"Whoosh!"
As expected, Chris only saw a blur flash before his eyes.
By the ti Fang Heng reappeared in his line of sight, a heavy sonic boom had already erupted right in front of him.
"Bang!!!"
Chris was struck by the powerful blast of spiritual energy and was sent flying off the dueling platform.
It looked brutal, but in fact, he wasn’t injured.
The opponent had clearly held back.
Chris quickly propped himself up and stood, cupping his fists toward Fang Heng again in gratitude.
Well then.
He had lost badly, and yet still had to thank his opponent.
"We won!"
It was their first ti participating in the arena, and the group of rookies from the Noel Clan imdiately shouted with excitent.
The leading elder glanced at Fang Heng, who was walking toward the passage on the other side of the dueling arena. A look of intrigue flickered in his eyes.
What an interesting fellow.
This kid’s strength was already overwhelming against fighters of the sa lower-tier level.
He might even already be a high-tier fighter.
They had really lucked out this ti—what a treasure they’d picked up.
Even after the entire match ended, Liu Hu still felt his head buzzing.
What just happened?
They had actually won?
He had initially co just to play a minor role, then, after so encouragent from his companion Fan Chen, he was ready to risk his life to at least show sothing in front of the elder. But before he even got a chance to go up, they had already won?
A free win?
Fan Chen, beside him, was also a bit surprised. Watching Fang Heng’s departing figure, he gently shook his head.
Inside the passageway near the waiting area, An Qian approached Fang Heng with a smile.
"Mr. Fang Heng, congratulations on winning the match. You were incredible. There will be a celebration following the victory. I’ve arranged..."
"No need. I don’t like that sort of thing. Take back to the villa."
"Yes," An Qian nodded respectfully. "I will explain to the elder on your behalf. I’ll escort you back to the villa."
On the way back to the villa, Fang Heng recalled the earlier duels.
Not very interesting.
Only that spatial technique was sowhat intriguing.
A level-1 match was still too weak.
This world wasn’t as terrifying as he had imagined.
Ti to go back and grind more experience!
If all went well, he estimated he could complete the Tier 1 Occult mission before dawn tomorrow.
"An Qian."
"Yes, Mr. Fang Heng. Do you need sothing?"
"I need one-on-one Occult training. Also, try to schedule a eting with Mu Shunan for , see when he’s available."
"Understood."
...
The following afternoon, Fang Heng entered the Noel Clan building again, accompanied by An Qian.
While passing through the first-floor hall, many young fighters within the clan cast respectful glances at him.
News of Fang Heng winning four consecutive matches with a single punch each had already spread among the fighters of the Noel Clan.
"Mr. Fang Heng, you demonstrated overwhelming strength in yesterday’s battle. You are now in the assessnt phase for mid-tier fighter status. Though not yet officially certified, with Elder Dilan’s recomndation, the Norta Clan has upgraded your benefits in advance to the mid-tier level."
"Alright. Help thank Elder Dilan."
An Qian felt slightly disappointed seeing no expression on Fang Heng’s face.
In truth, Fang Heng really didn’t care.
Even low-level fighters could receive internal training in the clan.
With a level-up ca the added burden of arena duels—just more trouble.
Soon, he arrived at the Occult training room and saw Mu Shunan again.
"Fang Heng."
Mu Shunan was ditating in the room. Seeing Fang Heng arrive, he cheerfully waved his hand. His eyes sparkled with gossip-like excitent.
"I heard you won four straight matches last night? Completely crushed them?"
"News spreads fast."
"Hahaha, of course it does. So you’re a lee specialist. Those are pretty rare." Mu Shunan smiled and nodded. "If we get the chance, we should try teaming up."
"Alright."
Fang Heng agreed and sat across from Mu Shunan.
"Let’s begin. Let’s see the results of your training these past two days."
Mu Shunan smiled and lightly placed a finger on Fang Heng’s wrist.
As soon as his finger touched Fang Heng’s wrist, Mu Shunan’s eyes filled with surprise.
Huh?
Just two days ago, Fang Heng’s ridians were clogged like a swamp. And now? All cleared and unblocked?
That fast?
How had this kid cultivated?
"Impressive, very impressive. Brother Fang Heng, you have quite the talent for Occult training."
Mu Shunan looked up at Fang Heng, clicking his tongue in amazent. He continued nodding as he spoke.
"Your ridians have already completed the initial cleansing stage. They can now accommodate the flow of large amounts of ntal strength. The next step is to further train your body—enhance muscle activation so your body can better withstand the flow of ntal force. From skin to muscles, then to organs and bones."
"Occult cultivation is different from ordinary physical training. It emphasizes the body’s adaptability to ntal energy. Once you’ve completed all those stages, you’ll basically reach master-level in Occult training. Then we’ll proceed to the next step."
"Mm..."
Fang Heng silently considered it.
He was already a master in other branches of Occult.
So this stage was more like catching up.
Fang Heng nodded, signaling his understanding, and asked, "Specifically, how can I achieve this step?"
"Train."
Mu Shunan summarized in a single word, then elaborated.
"To complete this stage, there’s no shortcut—you just have to train. Use ntal strength to repeatedly flush through the ridians and gradually raise your body’s adaptability. In addition, so secret elixirs can speed up this part of cultivation. They’re expensive, but I heard you’ve advanced to mid-tier fighter now, so you get a monthly materials allowance."
"I’ll pass the formulas and preparation instructions to your assistant. Your assistant can take care of buying the ingredients and making the elixirs. Each dose lasts about eight hours—just drink a bowl before every cultivation session."
"Alright."
Fang Heng responded, then began learning the internal flow routes for ntal strength under Mu Shunan’s hands-on guidance.
This step wasn’t too hard for soone like Fang Heng, who already had high ntal strength.
After several attempts and corrections, he quickly morized the key points of the cultivation thod.
At the sa ti, a system prompt appeared on Fang Heng’s retinal interface.
[Hint: The player has triggered ring mission-Occult Advancent (Grandmaster Level).]
Mission na: Occult Advancent (Grandmaster Level).
Mission requirent: Complete physical adaptability enhancent for occult energy flow.
Current progress: 0.02%
Mission reward: Unlock the next tier mission.
"Also, one important note—you can’t rush this tier. Take it slow. ntal energy impacting the skin and muscles may cause damage, which is normal and needs recovery ti with the elixirs. But if you go too fast and accidentally injure your organs, recovery will take a long ti and might even affect your arena performance."
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