Gao Wu insists on cultivating immortality.

Chapter 87 Deathwing
Gao Wu had already planned it out; he could use some more medicine to make up for his deficiencies.

The main reason is that Gao Wu has a martial arts master as an enemy, so he still feels a sense of urgency.

As for home, there's nothing urgent that requires money right now, so there's no need to worry too much.

"You've used a lot of medicine these past two months. These medicines need time to be fully digested. Your physical foundation is already solid enough, so in my opinion, you should focus on martial arts training now..."

Song Mingyue shook her head slightly. She felt that Gao Wu had injected too much medicine and needed time to settle.

In particular, his martial arts strength and physical strength have reached the lower limit of a samurai, and his mental strength has also increased greatly recently.

Now is the time to start with cultivation methods, to quickly comprehend the true meaning of martial arts, and to condense source energy in the acupoints.

Injecting the drug cannot help Gao Wu comprehend the source power; on the contrary, the powerful drug's effects are a huge obstacle to comprehending the source power.

Gao Wu considered it carefully and felt that Song Mingyue's words made sense. He was afraid that improving his agility would not help him sense the source energy.

As for the fundamental characteristic of root elements, he never quite understood it.

Based on the changes in the situation over this period, he felt that innate talent should represent a person's aptitude. His innate talent was very low, which caused him to be unable to sense source power for a long time.

The key issue is that there are no remedies that can improve the root condition. In this situation, Song Mingyue's plan becomes even more reasonable.

Gao Wu asked, "What major do you think I should choose?"

"The Nine Forms of the Dragon are the foundation, the true way of martial arts. The Dragon Sword and Palm techniques are in harmony with the Nine Forms of the Dragon. They are methods derived from the Dao."

"As for the Zhanbing Fist, although it is powerful, it has no connection with the Nine Forms of the Dragon; it is merely an applied technique." Song Mingyue was very familiar with the situation of high-level martial arts and expressed her opinion without hesitation.

“I think so too. We’re really on the same wavelength!” Gao Wu chuckled.

The next day, Aunt Lan took Song Mingyue to school, and Gao Wu happened to hitch a ride with her.

Once inside the school gate, Gao Wu and Song Mingyue parted ways.

Even so, the two attracted a lot of attention as they walked side by side for a short distance.

Song Mingyue wore an expensive royal blue wool coat, stylish and exquisite in design and of high quality. Combined with her slender figure, she stood out among the group of middle school students.

She wore sunglasses, walked with her eyes straight ahead, and didn't talk to anyone. Such a demeanor was even rarer on campus.

Few students at No. 1 High School were unfamiliar with Song Mingyue; after all, she was so strikingly beautiful and aloof that she was very famous at school. She was also always dressed elegantly, making her easily recognizable among a group of high school students.

The aloof Song Mingyue was actually seen with a boy – this was big news!

Today, Gao Wu was wearing the school uniform of No. 1 Middle School. Although No. 1 Middle School is a good school, its uniform is a sportswear style. Gao Wu wore an oversized uniform, which looked very loose, but it couldn't hide his tall and straight figure.

He was more than half a head taller than Song Mingyue, and their heights were quite proportionate when they walked together. However, the loose, lightweight sportswear and the expensive wool coat were a really mismatched combination, creating a striking contrast between them.

Moreover, Gao Wu also carried a long sword diagonally across his body using a special leather belt.

It's quite rare to see students carrying swords at school. And being with Song Mingyue only made them more conspicuous.

Soon, people recognized Gao Wu. Ever since Gao Wu won the Xuetao Cup, he has become the spiritual leader of the passionate young people of Dongjiang.

The young people of Dongjiang may not like Gao Wu, but they cannot be unaware of Gao Wu.

"Wow, Gao Sheng!"

"Holy crap, this is Gao Sheng..."

"My God, it's the living Gao Sheng!"

Many middle school students became excited, and some even dared to get closer to examine Gao Wu.

The school has strict rules, and almost no students bring cell phones. Although the other students were pleasantly surprised, they could only watch. Those who dared to bring phones, forgetting about hiding them, hurriedly pulled them out to take pictures from a distance…

Some students even saluted Gao Wu with great enthusiasm: "Greetings, Commander!"

These are all members of a self-proclaimed "Hot-Blooded Youth Group," who like to call Gao Wu "Leader" to highlight their status and their difference.

Gao Wu nodded slightly to the group of middle school students, regardless of whether they were fans or not, they were at least classmates.

The members of the passionate youth group were undoubtedly die-hard fans of his casual return salute. This positive and enthusiastic spirit deserves to be cherished.

He knew perfectly well that others weren't particularly friendly towards him; they were mostly just treating him as a novelty to watch. Of course, there was no malice in it.

"He's so handsome..."

Why is he wearing our school uniform?

"Really! It's a No. 1 Middle School uniform!"

Many middle school students were both surprised and excited to see Gao Wu wearing the uniform of No. 1 Middle School. Gao Wu was the number one martial artist in Dongjiang; if he could come to No. 1 Middle School, it would be a huge boon for the school…

When Gao Wu arrived at the Academic Affairs Office, the Dean of Academic Affairs was already waiting for him. He led Gao Wu to the senior high school teachers' group and first introduced him to the homeroom teacher of Class 1, a serious middle-aged woman wearing glasses.

Then, Gao Wu was introduced to Song Yunhui, the martial arts team coach. Song Yunhui was beautiful and tall. She wore a loose-fitting Ming Dynasty-style stand-up collar embroidered woolen coat with a front opening, stand-up collar, and wide sleeves, which made her look very dignified and elegant.

She smiled and said, "Welcome Gao Wu to the No. 1 Middle School Martial Arts Team. I'm the coach, so feel free to ask me any questions you may have."

Song Yunhui had been paying close attention to this suddenly rising star. Given Gao Wu's demonstrated abilities, he should be able to help the martial arts team achieve better results in the Qilin Cup.

On the other hand, Song Yunhui still admires Gao Wu.

As a member of a collateral branch of the Song family, she knew all too well how difficult it was for a young man from an ordinary background to reach this point.

Upon close contact with Gao Wu, Song Yunhui, with the keen senses of a martial artist, discovered that the young man's tall and slender figure exuded a sense of power, subtly making her feel a bit of pressure.

Song Yunhui was even more satisfied. Gao Wu's physical strength and intensity had reached the limit of a martial artist. Even if his martial arts skills were slightly inferior, his physical advantages were enough to make up for all his shortcomings.

Gao Wu said enthusiastically, "I was young and ignorant, and I hope the coach will give me more guidance in the future."

The morning was for academic classes. Song Yunhui chatted with Gao Wu for a few minutes, briefly explaining the martial arts team's training. Gao Wu then followed the strict homeroom teacher to Class 1.

The moment the two entered the classroom, they caused an uproar among the students.

The homeroom teacher, clearly displeased, tapped the desk with his pointer: "Silence! This is Gao Wu, the new transfer student." The homeroom teacher still held considerable authority; many students...

She pointed to the empty seat next to Song Mingyue and said, "You can sit there."

Gao Wu was originally going to introduce himself, but the homeroom teacher skipped that step. He sat down next to Song Mingyue and began his first day of classes at No. 1 High School.

During the break, everyone around Gao Wu looked at him, wanting to strike up a conversation but hesitant to speak. Gao Wu felt that they were mainly in awe of Song Mingyue.

Finally, one of the boys couldn't resist speaking up, and Gao Wu responded politely. His approachable attitude immediately attracted many classmates...

In the afternoon, Gao Wu arrived at the No. 1 Middle School Martial Arts Hall.

The martial arts hall has a transparent dome, and when the winter sun shines in, it makes the venue bright and clear.

The venue is divided into equipment area, rest area, training area, combat area, etc. The seats in the stands are all upholstered in leather, which looks very high-end.

Han Yang, Yang Ru, and the others had already arrived. When they saw Gao Wu coming, they smiled and clapped to welcome him.

Everyone had watched the Xuetao Cup finals. As martial artists, they all knew how tough, brave, and ruthless Gao Wu was in the finals.

Such a top-tier martial artist is far above them. To put it bluntly, they are not even qualified to compete with a high-level martial artist in terms of qi.

The hierarchy in the martial arts team is very simple: whoever has the bigger fist has the higher status.

Han Yang and Yang Ru, who were in charge, both instructed everyone to give Gao Wu a warm and friendly welcome, and the crowd naturally became even more friendly.

Han Yang and Yang Ru accompanied Gao Wu as he introduced each member of the martial arts team.

The school is wealthy, and its martial arts team has twelve members, five of whom are high-level martial artists. It can be said that they are the most powerful in the entire Dongjiang region.

There are still six high school league matches in the next two months, which are just a formality for No. 1 High School, which is already in first place in the standings. The matches will mostly be played by reserve players, mainly to cultivate future talent.

After all, Han Yang, Yang Ru, and several other key players will be going to university next semester.

Song Yunhui arrived soon after and formally introduced Gao Wu to everyone again before starting the afternoon training.

Song Yunhui didn't know much about Gao Wu, so after asking him about his specific situation, she asked Gao Wu to test his punching power first.

Gao Wu's punching bag practice also attracted all the martial arts team members. Everyone knew Gao Wu was awesome, but they didn't know just how awesome he was.

“2511, 2503, 2523…” Gao Wu didn’t hold back or show any politeness. He used eight-tenths of his strength to deliver thirty heavy punches in half a minute, each punch having a force of over 2,500 kilograms.

After several days of rest, his heart had fully recovered and he was able to exert his strength normally. The battle in the Void Realm where he killed Wan Cangsong had also activated the Vermilion Bird Divine Light Mantra, greatly increasing his basic attribute of spirit.

According to Gao Wu's understanding, spirit includes memory, perception, will, emotions, and what Song Mingyue called mental power, etc., and it is also a complex concept.

Gao Wu felt that the most direct improvement from the increase in mental strength was that his perception became sharper, his will became stronger, he was better able to control his emotions, and his memory also improved.

In martial arts, this translates to a deeper understanding of techniques and a better release of one's own power. That's why he can now deliver a punch of 2,500 kilograms with relative ease.

Looking at the flashing red numbers on the punching bag, many members of the martial arts team were shocked.

They knew that this number had exceeded the limits of martial artists. What was even more terrifying was that Gao Wu was not wearing glove protection. After throwing a series of heavy punches, his hand was completely unharmed, demonstrating terrifying physical strength.

Even Song Yunhui, a high-level martial artist, was shocked. If she didn't unleash her source power and relied solely on her physical strength, she would only be at the high-level martial artist level, and her physical strength was even inferior to that of a high-level martial artist.

She thought to herself in amazement, "This young man is terrifyingly strong..."

On the contrary, Han Yang and Yang Ru were relatively calm. Gao Wu had even killed Wan Cangsong, so his reaction was quite normal...

Through a simple punching test, Gao Wu impressed all the members of the martial arts team with his strength, establishing himself as the number one fighter.

At 6 PM, Gao Wu and Song Mingyue returned to Yunhu Villa by car. Han Yang and several members of the martial arts team witnessed this scene, but no one dared to say anything.

It's best to avoid gossiping about Gao Wu. If someone with a loose tongue tells Gao Wu, they'll be the ones who suffer...

At the same time, there was a knock on the door of apartment 903 in building 7 of Yun Song residential complex. Huang Long lazily opened the door: "Who is it?"

Before Huang Long could see clearly, the man in black outside the door had already flashed into the room and casually closed the door behind him.

Even the tall and strong Huang Long couldn't react. He was shocked and about to make a move when he saw the person lift the hood of his down jacket, revealing a face that he recognized very well.

"Third Uncle?" Huang Long was shocked. The police came and said that Huang Hai was a follower of the Demon God and had been put on the wanted list. They also told him to report any trace of his third uncle immediately.

Because of Huang Hai's incident, Huang Long was expelled from the martial arts team.

Huang Long was shocked that his third uncle dared to show his face and even come to his house. He was speechless for a moment and just stared blankly at his third uncle.

More than a month later, Huang Hai had clearly lost a lot of weight, his face looked darker, and his eyes were frighteningly gloomy.

Hearing the commotion, Huang Long's father came out of the kitchen. When he saw Huang Hai, he was shocked: "Third brother, the Public Security Bureau is looking for you. Why did you come back?"

"I'm hungry," Huang Hai said in a low voice. Before he finished speaking, a look of pain appeared on his face, and his pupils turned blood red.

Suddenly, a pair of snow-white wings stretched out from behind him, and a cold and eerie aura permeated the room, turning the three-bedroom apartment into an ancient ice cave.

Huang Long and his father were both extremely shocked. Before they could even scream or react, their snow-white wings fluttered, and a snow-white blade of light suddenly flashed.

Huang Long, Huang Long's father, and Huang Long's mother at the kitchen door were shattered into pieces of flesh and blood in the flashing blade light...

When Huang Hai came to his senses from his berserk state, he found himself covered in blood, with his face, mouth, and body covered in blood, and the ground in a mess.

He suppressed the urge to vomit, for only the flesh and blood of his own blood relatives could temporarily quell the restlessness of the Angel of Death. He had no choice but to come to this point.

For over a month, in an effort to stabilize Deathwing, he has killed many people, mainly his own brothers and sisters within the cult. Even so, he has left behind numerous traces.

Deathwing grew increasingly agitated; time was running out for him!
Since things have already come to this, we cannot let my second brother's family die in vain.

Huang Hai stood by the window, looking at the dark, cloud-covered Cloud Pine Mountain to the east. There, an aura resonated with the Angel of Death. Finding that person should allow them to move the Angel of Death away...

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