We made you practice martial arts, and you've mastered the Great Golden Body?

Chapter 33 Daytime Tiger
In the blink of an eye, another day has passed.

On a hot summer afternoon, the sun was blazing, and the sunlight stung people's faces. There were fewer cars on the road, and many people chose to stay at home, enjoying the air conditioning and taking a nap.

In the vast training room, only Shen Bailian was present.

Shen Bailian held the knife in both hands, every muscle and bone in his body participating in this technique demonstration. Chopping, slashing, parrying, and thrusting were displayed in his hands again and again.

The 1.8-meter-long horse-slaying saber in his hands was like a nimble dragon, drawing invisible arcs in the air, its blade flashing so intensely that it blurred people's vision.

In the blink of an eye, Shen Bailian was able to strike dozens of times. Under such intense exercise, his body had reached its limit. His hair was completely soaked with sweat, and his muscular muscles gleamed under the lights.

Even though he was so tired, his strikes still maintained an extremely high accuracy rate, with a 60-70% chance of hitting the dummy's vital points in hundreds of strikes.

suddenly.

Shen Bailian's gaze sharpened, and an aura like a tiger descending a mountain emanated from his body. He moved nimbly, his feet trembling slightly, and in an instant, he covered a distance of five or six meters.

His right foot slammed onto the floor, his legs slightly bent as he began to gather strength. His right hand, gripping the Dragon Slayer, was bulging with muscles, and veins stretched like long rivers, accompanied by a straightening of his spine and a twisting of his waist.

The power generated by the twisting of the thighs, arms, and waist was condensed into one, demonstrating an extremely high level of proficiency in the Dragon Slayer sword.

Before this strike could erupt, it was overshadowed by the aura that Shen Bailian was unleashing.

But when this strike was unleashed, the accumulated power surged forth like a torrent, terrifying to the extreme.

Chi~
A dazzling, cold light filled the entire training room, instantly severing the beads of sweat that dripped down. Even when facing the metal inside the dummy, this strike was as easy as cutting through tofu, piercing through the entire dummy in a flash.

pat!

With a crisp sound, the dummy's upper body slid to the floor.

"Whoo~"

Looking at his masterpiece, Shen Bailian let out a long breath. After relaxing for a moment, a series of negative feelings such as fatigue, hunger, and thirst followed.

The rosy complexion faded quickly, replaced by a ghastly paleness.

Your basic swordsmanship skill has been improved; experience points +1.

Your character level has increased, experience points +1.

Character Level: LV4 (651/700)

Basic Knife Skills lv1 (84/200)

Shen Bailian hesitated for a few minutes before finally allocating his fourth solidified skill point to basic swordsmanship, in order to gain combat power as quickly as possible.

The result did not disappoint him; he only needed to swing the knife a hundred times to gain some experience.

Although his body had reached its limit, it still couldn't dampen Shen Bailian's joy.

He stood there with his eyes closed, ignoring the notification sounds on the panel, instead savoring the insights he gained from that previous strike.

"Now we finally have a trump card to play. Since it is derived from Tiger Style Fist, let's call it Day Tiger."

A moment later, Shen Bailian slowly opened his bright eyes, closed the scabbard of the Dragon Slayer Sword, and slowly walked to the side of his schoolbag to take out a basic nutritional potion.

As you can see, of the original ten doses of basic nutritional supplements, only four remain. After drinking them, he began to take a slow walk.

If you lie down immediately after strenuous exercise, you may experience muscle cramps. While it won't cause any serious problems, it will waste your time.

More than ten minutes later, Shen Bailian gripped the Dragon Slayer and began a new round of practice.

He needed to strike while the iron was hot and quickly familiarize himself with the power exertion of the Day Tiger to ensure that it could unleash its full power in actual combat.

The interior of the monitoring room at the Xingyi Martial Arts School.

"It's really scary."

Zhou Changqing was astonished by Shen Bailian's performance. It wasn't just his incredible talent, but also the extent of his hard work.

In the Great Xia Dynasty, with its billions of people, there has never been a shortage of geniuses. Even in Bozhou City, he had seen high school students with far greater talent than Shen Bailian.

After all, this is a world where gods have fallen, an era of climbing mythology, where those with exceptional talent are as numerous as carp crossing a river. Even the most basic level of magical body brings a peak that many ordinary people can never reach in their entire lives.

But he had never seen a high school student who worked this hard.

When Zhou Changqing arrived at work in the morning, he was told by the staff that a student had knocked on the door of the Xingyi Martial Arts School at five o'clock in the morning, using his name.

It's four o'clock in the afternoon. Apart from the time spent going out to eat, use the restroom, and get water, the boy has been cultivating in the training room for almost the entire time. He has been cultivating for at least seven or eight hours, plus the time from yesterday.

After a day and a night of intensive practice, lasting fourteen or fifteen hours, the sweat alone was enough to fill a bucket.

With such high talent and such hard work, if this young man doesn't succeed, then who in this world can?
Zhou Changqing had a vague premonition that Shen Bailian was very likely to become the biggest dark horse in this martial arts alliance, replicating the miracle that Kong Chaowu had brought back.

However, practicing swordsmanship in this way can easily leave hidden injuries on the body, which would be counterproductive to the wilderness trials.

After a moment of contemplation, Zhou Changqing had an idea.

He looked at the smart bracelet on his wrist and said, "Xiao Ai, call Xiao Wang."

The call was quickly connected.

"Xiao Wang, you were the one who gave that kid a massage last time, weren't you?" Zhou Changqing asked directly.

"Is this the high school student you recommended, Lord Zhou?"

If Shen Bailian heard this voice, he would definitely recognize that "Xiao Wang" was the person who had given him a massage before.

“Yes.” Zhou Changqing nodded with a smile and continued, “Could you please stay a little later today and give that kid another go?”

After a moment's hesitation, the person on the other end of the phone slowly replied, "Okay."

"Okay, I'll treat you to dinner sometime."

"Lord Zhou, you flatter me. It's just a small favor."

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Around 8 p.m., everyone who was supposed to leave the Xingyi Martial Arts School had already left, leaving only a few staff members on night duty.

The massage room, which should have been empty, was now filled with painful groans, sending chills down one's spine.

"Ouch~, be gentle, be gentle!" "Ouch, ouch, ouch~"

"Alright, alright, stop howling, it's time to apply the medicine."

As the massage therapist Xiao Wang spoke, he stood up, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel, and then took out a bottle of special white ointment from a small box next to him, applying it evenly to Shen Bailian's thighs, calves, shoulder blades, and lower back.

Applying it to the body gives a cool and refreshing feeling, as if all the pain in the body has been swept away. As the man applied it, he said, "This is a unique secret recipe. After applying it, you will be fully recovered in one or two days at most."

"Thank you," Shen Bailian replied with an expression of enjoyment.

"You should thank Lord Zhou."

The massage therapist glanced at the boy. Although it took up his rest time and he didn't get overtime pay, out of professionalism, he still reminded him, "Don't exercise like that in the future, it's easy to leave hidden injuries."

"Um"

Shen Bailian nodded politely in response, but whether he would do so again in the future, only he himself knew.

With such a killer move, how could one not temper their blood? (PS: Foreshadowing has already been laid earlier)

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