C3 Flaring of dark energy

"Got it, Uncle!" Wu Jiangxiong walked into the room and let out a sigh of relief when he saw Wu Junxuan walk to the sandbag and start to train.

Although this was unfair to Wu Junxuan as he bore the burden of the family at such a young age, he was still the only inheritor of the family, so in the future, he had to suffer a little.

Wu Junxuan was furious. He had thrown all his injuries to the back of his mind, but he only had one goal in mind — revenge!

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Wu Junxuan walked into the room and sat on the bed. Looking at his sister who was still unconscious, he felt a little upset.

Didn't he train in martial arts for so many years just to protect his family? But why didn't he make a move, causing his sister to be injured.

Wu Junxuan's eyes turned red as he started crying. His tears fell on his sister's face and slid down onto it.

"Brother …" Why are you crying? " Wu Xiaoluo opened her eyes slowly and looked at Wu Junxuan weakly.

"Big brother is not crying. Big brother will definitely not let anyone hurt you again!" Wu Xiaoluo lay in her brother's arms, and they slept in each other's arms.

Early the next morning, just as the sky was starting to brighten, sounds of "humph hah" came from the yard. Wu Junxuan was like a dragon or snake, his fists and palms were flying all over the place.

After finishing the punches, Wu Junxuan released a breath of air. After the incident yesterday, Wu Junxuan secretly decided that if he wanted to avenge his parents, he had to be strong.

Wu Junxuan picked up the pot and poured the sand into it. After more than a month of practice, his hands could already adapt to the scorching pain. If it weren't for the maintenance of the medicine, his hands would have been crippled by now.

"Ha …" Wu Junxuan slowly channeled the power in his hands into the iron sand. The essence of the Iron Palm was that the inner strength would penetrate the two palms and practice step by step, while the arms could not use the rigid force.

"How rare …" "He got up earlier than me." Wu Jiangxiong walked out of his room and stretched his muscles, "Go and split that rock and take a look."

Wu Junxuan walked to the wall, picked up a rock and placed it on the stone table. Wu Junxuan hesitated as he looked at the stone. After all, he had only practiced for two months, and it would be difficult to split the stone.

"What are you still thinking about? Hurry up and attack!" Wu Junxuan slowly lifted up his hands and slapped the rock with both of his palms.

"Kacha..." The stone was cut into two halves. Wu Junxuan stared at his own hand in disbelief. His palm turned black as he retracted the force. Then, his palm returned to its original state.

When the Iron Palm was at the intermediate stage, the skin on the hand would turn black and rough. Of course, this was only the case when the palm power was released.

"Uncle …" "What's going on?"

Wu Jiangxiong smiled and said, "Not bad, but I still need to practice. I'll teach you some new things today. Come with me."

Wu Junxuan opened the bottle and wiped his hands before leaving the courtyard with his uncle. At the back of the village was a beautiful landscape of mountains.

Wu Jiangxiong brought Wu Junxuan to a small stream. In a bamboo forest beside the stream, there was a bamboo house.

Wu Jiangxiong said in a deep voice, "You can practice here from now on." In the courtyard in front of the bamboo house, there were two jars and two stone locks, each weighing about a hundred kilograms.

"Our Baji Fist can be said to be both internal and external. Today, I will teach you another set of Internal Martial Arts, Form and Will Boxing!" Xing Yi Fist focused on momentum, fighting with one's life, if one did not dare to fight, they would lose their life! The boxing style of the Xing Yi Martial Art went straight to the point. "Ten years in Tai Chi, and one year in Xing Yi." One could imagine how tyrannical and fierce the Form and Will Boxing was.

"I'll do it once!" Wu Jiangxiong's legs bent slightly like a bow, his left leg was in front, and his right leg was at the back. He turned around and stuck his body into the ground as if he was rooted in place, putting all the strength in his body together.

The Three Xing Yi Postures were the mother of all. If his master hadn't taught him, he wouldn't have been able to practice, and could very likely have crippled himself in the process.

Wu Jiangxiong slowly lifted up his left hand, turned it over, and at the same time, stomped his foot on the ground. His body was like a leopard ready to pounce.

"Bang bang!" A series of explosions could be heard as the aura in the air seemed to break apart.

"Drilling Fist!" His feet landed on the ground and his punch was as fast as lightning.

"Collapse Fist …" Wu Jiangxiong slowly breathed out and calmed his breathing. He then changed his hands and stomped his feet on the ground. His fists were like arrows and his momentum was like mountains collapsing and the earth shaking!

"Bang bang …" The Cannon Fist was like fire, and the explosive force was like a cannonball. It was the most powerful form of the Five Appearances Fist. After a few rounds of punching, Wu Jiangxiong's face did not turn red nor did he breathe heavily. He slowly let out a long sigh of relief.

Wu Jiangxiong sat at the bamboo table in the courtyard and said, "I haven't practiced Xing Yi Martial Arts in a long time. When I was young, I met a master of Xing Yi Martial Arts.

Wu Junxuan acted like his uncle and put up a stance, then pushed off the ground with his foot and punched out.

"This won't do, you should first stand up from the Three Postures. No matter how hard you practice, it will always be the same at the end."

Wu Junxuan had been living in this bamboo house ever since. Every time when it was time to eat, his sister Xiao Rou would bring him food.

All day long, besides training, he would carry a sandbag and run around the mountain to increase his stamina. Through the Three Postures, Wu Junxuan felt that his bones and tendons had changed a lot, especially his spine, which would occasionally make crisp popping sounds. It was a very comfortable feeling.

"Kid, let's eat. Don't practice anymore."

"Uncle, why are you here? Where's Xiao Rou?" Wu Jiangxiong walked in with his basket and placed it on the table.

Wu Jiangxiong said softly, "Xiao Rou is not feeling well." "Uncle, these days, I feel like my spine is going to crack every now and then."

"That's probably because you're about to break through." Wu Jiangxiong threw a punch towards Wu Junxuan as he finished his words. Wu Junxuan didn't have time to dodge, and his punch landed squarely on his left shoulder. Strangely enough, Wu Junxuan's body went soft, and his shoulder shook slightly, causing his uncle's fist force to fly back to him.

Wu Jiangxiong smiled and said, "Not bad, you actually stepped into the inner strength stage."

"Hidden Strength?" "This is the hidden strength …" Wu Junxuan couldn't believe it. For him, those levels were unimaginable.

"Show me your battle technique..." Wu Junxuan stood up in the Three Postures, throwing out a series of punches like a rainbow. Each of his punches was powerful, vigorous, and just right in time.

"Bang bang!" The sounds of explosions resounded in his ears. With the foundation of ten years of cultivation and five years of practice, Wu Junxuan's cultivation had grown by leaps and bounds.

Wu Jiangxiong said softly, "Very good, this is the man of my Wu family …"

This was the first time Wu Junxuan heard his uncle praise him, which meant that his skills had improved. Although he had just stepped into the inner strength, it would still take a lot of physical strength to unleash it.

"Now, I can choose my own cultivation method and improve my own strength. I should be considered as having left my apprenticeship."

Wu Jiangxiong said softly, "From now on, you must practice more. Even if I'm not by your side, you must still remember to practice. You must not waste any martial arts."

"Got it, Uncle!"

"En, you can continue practicing. I'll be going back first. In a few days it'll be your twenty-third birthday. You can go back and live. Xiao Rou will miss you too."

Wu Junxuan hadn't left the forest in years and had been cultivating his martial arts. Now that he had grown into a young man, the bulging muscles on his body made him look like a stone. His bronze-colored skin gave people a strong sense of power.

"Brother …" "It's time to go back and eat. Today is your birthday! I've cooked your favorite food!" Xiao Rou was also as slender and graceful as she had been in the past few years. She was no longer the mischievous little girl from before.

He had long hair tied behind his head, white wrinkles on his face, light red lips, big eyes as clear as water, and a long white dress. He looked elegant and refined.

"Brother …" Are you done yet? " Wu Xiaoluo sat down on a rock by the river impatiently. Then, she saw Wu Junxuan walk out of the river.

Wu Xiaoluo's face reddened and she quickly said, "Brother …" Why are you not wearing any clothes? It's not good for others to see. " Wu Junxuan smiled and stretched out his hand to take the clothes. "It's only been a few years, but she's actually turned into a little beauty now."

"I'm a big kid now, we can't play like we used to. You need to be more careful in the future." Wu Xiaoluo pouted and said righteously.

"Alright, let's go back and eat!" Wu Junxuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He couldn't do anything about his sister.