Heng.

  Lin Heng waved his hand, and the wolf-like creature suddenly became sharp-eyed, its body arched towards Lin Feng in a charge!

  Lin Feng let out a low shout, suddenly stomped the ground with one foot, and his body leapt up, already arriving at the top of the male wolf's head. Then, he heavily stepped on the male wolf's back!

  The so-called copper head and iron tail tofu waist, the wolf's body is most vulnerable to the waist, this foot as long as it is solid, enough to make the wolf's waist break off, no longer has the power to attack!

  That wolf suddenly stood up straight and rose, had already avoided Lin Feng's attack, opened its mouth and pounced towards Lin Feng!

  "Hmm!" Lin Feng's eyes flashed, and during the fall, his right leg kicked out like a long whip, heavily kicking the wolf's neck!

  "Ahh! ~"

  Gong Lang was kicked out several feet and Lin Feng also fell to the ground.

  Watching Lin Feng's movements, Lin Heng also nodded slightly imperceptibly.

  The male wolf rolled over and got up, pouncing towards Lin Feng once again. Lin Feng's eyes flashed as he continuously kicked the ground, running out a strange arc that brought him to the side of the male wolf. He then swung his fist, unleashing a tiger-like roar as it heavily smashed into the male wolf's waist!

  "Crack!"

  With a crisp sound, the male wolf let out a miserable howl and its body went limp, falling to the ground with intense convulsions. Lin Feng's punch had shattered its lumbar vertebrae!

  Another four male wolves appeared, and in an instant their eyes turned blood red. If Lin Heng hadn't been there to suppress them, they would have probably pounced over already!

  Lin Heng's face was calm and serene, his voice low and steady as he said, "Send it away!"

  Lin Feng nodded, his right leg swung up like a sickle and heavily smashed onto the wolf's head.

  That wolf let out a miserable howl, its mouth and nose bleeding profusely, it looked like it was done for.

  A faint smell of blood wafted through the air, causing the four male wolves beside Lin Heng to almost go berserk!

  Lin Feng looked at the dead wolf, his eyes shining brighter, and excitedly licked his lips.

  Lin Heng was shocked and immediately burst out laughing: It seems that his own son is a born warrior!

  When Lin Feng's gaze fell on him, Lin Heng's face turned stern and he said coldly, "This wolf is as powerful as you are. Your Tiger Form Fist has reached the fourth level before, killing it wouldn't be anything."

  Lin Feng nodded, at the age of ten he had already reached the fourth level of Hu Xing Quan and could capture tigers and leopards alive. Although his strength had decreased now, his realm was still there, defeating this male wolf was indeed nothing to be proud of.

  "Withstand for a moment under the attack of these two male wolves, and don't get hurt. After a moment, kill these two male wolves!" Lin Heng said.

  As soon as the words fell, two male wolves rushed out at the same time and pounced on Lin Feng, while Lin Feng flashed his body and charged into the middle of the two male wolves...

  One minute later.

  Two male wolves lay dead on the ground, Lin Feng's body was covered in blood, his face filled with shame.

  "Attack power is still okay, but the body method is still far from enough." Lin Heng said with a serious face, "Now, kill these two male wolves within one minute!"

  Lin Feng let out a loud roar and his figure flashed out like lightning, all the anger in his chest was vented on the last two unlucky male wolves...

  ……

  Half a day passed quickly, and during this half-day period, Lin Heng did not give any guidance on Lin Feng's tiger-shaped fist, but instead caught a large number of wild wolves to fight with Lin Feng.

  Tiger Fist Tempering the body is done in the process of practicing. In the fighting process with the wild wolf, it is also constantly stirring up the heaven and earth yuan gas to temper the body. In this process, Lin Feng's combat skills are improving while his internal strength is rapidly recovering.

  However, as more and more wild wolves fought with Lin Feng at the same time, a large number of injuries gradually appeared on his body. These injuries were all superficial wounds and did not affect him much, but Lin Feng's body was covered in blood.

  "We arrived here in the morning, Feng'er, take a rest, we'll continue this afternoon," said Lin Heng.

  At some point, Lin Heng had already boiled a pot of hot water and poured it into the large wooden bucket, where fresh herbs were soaking.

  "Go soak in it, it's good for your injuries." Lin Heng pointed to a bucket of hot water.

  Lin Feng's words were like a gentle breeze, and he jumped into the wooden barrel. Instantly, a refreshing feeling enveloped his body, and the wounds on his body began to heal quietly.

  But Lin Feng sighed in his heart, such injuries, if it were his father back then, would have been healed with just a wave of his hand, just like the knight captain "Zhang Shu" from that day.

  The broken arm had a great impact on Father's strength.

  "You take a rest, I'll go cook lunch." Lin Heng said, turning around and walking into the stone house.

  Lin Feng soaked in hot water, while his injuries slowly recovered, a girl's figure appeared before his eyes.

  "Ye Zi..." Lin Feng's face showed a hint of a happy smile as he recalled the sudden light kiss at their farewell, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

  "Hah! You little stinker, have you finally figured it out?" An old man's voice suddenly echoed in Lin Feng's mind...

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