High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 12 502kg
In Qin Feng's room, only the pale blue light projected from his personal terminal illuminated his calm face.

Without the slightest hesitation, he unscrewed the can of basic psionic potion worth 10,000 Imperial Coins.

A delicate fragrance instantly filled the small space.

He tilted his head back and drank the milky white liquid in the jar, which resembled melting starlight, in one gulp.

boom!
A violent torrent of energy, like a flood bursting its banks, rushed from his esophagus into his stomach, then exploded violently, transforming into billions of scorching streams that ruthlessly surged toward his limbs and bones.

In stark contrast to the gentle, water-like properties of Sun Chantang's potion, this standard-issue, basic psionic potion is full of primal, untamed wildness.

It was like a ferocious beast that had been imprisoned for a long time, and as soon as it was freed, it began to ravage and rampage inside his body.

Qin Feng's skin instantly turned bright red, and veins bulged out like gnarled tree roots. Fine beads of sweat were forced out of every pore and instantly evaporated into white mist by the high temperature on his body.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes closed and his brows slightly furrowed.

The breathing techniques of the Imperial Basic Body Tempering Method started operating on their own, guiding this violent energy to wash over his body again and again along the predetermined meridian routes.

The muscle fibers, fascia, and even bones that had just reached their limits during the day's training and suffered countless microscopic damage were being repaired, strengthened, and reshaped at an astonishing speed under the cleansing and nourishment of this immense spiritual energy.

This process involves both pain and pleasure.

Silent all night.

……

Qin Feng opened his eyes as the first rays of morning sunlight struggled to penetrate the gaps in the building and shine into the room.

A flash of lightning seemed to pass through the depths of his eyes, and his aura was more refined and composed than yesterday.

He leaped off the bed, landing silently and lightly, like a falling leaf.

He casually threw a punch, the blade slicing through the air and producing a clearly audible low-pitched explosion.

After a night of absorption and refinement, his vitality index increased significantly.

The remaining effects of the medication will accumulate in his body and will take at least half a month to dissipate, which will coincide with his high school entrance exam.

He went into the living room, where his father, Qin Dahai, had prepared breakfast, which was more lavish than usual.

In addition to the usual rice porridge and energy bars, there was also a plate of tempting high-protein synthetic meat on the table.

Qin Dahai sat at the table, looking at his son, his eyes overflowing with joy and satisfaction.

He didn't ask any further questions, but simply pushed a small stack of imperial coins in front of Qin Feng.

"Here you go. It's from the martial arts school's nutrition restaurant. Don't skimp on it. Your body is working hard, so you need to eat well. If you don't have enough money, just tell Dad."

"Dad, that's enough."

Qin Feng accepted the money.

The father and son finished their breakfast quietly.

As Qin Feng changed into his training clothes and stepped out of his house, Qin Dahai's voice came from behind him.

"Son, go for it."

Qin Feng paused, but didn't turn around; he simply nodded heavily.

……

Extreme Martial Arts Gym, 9:00 AM.

The training hall was already bustling with activity.

As soon as Qin Feng entered the hall, Zhou Heyuan greeted him with a radiant smile.

He held a brand-new personal data tablet in his hand, as if showing off a newly bought toy.

"Qin Feng, you've finally arrived! Look, look!"

He brought the data board up to Qin Feng and Liu Xiaoli, who had just finished a set of exercises and was catching his breath.

“Last night when I got home, I took another C-grade medicinal bath, and following Teacher Li’s instructions, I also drank a bottle of ‘tiger bone’ nutritional supplement that my dad had been saving. This morning when I took a test, guess what?”

Before the two could answer, Zhou Heyuan pressed his finger heavily on the data panel.

Rows of data clearly emerged.

Name: Zhou Heyuan

Vitality Index: 0.80

[Punching power test (right hand): 432KG]

[100-meter sprint time: 11.5 seconds]

"See that? 0.80! It's gone up by 0.01 from yesterday! My punching power has also broken through the 400 kg mark! My dad said that I've now firmly reached the admission standard for a regular martial arts high school, and as long as nothing unexpected happens, I'll definitely be fine in the high school entrance exam."

Zhou Heyuan's voice was loud and clear, filled with barely suppressed excitement, attracting the attention of many students around him.

Liu Xiaoli, who was next to him, looked at the data and his eyes dimmed. He silently turned around and continued to practice his somewhat clumsy body-strengthening method.

"let me tell you."

Zhou Heyuan lowered his voice, but his boastful spirit remained undiminished.

"There are a total of 72 key martial arts high schools in the entire Morning Star. If your vitality index reaches 1.0, you have a great chance of being admitted. Graduates from these schools are at least level two martial artists, and can directly apply to join the Imperial Guard to become officers, or they can take the Starry Sky University to continue their development."

"However, this is not the absolute best."

He stretched out his finger and made a "seven" gesture in the air.

"Above the 72 key high schools, there are seven more known as 'top martial arts high schools.' 'Qiming First Martial Arts High School,' 'Xinghe Military Affiliated High School'... Tsk tsk, just hearing the names makes them stand out. My dad said that to get into these seven schools, money and connections are useless; you have to be a true genius. During the high school entrance exam, your vitality index has to be at least 1.2 to have a chance of being noticed."

"And students from Qiming No. 7 High School can basically get into Starry Sky University."

After Zhou Heyuan finished speaking, he patted Qin Feng on the shoulder, his tone carrying a hint of guidance from someone with experience.

"Qin Feng, you've been training really hard lately. Keep it up, and maybe you can even make it into a regular martial arts high school. Then we can be alumni."

Qin Feng looked at him and calmly nodded: "Yes."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the training area without saying another word.

Zhou Heyuan watched his departing figure, shrugged, and continued to show his new data to other familiar students.

Training begins again.

During the day, coach Lin Weiping maintained his stern and impartial demeanor, meticulously surveying the entire field.

When he reached Qin Feng's side, he stopped.

He watched Qin Feng practice the "mountain-opening" technique.

Qin Feng planted his feet firmly on the ground, twisted his waist, and a concentrated force traveled up his spine to his arm, whereupon he unleashed a powerful right punch.

boom!
A muffled blast of air exploded from the fist, its power far exceeding that of yesterday.

For the first time, a slight ripple appeared on Lin Weiping's perpetually icy face.

He circled Qin Feng twice, his eyes sharp, scrutinizing every detail of his body.

"Good, your physical fitness is steadily improving."

Lin Weiping's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible inquiry, "Your power application technique is also more refined. Very good."

He paused for a moment and then gave new instructions.

"Now, forget the fixed moves. Try to connect the core of the nine movements. Don't be bound by the form; pursue the smooth flow of power within your body without any hindrance. From 'Mountain Opening' to 'Sea Suppression,' make it a complete and uninterrupted cycle." This guidance goes far beyond the scope of ordinary student training.

"Yes, coach."

Qin Feng nodded and immediately began to try it.

Qin Feng spent the entire day immersed in the new cultivation state that Lin Weiping had described.

Instead of repeating the complete body-strengthening method over and over again, he broke down and integrated the nine core movements.

Sometimes it's a straight punch like "splitting a mountain," followed by a charge like "moving a mountain."

At times it's a "sea-suppressing" downward pressure, which then turns into a "river-overturning" strangulation.

His figure moved nimbly in a corner of the training area, each movement concise and efficient, full of the flavor of real combat.

Sweat had already soaked through his training clothes, and the rising heat formed a thin layer of white mist around him.

His body, like a meticulously tuned war machine, was operating and refining itself, completely transforming the enormous spiritual energy absorbed yesterday into his own flesh and blood and power.

The other trainees were already used to his "madness," only occasionally glancing at him before going back to their own training.

The nickname "madman" was unknowingly bestowed upon Qin Feng.

Time slips away silently amidst the sweat.

When the evening bell rang and Lin Weiping announced the end of daytime training, Qin Feng finally snapped out of his trance.

He was sore all over, yet he felt a sense of fulfillment he had never experienced before.

The trainees left in twos and threes, and the training hall quickly became empty.

As Zhou Heyuan passed by Qin Feng, he smiled and greeted him, "Going now, Crazy. See you tomorrow."

"it is good."

Qin Feng nodded slightly.

He walked to the rest area at the edge of the training field, drank the water in his water bottle, and then sat on a bench to rest for ten minutes.

Once his physical fatigue subsided slightly, he stood up and walked towards that familiar corner.

There, a state-of-the-art punching power testing device was placed.

He stood in front of the testing device, adjusting his breathing.

He slowly raised his right fist, his body slightly lowered, assuming the simplest and most direct power-generating posture in the "Imperial Basic Body Forging Method".

He closed his eyes, feeling the surging blood and qi within his body like a mighty river.

The next second, his eyes snapped open.

Power from the waist and hips, twist the body and thrust the shoulders forward, arms like whips and fists like hammers!

boom!
A loud bang even drowned out the hum of the other machines operating in the hall.

The sturdy punching pad was deeply dented by his punch, and the entire testing device trembled under the strain.

On the electronic screen above the testing instrument, the numbers jumped wildly before finally settling.

502 KG

Looking at the number, Qin Feng's calm face finally revealed a hint of satisfaction.

"There are still two weeks left. It shouldn't be too difficult to get into a top high school."

"I just don't know if I'll have a chance to get into Qiming No. 7 High School... My vitality index is 1.2, but the time is still too tight."

Qin Feng silently calculated his progress and felt that his chances of getting into Qiming No. 7 High School were slim.

He turned around, picked up his things, and walked out of the brightly lit training hall, disappearing into the deep night outside the window.

……

After half an hour.

In the empty training hall, only Li Weiguo remained.

As the evening coach, he was responsible for the final cleanup.

Checking equipment, turning off the power, cleaning... he meticulously performed these trivial but necessary tasks.

"Young people these days are getting more and more unruly; they don't even know to reset the equipment after using it."

He muttered to himself as he walked over to the punching power testing machine, preparing to restore it to its initial state.

When his gaze inadvertently swept across the screen, he froze.

502 KG

The scarlet numbers, like a burning flame, seared his eyes.

Five hundred and two kilograms?

Li Weiguo subconsciously read out the number, his tone filled with disbelief.

"Who did it? Who fired that?"

He immediately retrieved the usage records of the testing device.

Records show that the most recent user was Zhou Heyuan.

Because Zhou Heyuan had been using this machine to test his "spiral force" all afternoon.

"Zhou Heyuan..."

Li Weiguo looked at the name, then at the glaring number, and his lips trembled slightly.

He never expected that this so-called poor student would give him such a huge surprise.

This... what incredible talent!

"Spiral Force... He actually mastered Spiral Force completely!"

A genuine, radiant smile slowly spread across Li Weiguo's face.

He felt that all his hard work during this period had not been in vain.

From a "bad student" who was expelled from school to a true genius with the potential to enter a top martial arts high school, and even reach the first-level martial artist standard before entering the school.

While Zhou Heyuan's own talent and family background certainly played a part, his success was also inseparable from Li Weiguo's meticulous guidance and constant encouragement.

He could almost see Zhou Heyuan's name appear on the admission list of "Qiming Key Wushu High School" on the day the high school entrance exam results were released.

Li Weiguo, as one of the mentors who inspired this genius, also felt honored.

"Good lad, you didn't disappoint me."

He spoke softly, his tone filled with satisfaction and pride.

"Now I can explain things to the principal."

He turned off the power to the testing equipment, humming an off-key tune, and cheerfully switched off the last light in the hall.

"Click."

The alloy door slowly closed, locking the entire training hall, along with Qin Feng's record, into darkness.

(End of this chapter)