Actually, even those who practice internal martial arts need to build a foundation with things like horse stance, which also falls under the category of external skills.

Internal skills are even harder to find, often being secret techniques that are not passed on and the very foundation of a sect. It's not that others don't want to possess miraculous inner power, it's just that there's nowhere to seek it. The Sullivan Family is precisely a school of internal arts, with its core technique divided into nine levels. Once completed, one can probably break through the ninth level of the Xuan Gate. Emily Foster recommending Charles Carter to study martial arts at The Sullivan Family is indeed a good opportunity for his future.

The broken external sect manual in David Sullivan's hands is, of course, of little use, and it's uncertain whether there will be a chance to get the real thing in the future.

Judging by this template, this world seems rather low-level in terms of martial arts, and Charles Carter can't help but feel that something is off...

As for the Blood Fiend Technique, it is a very typical external skill.

It does not cultivate internal breath; no matter how much you practice, you won't develop any internal force or be able to channel energy to heal others... But that doesn't mean it's a hardening technique either; what it trains is one's vital energy.

The Blood God Sect believes that the human body's blood contains immense energy and fiendish aura. When the blood surges and boils, drawing this fiendish energy into the muscles and bones can unleash extremely fierce power. If practiced to a deep level, it can even cause the enemy's blood to become chaotic and clash, bursting out of their body and killing them in a gruesome manner—a very typical demonic art.

Naturally, practicing this technique also has some prerequisites. Since it relies on one's own vital energy, it's best suited for young, vigorous men—the more robust and powerful the youth, the more abundant their vital energy.

Compared to the generally malnourished, poorly clothed, and underfed lower-class people of this world, Charles Carter is, of course, well-nourished, tall and burly, and an athlete at school—he already has a great foundation for practicing external skills.

The Blood Fiend Technique suits him very well, and might even be the most suitable technique for his current situation. It doesn't require starting from childhood, nor does it demand profound comprehension, and it can also lay the groundwork for practicing the Blood God Technique in the future—which is truly a great art that cultivates both internally and externally...

Although there may be some drawbacks, such as, judging by this pattern, it might overdraw the body's potential or something like that... But demonic arts basically all have their flaws, just as orthodox Xuanmen techniques are generally slow to progress. Want the best of both worlds? Only the protagonist is qualified to practice the truly divine arts.

Charles Carter suddenly thought of Emily Foster. Is she a protagonist?

He couldn't help but laugh, and continued reading.

Opening the main text of the Blood Fiend Technique, the introduction is straightforward: it still has you first temper your muscles and bones, and practice basic stances like horse stance and bow stance, with some illustrated diagrams. However, these sample diagrams differ somewhat from the normal bow and horse stances he knew before—perhaps these are the special key points for establishing the unique flow of vital energy in this technique.

It was a bit different from the mysterious secret art he had imagined, but Charles Carter actually found it more realistic. Wasn't it like this when You Tanzhi got the Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic or the Divine Foot Scripture? He thought for a moment, then simply left the table and began practicing the horse stance according to the movements in the diagrams.

Since he had decided, he would do it.

David Sullivan leaned against the head of the bed, looking at him in some surprise.

This kind of initiative is interesting... but how long can he keep it up?

Actually, even this one session was too much for Charles Carter to endure. Those who have never squatted in a horse or bow stance can't imagine how, after just a few minutes, your legs turn to jelly and you simply can't hold on. This can't be achieved overnight; only with daily accumulation can you build a stable lower body, unmoving as a mountain.

Just as Charles Carter was about to give up and go to sleep, a flash of light suddenly appeared in the pitch-black night. It was as if a page of a book was slowly unfolding in the sky, covered in densely packed golden characters so bright that he couldn't open his eyes.

Charles Carter looked out in shock. "What is this? Why can I see something in the sky even though I'm indoors?"

David Sullivan asked in surprise, "You haven't seen this before?"

Charles Carter's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly covered it up: "I've only ever seen it outside, never indoors."

"Whenever the Chaos Rankings change, the Heavenly Dao will record it for all to witness and hear, and you can see it no matter where you are." David Sullivan explained casually, and, unable to stay lying down, got up and went outside to look up at the sky.

Chaos Rankings? What the heck is that?

Charles Carter looked up for a while. The dazzling feeling faded, and he could finally see the words clearly: "Late October, light snow. Emily Foster pursued William Bennett for a thousand miles, fought outside Wenshan City, and William Bennett retreated in defeat."

"Hidden Dragon Rankings update."

"Second on the Hidden Dragon Rankings: Emily Foster!"

"Falling Sun, Red Plume—unrestrainable."

Charles Carter was dumbfounded. What is this? A global server announcement in a game?

He had just been wondering if this low-level martial world was a bit off, and now—what kind of bizarre world had he transmigrated into?

David Sullivan sighed softly at his side: "Emily Foster... defeating a ninth-level Xuan Gate expert while only at the eighth level—truly a favored child of heaven, not someone ordinary people can compare to."

Charles Carter asked, "Who is William Bennett? Ninth-level Xuan Gate? Getting challenged across levels and still lost, and it was Emily Foster who actively hunted him down."

David Sullivan glanced at him sideways. "That's our Blood God Sect's Leader Bennett."

Charles Carter: "!!!"

"So, how do you feel?" David Sullivan said with a hint of amusement. "You went through all that trouble just to get a chance to join the sect, only to find out that the sect leader can't even beat the person who brought you here, Emily Foster. How does that feel?"

"Nothing much, I already knew the Blood God Sect wasn't all that..." Charles Carter steadied himself and said in a low voice, "Actually, I can't help but feel a bit uneasy for her. So young and already so dazzling—it's easy to attract jealousy."