Two days later, Zhu Bufan had not only fully recovered from his injuries, but his cultivation had also advanced a level, completely solidifying his Eighth Rank cultivation, reaching the peak of the early stage of the Eighth Rank.
Now, he was fighting with two ice stoats.
Ice stoats, with their slender bodies and lightning speed, could mostly dissolve the force of Zhu Bufan's punches and palms with their thick skin and layers of fat.
Of course, most of the ice stoats' attacks were ineffective. On the one hand, their strength was only at the Ninth Rank, and their greatest advantage, speed, was only comparable to Zhu Bufan's, not overwhelmingly superior.
Darting between the ice stoats, Zhu Bufan suppressed his Inner Qi cultivation, only releasing it to about the Ninth Rank, all the while observing the ice stoats' weaknesses; he was accumulating combat experience.
"Turn combat reactions into a conscious instinct!" This was what Zhu Bufan sought.
