Chapter 23: Martial Technique — Lin Family Three Bdes!

  Military District, Martial Arts Training Hall.

  “1024 kg!”

  “1019 kg!”

  “1030 kg!”

  Standing before a strength-testing machine, Lin Chen looked satisfied at the numbers his punches produced.

  Surpassing 1,000 kilograms—his strength had officially reached the standard of a mid-tier martial artist!

  Next was the speed test.

  “25.1 meters per second… 25.0… 25.3…”

  His speed was slightly below the mark, but still barely met the mid-tier martial artist benchmark of 25 m/s.

  Watching Lin Chen testing beside the machine, Li Nian nodded slightly, his face showing appreciation.

  To reach the level of a mid-tier martial artist at Lin Chen’s age wasn’t unheard of in the Grand Xia Nation, but even then, only a handful achieved it each year.

  But compared to Li Nian’s calm demeanor, Wang Xinyu was visibly more shocked.

  Her lips parted slightly, and her face showed an expression of utter disbelief.

  Seeing her reaction, Li Nian asked with a hint of confusion,“Sure, Lin Chen is gifted… but haven’t you seen other geniuses before? Why so surprised?”

  Wang Xinyu was a bit speechless and replied,“You don’t get it. He only broke through to junior-level martial artist one week ago…”

  That one sentence instantly caused Li Nian’s expression to change drastically.

  To become a mid-tier martial artist before the age of 18? Sure, it was rare—but not impossible.

  But to go from junior to mid-tier in just one week?

  That was monstrous!

  A look of seriousness appeared in Li Nian’s eyes as he muttered,“Even if he didn’t have the ability to travel to the cultivation realm… Lin Chen alone would still be a once-in-a-century prodigy in Grand Xia!”

  “He must be in the Sequence Program, right? What’s his rank?”

  Wang Xinyu recalled, “I think… Rank 589.”

  Li Nian frowned slightly at that.“589? That’s a bit low… But considering he hasn’t awakened a Martial Spirit yet, that rank is actually quite amazing.”

  Wang Xinyu said nothing.

  Indeed, martial talent and physical constitution were critical.

  But in the path of martial cultivation, the strength of one’s awakened Martial Spirit often determines the ceiling.

  Throughout history, there had been prodigies whose potential was wasted due to a poor Martial Spirit.

  Likewise, there had also been ordinary people who awakened a powerful Martial Spirit and were elevated to national key training targets.

  “But… Lin Chen might already be far beyond the category of 'prodigy' in the eyes of the nation.”

  Wang Xinyu thought to herself.

  As the first person to understand Lin Chen’s true ability, she had the highest hopes for his future.

  “Still, martial talent matters a lot!”

  She took photos of Lin Chen’s test results with her communicator wristband and sent them to Wang Lishan, hoping to help Lin Chen secure more support and resources.

  At that moment, Li Nian also approached Lin Chen and gave some pointers:

  “Martial artists with the same blood and energy level can still have wildly different power output… sometimes significantly so.”

  “What makes the difference is how you generate force.”

  Curious, Lin Chen paused his tests and asked:“How do I master that?”

  As a young major and Martial Spirit genius, Li Nian had plenty of insight on this.

  He expined patiently:“Even within the same body, different parts produce different power.”

  “For example, someone skilled in punches will generate the most power from their fists; someone who uses leg techniques will have greater leg strength. But in all cases, the key is to use your waist to drive your shoulders, bringing together the body’s full force to a single point.”

  “This method of generating power… through countless years of refinement… has become what we call martial techniques!”

  “A powerful technique can even allow a martial artist to unleash several times their own strength—be it with bde, sword, legs, or fists.”

  Lin Chen nodded repeatedly—he had just become a martial artist and didn’t know much of this.

  Li Nian could tell and added,“If you want, I can teach you some martial techniques ter—for self-defense.”

  Lin Chen gdly accepted.

  As night fell, Lin Chen returned home under Li Nian’s escort.

  By then, his aunt Kong Shan had already cooked a full table of dishes.

  Lin Chen enjoyed the meal—it might not have been as delicious as spirit food, but it carried the warmth of home.

  Later that evening, just as he y on his bed and began preparing for cultivation, he heard a knock on the door.

  “Uncle…” Lin Chen called out.

  It was Lin Jianhe, sitting in his wheelchair—but now holding a slender Tang-style saber in his hands.

  A flicker of surprise fshed across Lin Chen’s eyes as Lin Jianhe said:

  “Xiao Chen, you haven’t been home some days. You’ve been attending some kind of secret military training, right?”

  “Do you know how long it’ll be before you’re sent to the frontlines?”

  Lin Chen knew his uncle was overthinking it, so he gave a vague answer:

  “Probably after I get into university… So maybe another four or five years?”

  Lin Jianhe let out a breath of relief but still said:

  “Xiao Chen, being a martial artist—pure physical ability alone isn’t enough to fight beasts on the battlefield.”

  “What matters even more… is mastery of martial techniques!”

  Lin Chen was slightly surprised. What his uncle said echoed exactly what Li Nian had told him earlier.

  Lin Jianhe sighed, his tone heavy:

  “Your talent far surpasses your father and me… You’ll probably break our limits in just a few years.”

  “So, there’s not much I can offer you anymore…”

  “But your father and I both spent over a decade fighting on the battlefield. During that time, we mastered a bded martial technique and gained deep insights…”

  “Would you be willing to learn it from me? So that one day, when you’re on the battlefield, you’ll have better means to protect yourself…”

  Lin Chen immediately understood.

  Lin Jianhe was worried that Lin Chen wouldn’t have any life-saving martial techniques once he stepped onto the battlefield.

  Feeling like he had little else to offer, his uncle chose to pass down to him their most precious ancestral bde technique.

  Though Lin Chen didn’t necessarily believe that his uncle’s martial technique was stronger than the ones Li Nian could teach…

  The deep familial bond between uncle and nephew was clear and heartfelt.

  Not wanting to waste his uncle’s sincerity, Lin Chen nodded and replied:

  “I’m willing, Uncle!”

  Lin Jianhe gave a small nod and said:

  “The technique I practice is called the Lin Family Three Bdes… Back in the day, I made quite a name for myself in the Martial Domain with this style.”

  “Once, I faced a beast at the level of a Grand Martial Master in the Martial Domain. Using the Lin Family Three Bdes, I managed to sy it. But in its death throes, it crushed both of my legs below the knees…”

  “Over the years, many have sought me out just to learn this technique.”

  Lin Chen’s interest was piqued.

  To be able to sy a beast one whole realm higher than himself with this technique—now that was impressive.

  “This technique consists of only three forms: the Cleaving Form, the Thrusting Form, and the Vibrating Form.”

  “Among them, the Vibrating Form is the most difficult—and the very essence of the entire bde technique.”

  Seated in his wheelchair, Lin Jianhe began demonstrating the forms to Lin Chen.

  With a flick of his finger, the refined steel bde rang out in a soft hum.

  “Chen’er, can you feel the vibration of the bde?”

  “At the moment you swing, you must channel your own strength into a subtle vibration in the bde… doing so unleashes force far beyond your own!”

  “When mastered, the Vibrating Form can release several times your actual strength!”

  “That’s why it’s also known as the Vibration Bde!”

  Lin Jianhe continued to expin the deeper meaning of the Lin Family Three Bdes.

  With decades of martial cultivation and insight poured into the technique, it was not to be underestimated.

  Lin Chen, highly perceptive, gradually began to grasp the essence of the style as his uncle demonstrated repeatedly.

  The Cleaving Form was heavy and powerful—meant for direct confrontation.

  The Thrusting Form relied on speed—designed to swiftly take an enemy’s head.

  And the Vibrating Form—the true core—let the user unleash power far beyond that of peers in the same realm.

  The uncle and nephew trained in the room, master and student in perfect sync.

  It wasn't until te into the night that Lin Jianhe returned to his room to sleep.

  Exhausted from training, Lin Chen still didn’t go to bed right away. Instead, he prepared to cultivate.

  He took out a spirit stone and held it in his hand, muttering to himself:

  “Blue Star may not have spiritual energy, so direct cultivation isn’t possible…”

  “But maybe I can use the spirit stone to cultivate instead? Let’s try…”

  (End of Chapter)