After another round of contemplation, David Clark endured the intense pain as he reflected and savored the previous sensation. Only after carefully recalling the feeling did he let out a low shout, and once again, the move "Wind Rises Across the Horizon" flashed by in an instant. This move pursued nothing but ultimate speed, crossing a distance as far as the ends of the earth in a split second—a powerful long-range strike.

This time, as David Clark locked onto a target green wolf and pounced, the wolf tried to dodge in a panic, but with a loud bang, it was still struck by David Clark's fist, its intestines spilling out and its belly torn open.

He had found the feeling. Although he couldn't control it at will yet, he was getting closer and more familiar with it.

Chapter 008: You’re Actually Not Dead?

"Finally, I’ve killed these four green wolves, and I did it all with martial skills. With the move 'Wind Rises Across the Horizon,' I’ve truly mastered the basics!"

……

A moment later, the broad forest trees had collapsed and snapped. David Clark's clothes were torn to shreds, and his back was covered in ghastly wounds so deep the bone was visible. There were also several deep bite marks on his thigh, blood constantly oozing from them. After this battle relying solely on martial skills, his injuries had nearly drained him dry, and he could die at any moment.

So at this moment, after tearing open a green wolf’s hide, David Clark didn’t even have time to roast the wolf meat. He bit directly into the raw, bloody flesh, chewing and swallowing large mouthfuls. The foul, bloody taste made him frown, but he didn’t care at all.

After swallowing over a hundred pounds of flesh and blood, the gruesome wounds on David Clark's back, waist, and thighs finally began to heal. Even the deadly dizziness from blood loss vanished completely, and he was restored to his peak condition.

Only then did David Clark put down the raw wolf meat and start roasting food again.

"Although I was seriously injured just now and nearly died several times, I’ve also mastered 'Wind Rises Across the Horizon.' Not only can I unleash the martial skill without pause, I can also stop it perfectly. The whole process takes less than a moment, and the results are far better than the past few days and nights!"

"As expected, only in life-and-death crises can one unleash their full potential. At this rate, if I practice here for a few more days and put myself in mortal danger a few more times, won’t I be able to quickly master the other five moves of Gale Fist, and even Spirit Wind Step?"

"Getting the basics down is just the foundation. After that, there’s ordinary, proficient, master, grandmaster, and even god-level mastery... It’s a pity I don’t have a storage treasure. If I had one, I could store some monster beast flesh and blood inside, and eat it to recover whenever I’m injured. That would be much safer."

……

After devouring the remaining green wolves in a whirlwind, David Clark's excitement didn’t diminish—instead, he grew even more exhilarated. He had always thought his martial talent was hopelessly dull and his comprehension pitifully poor, making it impossible for him to go far on the martial path.

But now he discovered a new road. Although this path was filled with blood and cruelty, and he would have to pay the price of countless near-fatal injuries to walk it, he would not hesitate for a moment.

Yet in the midst of his joy, he suddenly looked behind him. A buzzing sound was growing louder and closer. After dozens of breaths, more than a dozen monster beasts the size of human heads, resembling wasps, came buzzing with their wings. David Clark immediately leapt up, about to use Gale Fist, but then paused.

"These bee monsters are weaker than the green wolves. They’re fast and poisonous, but their defense is extremely poor—a single punch can kill them. Since I can use monster beast flesh and blood to detoxify and recover, I shouldn’t use my fists to kill them. Instead, I should practice my footwork! Don’t attack, just dodge with footwork..."

A flash of insight crossed his mind, and David Clark was extremely glad he hadn’t finished eating the green wolves he killed. The remaining flesh and blood would be his greatest support for practicing Spirit Wind Step.

Spirit Wind Step was different from offensive martial skills; it focused on small-scale dodging and agility.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—David Clark's body flickered through the low forest, while several venomous bees above swooped down with a loud buzz. But after a few breaths, five or six fist-sized poison lumps had already formed on David Clark's back and neck, oozing black liquid as if they might burst at any moment.

David Clark ignored this, continuing to dodge and practice his martial skill. He had already decided that he would only grab the green wolf flesh to detoxify himself when he was truly on the verge of death.

Perhaps he might really die if he wasn’t careful, but he felt no fear in his heart.

Life and death—those who haven’t seen blood might be afraid, but he had gotten used to it long before becoming a martial artist!

……

"It’s been a day and a night. Heh, looks like that kid died in there long ago. Junior Brother Cooper, should we go inform Piaoxue Peak?" After a day, the bright sun was once again high in the sky. In the stone hall outside the Blood Prison, a young man in purple who had been meditating opened his eyes, glanced outside, and suddenly spoke with a smile.

A day and a night had passed. The little guy who entered the first level of the Blood Prison yesterday was probably long dead, not even a scrap left. In the Blood Prison, even the bones wouldn’t remain—only monster beasts would gnaw the corpses to nothing. They were also obliged to inform Piaoxue Peak.

"We should go let them know. It’s still dozens of miles of mountain road to walk. That kid really brought this on himself," said Junior Brother Cooper, who was reading at the stone table in the center of the hall, putting down his book with a low curse.