Infinite Fighting

Chapter 29: Nine-turn Tiger Bone Pill

On the hospital bed, Zhang Ji's right arm was wrapped tightly and fixed.

Just had surgery to remove the bullet.

Because of his powerful martial arts skills, the operation was quite difficult.

In front of Zhang Ji, there is a support frame with a landscape painting on it, which shows a waterfall.

The flow is rapid, rushing down from the top of the mountain and turning into a silver line.

This is the picture found on the water monster.

When Zhang Ji saw it, he knew that this was the skill visualization diagram that recorded the [Flowing Water School] fighting skill [Waterfall] that he used.

The information conveyed by words is not as obvious as that conveyed by pictures.

Therefore, many truly advanced fighting skills are passed down through blueprints.

The draftsman will often immerse his or her own artistic conception into the painting, so that the viewer can perceive the mystery of the skill itself.

Especially these [Xuanxinliu] fighting techniques that borrow the power of heaven and earth require the most understanding.

If you cannot master the corresponding mental resonance frequency, you will not be able to perform these fighting skills.

Zhang Ji’s talent is at the player level, which is the top level of human beings.

His comprehension was naturally not bad. After seeing this picture, he could vaguely sense something.

It's just not clear, and it's impossible to really get a glimpse of the mystery.

He also understood the reason.

[Xuanxin Style] Fighting techniques that draw on the power of heaven and earth often require a certain spiritual foundation.

I'm afraid his current mental strength is not up to standard.

It takes time to truly understand and successfully practice.

It would be best if there was a technique specifically for tempering the spirit. Otherwise, relying solely on the natural nourishment of the Dragon Shape Fist's Qi and the enhancement of physical strength to replenish the spirit would take an unknown amount of time.

“Knock knock knock! Junior-Martial Brother Zhang, it’s me!”

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in." Zhang Ji said.

Zhou Hao pushed the door open and walked in, holding a large dinner plate in his hand.

On top was the roast duck sliced with alternating fat and lean parts, and the main dish was an unimaginable amount.

Zhou Hao helped Zhang Ji put the roast duck on the dining aid arm beside Zhang Ji's bed and said to Zhang Ji, "This meal you want is really hard to make. The chef spent a lot of time studying it before making it. It takes a lot of time."

"Why not just buy some instant roast duck rice online? Why bother the chef?" Zhang Ji said.

"That stuff has too many additives. Eating too much is not good for your health." Zhou Hao explained.

"Thank you for your help." Zhang Ji replied.

As he spoke, his mind moved, and the brain-computer device attached to his temple transmitted the thought to the auxiliary arm. It put down the visualization picture, picked up the plate directly, and began to feed him in big mouthfuls.

While Zhang Ji was eating, Zhou Hao also said: "This is not a problem at all. I feel bad for letting you get hurt like this."

In addition to the bullet in Zhang Ji's arm, the sudden blow also pulled his tendons and bones, and injured his lungs due to excessive force. He didn't feel anything at the time, and he forced himself to rush out and fought the water monster for dozens of rounds. It can only be said that adrenaline is really powerful.

"How is the pharmaceutical factory going?" Zhang Ji asked during a break in his meal.

"We stopped them in time before they had a chance to detonate the bomb. Elder Wang Quan also came, but he didn't let them take away the people and raw materials." Zhou Hao said.

"That's good." Zhang Ji nodded.

"By the way, I got you something."

As Zhou Hao spoke, he took out a sealed wooden box about the size of a palm from his pocket.

The wooden box is wrapped in several layers and seems to be sealed with wax.

Zhang Ji really couldn't imagine what kind of thing could be kept in this way.

"What? Dahuandan?" Zhang Ji asked.

"You are so bold. You don't even know whether the Vajra Sect's Great Huan Dan still exists in the world. How can I get it for you?" Zhou Hao said.

"What is that?" Zhang Jidao asked.

"Nine-turn Tiger Bone Pill!" Zhou Hao said, "It's something from our Five Form Sect. Forty years ago, this one could be exchanged for 10 million. Now, it's almost impossible to buy it."

"What's the use?"

Zhang Ji curiously took it with the robotic arm and looked at it.

"It's specially made for healing bone injuries. It won't leave you with any sequelae. After you take it, it will make your tendons and bones stronger. Now, this kind of thing can't be manufactured in our sect anymore. We can't even find the hundred-year-old tiger. The third-level tiger bone pill is the best." Zhou Hao said.

An average tiger can live for 20 to 30 years at most. A hundred-year-old tiger is a rare beast born in the special environment of this world.

"Thank you." Zhang Ji said.

"Why are you thanking me? It's too formal." Zhou Hao said with a smile, "Just swallow the tiger bone pill after you finish your meal. Take it early. It will help your injury. I have something to take care of here. See you later."

"Go and get busy." Zhang Ji nodded.

Zhou Hao nodded, then turned and left.

After Zhang Ji finished his meal, he used his auxiliary arm to open the package of the Nine-Turn Tiger Bone Pill, revealing the wax-sealed pill inside.

The pill is an extremely pure blood red color and is about the size of a little finger.

Zhang Ji put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, but didn't smell anything, so he put it directly into his mouth and swallowed it.

Then Zhang Ji looked at the skill diagram of [Waterfall] again.

Unfortunately, he was not in good spirits and he looked for a long time but got no results.

In other words, if the conditions are not met, you cannot learn it.

As he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt a warm current coming from his abdomen, and then naturally spread around his body.

"The medicine is working!"

Zhang Ji immediately determined that the "Nine-turn Tiger Bone Pill" was effective. This warm current was very clear, and after reaching various parts of the body, Zhang Ji felt very comfortable.

Especially the injured part of my right arm, it felt numb and the pain suddenly decreased.

Zhang Ji closed his eyes and enjoyed it silently.

Before he knew it, Zhang Ji had fallen asleep.

When he woke up, it was already late at night.

Next to his bed, there was a newly delivered roast duck rice covered with a quilt, as well as a few bouquets of flowers, fruits and other things.

I don't know who sent it.

Time came to the next day.

Zhang Ji felt that the pain in his right arm had been reduced a lot, and he even felt that he could move it a little.

All of a sudden, Zhang Ji clearly felt the value of the "Nine-Turn Tiger Bone Pill".

It was almost noon when Li Long and Wang Quan also arrived at Zhang Ji's room.

"It was my fault this time. I wanted to let you go down the mountain and relax, but I didn't expect you to encounter such a thing." Li Long said.

Zhang Ji naturally wouldn't blame Li Long.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, they talked about the origins of this group of people.

"They are a group of mercenaries. We lost the clues when we found the platform, but we can roughly guess who arranged it." Wang Quan said, "Most likely it was someone from Kang'an Pharmaceutical."

Zhang Ji didn't know what force Kang'an Pharmaceutical belonged to, let alone how strong the other party was. He was confused when he heard this.

Li Long explained: "It is the Lin family's business. They also have a traceless ointment."

Zhang Ji nodded, indicating that he understood that the Lin family was the family with the congressman and was also the family behind the Xianshan Sect.

He is not interested in the ins and outs behind these forces, he prefers to speak with his fists.

"There will be a martial arts competition held in Kyoto next month. Do you want to participate?" Li Long asked Zhang Ji.

"What level of strength is it?" Zhang Ji asked.

"As for the professional level, don't worry. There is no grandmaster, and the highest should be first-rate. With your ability, you should be able to get a very good ranking. If you get into the top ten, the reward will be quite good." Li Long said.

He knew very well what Zhang Ji was thinking.

During Li Long's contact with Zhang Ji, he felt that there were some problems with Zhang Ji's cognition.

I always felt that the Grandmaster was very common, and even regarded him as an imaginary enemy.

But in fact, grandmasters are really rare, and even professional fighters above the fifth dan are rare.

The Wuxing Sect, one of the most prominent sects in the country, only has five or six grand masters.

In the entire martial arts world, there are probably no more than thirty of them now, and most of them are over fifty years old.

"If I recover from my injury, I will go." Zhang Ji replied.

Li Long said the reward was good, so Zhang Ji felt it would be worthwhile for him to go.

"It will definitely get better. I've given you the Nine-Turn Tiger Bone Pills." Li Long said.

Zhang Ji understood it clearly. It seemed that Li Long also contributed to the production of this medicine.

During the conversation, Li Long glanced at the [Waterfall] visualization diagram placed beside Zhang Ji's bed.

"These things are some techniques used by ancient sorcerers. They are not systematic and far inferior to authentic martial arts. They are side techniques. You can dabble in them, but don't go too deep and neglect your own practice." Li Long warned.

"Well, I know." Zhang Ji replied.

At this stage, many of these techniques of borrowing the power of heaven and earth are indeed not systematic.

It's more about skills and techniques rather than methods.

Simply put, skills are things that can better utilize one's own attributes.

And the skills are something that strengthens attributes.

In the eyes of traditional martial artists, one is a technique and the other is a way, and the two cannot be compared.

But in fact, the two complement each other.

When Zhang Ji was playing games in his previous life, a B-level fighter told him a theory.

Techniques can help you gain insight into the ultimate truth.

Tao can also give rise to techniques.

For example, the spiritualization of the [Spiritual School] is the "Tao" born from the ultimate technique of integrating strength.

And who says practicing skills won’t increase attributes?

Aren’t control and so on considered attributes?

The schools within [Xuanxinliu] will also slowly improve mental strength during the practice process.

It's not just pure technique.

However, compared to those fighting skills that mainly improve basic attributes, these skills that focus on skills do have lower upper limits in early versions.

The process of recovering from an injury is very troublesome.

Zhang Ji was unable to practice martial arts for several days, and it was not until the sixth day that he was able to move around a little.

However, on the eighth day, his injuries had recovered to the point where he could resume normal activities.

His body's ability to recover, coupled with the blessing of the "Nine-Turn Tiger Bone Pill", shortened the recovery time from an injury that would have taken at least half a year and might have left sequelae to less than ten days with no side effects.

Afterwards, Zhang Ji began to practice again.

He practiced "Iron Shirt" three times a day and didn't feel any discomfort in his body at all.

The performance of "Dragon Shape Fist" is also smoother, and the extraction of Yuan Qi is faster.

Zhang Ji calculated that at this rate, he would be able to collect ten "Iron Shirt" fighting crystals in twelve days.

(End of this chapter)