NOVEL NEXT Chapter 38 Extreme Tiger
Yang Fei only felt his internal organs burning as if they were on fire.
His vision darkened in waves, he groaned, then collapsed awkwardly from the bed.
Su Yinxue was startled and quickly got up, "What's wrong with you? Do you need an ambulance?"
Yang Fei, with stars flashing before his eyes, shook his hand and, gritting his teeth, stood up.
He groaned, "No need, sigh, it's true what they say about beauty bringing disaster, can't touch it, can't even think about it."
"You bastard!"
Su Yinxue ground her teeth.
This asshole, he's spitting blood, yet still flirts so infuriatingly.
But why did she feel a bit of heartache for him?
Yang Fei straightened up and gave Su Yinxue a reassuring smile.
He said with a wry smile, "Good people don't live long, troublemakers live for a thousand years, don't worry, a super troublemaker like me definitely won't die early."
Yang Fei said and walked out of Su Yinxue's room with difficulty.
Su Yinxue, full of anxiety, called out, "Are you sure you don't need a doctor?"
"Don't worry, as my personal bodyguard, I will take care of the medical expenses."
Yang Fei shook his head and gave a bitter smile, "There's too much blood in my stomach, it's healthier to spit some out, no need to worry."
"Tch, who's worrying about you? I'm just concerned that if you die, I'll have to hire another personal bodyguard," she spat.
Su Yinxue made a spitting sound and then closed the door.
Yet she couldn't help peeking through the peephole at Yang Fei's departing figure, her expression complex.
Yang Fei wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, feeling somewhat heavy-hearted.
Ever since he clashed with the Alliance of Gods and was injured by Divine King Zeus, his internal organs had been severely hurt and had already acted up several times.
And each time was more serious than the last.
Who knew if the next flare-up would take his life?
After returning to his room, Yang Fei sat down cross-legged and regulated his breathing using the secret mental method.
Only then did the hot blood churning at his chest begin to calm, and the burning sensation subsided significantly.
Yang Fei knew this was only a temporary suppression of his internal injury, treating the symptoms but not the root cause.
Moreover, forcefully suppressing it would only make the next occurrence fiercer, he couldn't help but sigh.
Yang Fei sat blankly in a daze, and suddenly remembered the cowhide paper bag that his master had entrusted Fan Yi to deliver.
After a moment's contemplation, he took out the cowhide bag and opened the seal.
Since his master had said that the contents were useful for his injuries,
it was better to try them out rather than waiting to die.
Two items fell out of the cowhide paper bag.
One was a thin thread-bound booklet, its pages yellowed and its edges torn and curled.
It appeared to be an extremely old text.
On the dark green cover of the text were three ancient characters: Extreme Tiger!
Yang Fei was baffled and flipped through the thread-bound text, which turned out to be a Fist Technique.
This Fist Technique imitated the movements of a ferocious tiger pouncing, squatting, howling, and closing its eyes to create various moves.
The book was illustrated with paintings and accompanied by text, the paintings done in the ancient style of simple line drawing, each stroke neat and forceful.
The essence of the tiger was vivid, and even though one knew it was not real, it was still captivating and difficult to resist.
"Damn, what kind of Fist Technique is Extreme Tiger, Internal Sect Boxing or External Style Boxing? Why haven't I heard master mention this before?"
Yang Fei was full of doubt.
He carefully flipped through the entire book and found no pitfall techniques like "To practice this Divine Skill one must first castrate oneself," which put half his mind at ease.
He put down the Extreme Tiger text and shook his head.
He had no clue what Old Silver Stick was up to, then he picked up the other item.
The other item turned out to be a square bronze box, heavy in his hands.
The box's surface was engraved with various complex patterns, hinting at a mysterious and unfathomable atmosphere.
"What's inside this? Could it be some kind of Great Rejuvenation Pill or other healing holy medicine? Pah, I'd rather take an efficacious virility drug than that."
Yang Fei thought, but couldn't open the bronze box no matter what he tried.
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Suddenly, he found a groove at the opening.
Yang Fei tried pressing the groove, and with a click, the box slowly opened, revealing a warm yellow Jade Stone Base that rose gradually.
The entire base, carved purely from Warm Jade, emitted a faint halo.
In the center of the Jade Stone Base, there lay something that resembled an Amber Crystal, clear and transparent, irregularly round.
At first glance, the crystal seemed like the pupil of some wild beast, exuding a fierce and malevolent aura that hit him squarely in the face.
Yang Fei looked puzzled at these two items, unable to make heads or tails of them.
Master had said these two things would help with his internal injuries, but how exactly were they to be used?
Yang Fei went on to inspect the parchment bag thoroughly.
In the end, he found a handwritten note from his master inside the parchment bag, "Extreme Tiger Body Refinement, Tiger Amber is divine, Mysterious Art Nine Revolutions, Core Formation to Divine Communication."
The master's handwriting was elegant and smooth, but Yang Fei was utterly baffled.
He muttered to himself, "What does this Old Silver Stick actually want me to do?"
"Could it be that I'm supposed to swallow this thing and then practice this set of Fist Technique?"
He picked up the Tiger Amber and examined it closely from all angles.
As a result, Yang Fei discovered that within the clear crystal, there were mottled patterns.
The pattern closely resembled a tiny tiger, crouching on the ground and howling upwards, and the more he looked, the more it seemed to be true.
He couldn't help but laugh, "This thing is quite interesting, I wonder if it'll cause indigestion if I eat it?"
Being fearless by nature, he nonchalantly tossed the object into his mouth.
He had thought that the Amber Crystal would surely be extremely hard, and Yang Fei was really just trying it out.
But to his surprise, the Amber Crystal melted as soon as it entered his mouth, vanishing without a trace instantly.
At that moment, Yang Fei was completely dumbfounded.
He rushed to the mirror, looked left and right, only to find that there was nothing in his mouth.
He even stretched his finger down his throat to scratch and probe, but to no avail.
"It's gone, it's completely gone, how could this be?"
Yang Fei, usually easy-going and optimistic, suddenly felt anxious.
But no matter how much he contorted or tumbled, the piece of Tiger Amber had disappeared without a trace.
After much fussing, Yang Fei grew tired.
He consoled himself with a wry smile, "If it's gone, it's gone; the Old Silver Stick probably wouldn't harm me."
At this point, Yang Fei could only comfort himself in this way.
He decided to set aside the matter of the Tiger Amber Crystal and focus on studying Extreme Tiger.
This Fist Technique's poses were actually very straightforward.
The challenge was that each move was accompanied by a specific way of breathing.
These breathing methods varied, from long inhalations with short exhalations, to short inhalations with long exhalations, to a fast rhythm of nine breaths in and out, or emitting a long "Ao" howl.
All these peculiarities left Yang Fei completely bewildered.
"Damn it, nine moves, all with mental methods for Body Tempering, but no attacking methods."
"This Extreme Tiger doesn't seem like a Fist Technique at all, what is Old Silver Stick up to?"
Muttering to himself, Yang Fei was full of doubts, yet he studied the book and pondered earnestly.
Though Old Silver Stick's personal life was a mess, his Martial Arts were unfathomable.
He would never cause trouble out of nothing; if he asked him to practice this Fist Technique, there must be a good reason.
Extreme Tiger The First Style: Tiger Pounce!
Tiger Pounce was somewhat like the horse stance, with the whole body in a standing stake position, leaning forward, arms stretched out in front, knees slightly bent, and the spine slightly arched.
The whole posture resembled a hunting tiger, seemingly still, but full of dynamic tension.
Yang Fei mastered the stance, but to coordinate it with the unique breathing method of Extreme Tiger was not as simple.
Just as he got the stance right, he messed up the breathing again.
Just as his breath became even and regulated, the stance started to fall apart.
It was then that Yang Fei realized this seemingly simple Fist Technique was actually extremely difficult.
While Yang Fei was diligently at practice, Lin Xueyi's voice came from downstairs, "Yang Fei, come down quickly, Feng Biao is here."
Her voice was full of panic.
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