With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 221 - 207 Muscle Body Morphology, Cyber Disciple (3k

Daily commuting practice, he hopes to consolidate his muscles, making his figure smaller and not so exaggerated.

His current physique is showing signs of being sowhat exaggerated.

No need to maneuver Qi Blood, ng Chuan simply extended his arms, letting his latissimus dorsi and deltoids slowly open and close.

Like an eagle spreading its wings, the whole person is impenetrable, solid like a city wall...

ng Chuan nad this imagined form —[Daily State].

When strength is needed against an enemy, it is the most perfect human figure, a blood-pumping devil muscle man!

[Power State].

When speed is needed for pursuit or escape, the body can adjust to a form suitable for running and jumping, a "spring man" form.

[Speed State]

And a whole series of other forms, all of which he felt could potentially be developed in the future.

By then, choose the most suitable combat posture for one’s muscle body according to the situation.

But ng Chuan knows that achieving this step is not easy, and there is still a long way to develop.

Combining the Limit Breaking trait of [Bone Flower], he already has inspiration.

"If I’m not mistaken, Qi Nourishing Armor Limit Breaking Bone Flower, fully mastering all the muscles of the body.

Cyan Netherworld Dragon Locking to forge muscles and bones, Limit Breaking... Bone Flower?

There should be other top-notch Daoist Hard Skills to gradually transform the entire body. Thereby mastering all the imagined forms."

This is rely a top-tier Hard Skill, limited by vision and strength.

ng Chuan dare not imagine if it’s a True Skill Level, or even Divine Skill Level Hard Skill, also breaking limits in such a series.

To what extent his body will beco perverse?

"With Qi Blood empowernt, can I punch through the [Dark Side of the World] that breeds the Celestial Demon, I don’t know if it’s possible..."

ng Chuan shook his head, deciding not to think about those things that are too far from him.

"Let the tall Seven-Limit Great Saint hold on first, while I sneakily develop."

Returning to his senses, ng Chuan continued to perceive his current body.

He has already tried, even without full exertion.

The Nine Barrier Martial Artist wielding the sharpest alloy blades and swords, hacking with all force at his body, could only leave a white mark.

Even when mixed with penetrating power, it would be completely neutralized by the invisible armor.

Currently, the defense on his body surface can no longer be called a "mbrane."

It has completely beco an invisible, impenetrable armor.

In the afternoon, ng Chuan even allowed Xu Qingfeng to hold a small black jade pestle he obtained from a Demon Path martial artist to strike him.

The pestle weapon was exceptionally fierce; though its head was small, its penetrating power was extrely terrifying, truly the top of all weapons.

ng Chuan had originally intended to use this for ambush in the Supernova competition but never had the chance.

He never expected this thing to strike him again.

After a round of introspection, even when Xu Qingfeng operated his full Qi Blood, bouncing up to strike like playing whack-a-mole.

It rely caused his Qi Blood to surge for a mont, his face flushed, then no other sensation, no pain or itch.

The power emitted from the pestle head could barely penetrate his body.

Afterwards, it was obliterated by the newly ford solid several-layered internal mbrane.

True Martial, he didn’t dare provoke; there were also no people around using demon-slaying weapons.

But they are mainly developed targeting the Celestial Demon Position, their sharpness only affected by demonic materials used during crafting.

But based on experintal conclusions, even sharper Celestial Demon weapons, without overwhelming his Qi Blood’s activation, couldn’t break through the fully activated Purple Qi Armor.

Especially at his chest, waist, and sides of his neck.

The armor in these places is particularly solid, compared to other parts, as if layered with twofold armor.

He exerted eighty percent of his muscle force, punched his chest, only feeling a bit suffocated.

He steeled himself to knife himself, only then cutting a slash.

ng Chuan’s eighty percent force is indeed not small, equivalent to six or seven Xu Qingfeng attacking together.

If Hard Skills were fully exerted, he could withstand ten Xu’s force!

About this, ng Chuan was very satisfied, this is the strength of top-notch Hard Skills Perfection, not in vain of all the sufferings he endured.

He couldn’t help but secretly sigh:

"The physical body is so strong now, it feels like the protective suit is useless, just remaining for repelling the Celestial Demon Force Field’s invasion..."

Attacks capable of penetrating his body, the protective suit probably wouldn’t block in the slightest.

But his current constitution, as his [Qi] becos stronger, even yet to beco a Martial Arts Family, mastering martial montum.

He can rely on his own will and montum, stand strong against most [Lower Rank Celestial Demon] force fields for a ti.

Lower Rank Celestial Demon is a rather vague term.

In terms of Martial Artist reference, excluding their force field, their general strength encompasses from Qi Blood Three Passes to Ninth Pass Limit Realm.

Middle Rank Celestial Demon corresponds to a One-Limit Martial Arts Family, Upper Rank Celestial Demon to a Two-Limit.

Beyond that, they are generally called [Great Demon].

Each having respective titles, judged by the concentration level of demonic qi in the Demon Nest to determine their power level.

Like the [Jiao Demon Nest] outside Yong’an City, when the Great Demon existed in it, it was called [Thousand Heads Jiao Demon] by Great Chu.

Its demonic qi concentration was level four, thus it was a level four Demon Nest, the Demon Nest Master matched a Six-Limit Celestial King or even a Seven-Limit Great Saint.

Following down this analogy, it’s easy to judge.

ng Chuan ca back to his senses, continuing to ponder:

"Tell the master’s wife that if it’s no longer needed, give the protective suit to ng Yiyi first. When we head to Taihang in a few days, we can bring it to her."

It was given to him by the master’s wife, and ntioning it in advance was basic courtesy.

The Z-type was already an excellent model, sothing an ordinary person could never afford in their lifeti.

But there are even better ones, though the eight-digit prices starting at three or four are a bit intimidating, with a bit more money you could even buy True Martial.

Having money is better spent on increasing one’s strength, as relying on external objects can form habits, and his physical body was already strong enough.

Coming back to his senses, ng Chuan walked into his room and sat cross-legged on the Team Divine Mat to refine his spirit.

"Compared to half a month ago, I can indeed feel a slight strengthening of spiritual power, but unfortunately, I’m still a bit away from the second layer."

He cald his mind to seriously contemplate, already able to see, surrounding the small yellow dragon that already existed, a transparent shadow following it.

That shadow was slender, faintly taking the initial shape of a dragon.

After so analysis, ng Chuan thought to himself:

"This should be the prototype of my second small yellow dragon, once it fully forms, it should represent breaking through to the second layer."

The second layer, on the foundation of refining the spirit, could also increase perception, which ng Chuan was very much looking forward to.

Before sleep, he watched another episode of Professor Chen Yu’s online course while lying down.

[Episode 101, On the Relationship Between Body and Spirit.]

As he listened, he couldn’t help but think of the half of the secret technique "Shiva Elephant Washing" that he had stumbled upon.

So he imdiately sat up, listening intently.

"Whether the body is primary or the spirit, is akin to the two doctrines of materialism and idealism, with each having substantial support.

In my personal opinion, the body..."

Grandmaster Chen Yu’s lecture was incredibly fascinating, but this class was too profound, with most of its knowledge related to the Martial Arts Family.

He found it a bit esoteric to comprehend, indicating a lack of related martial theory knowledge.

ng Chuan lay down in a daze, striving to recall the principle within.

A mont later, he sank into deep sleep.

"If only I could discuss with Professor Chen in person..."

ng Chuan had purchased the entire set of online courses from him.

The vast majority of his body refinent theories were derived from Chen Yu, making him a "cyber-disciple" on the internet.

[Thick Earth Dragon King Chen Yu] was the Horizontal Training Professor at the Southern United Martial Arts University, while ng Chuan was deep in the northern hinterlands, distancing them to the ends of the earth.

It was unknown when the two might et in reality.

...

July 1st.

With only seven days left until the start of the second stage of the competition, ng Chuan had long prepared, ready to step into this arena with a brand new Nine Pass stance.

This was his first ti traveling far, to see the world outside.

He already packed with Master Luo and booked a flight, departing the day after tomorrow.

With few belongings, ng Chuan just packed a change of shirt and underwear, and that black jade small pestle into a small suitcase.

He could withstand the pestle-head striking, which didn’t an others could as well.

And with his strength wielding it, its power was astonishing.

If he succeeded in a sneak attack, he feared the referee wouldn’t react in ti, knocking soone down dead in one blow...

When packing last night, Master Luo even asked if he wanted to use True Qi to take him flying there.

After so thought, it was decided against. It wasn’t about distrusting his master, although it felt thrilling, what if he fell down, wouldn’t that be disastrous...

Being cautious in peaceful tis, ng Chuan tread on thin ice.

Northern United University Preparatory High School, Qi Blood Testing Room.

After completing a set of Five Elents Qiankun, a brand new prompt sounded from the machine.

[Qi and Blood Value: 298.8, Ninth Pass, Master, keep going, make your final sprint towards becoming a Martial Arts Family!]

After the qi blood test, ng Chuan was a bit confused, seemingly having mixed in sothing strange just now.

However, he was quite satisfied with the recent results from his diligent practice, being stronger than he had anticipated.

One month’s boxing practice already drove forth such a substantial amount of qi blood.

On the premise of maintaining such progress, with martial theory advancents supporting it, if he wasn’t pursuing the limits of ridian bearing, he might attempt True Skill cultivation by the end of this year, starting to break through to Martial Arts Family.

"If I proceed step by step, cultivating these two premium fist skills to perfection, it should be enough to push my qi and blood to my bearing limit."

There’s no need to yearn for involuted fist skill Limit Breaking. From Hard Skills, he could observe for clues.

Ever since the [Qi Nourishing Armor Skill] reached perfection a month ago, he persistently practiced hitting and applying ointnt daily, only increasing proficiency by 3%.

It’s not a lack of talent, but the difficulty of breaking limits with this cultivation technique was too great, with his own martial theory sowhat unable to keep up.

With this in mind, the attempt to break the limits of what is considered the quintessence of Xingyi Boxing, the [Five Elents Qiankun Fist], would require even more extensive martial theory.

Hoping that every hard grind with [Certainty of Certitudes] might succeed, but it took too long.

It would be more cost-effective to focus on breaking limits after becoming a Martial Arts Family.

But ng Chuan hadn’t made plans too early, everything would depend on the situation after joining Martial Arts University.

"If at Northern United University, my related martial theory could rapidly and substantially improve, focusing on breaking limits would certainly be possible."

...

The explosive sound of heavy strikes echoed with a clang in the Martial Arts Dojo, ng Chuan enveloped in raging flas, making relentless attacks on the silicon-gold pile.

Everyone watched ng Chuan’s terrifying deanor, feeling a strange sense of sympathy for that inanimate pile.

Like a storm-tossed tern close to collapsing, if not for its solid material, it would already have lted into slag from the blaze-enshrouded fist strength.