I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

Ning Yuantai threw another punch, and Xue Jing blocked it with his hand. At the moment of contact between fist and palm, he carefully sensed the way Ning Yuantai channeled his energy.

"Come again!"

And so, punch after punch, Xue Jing quickly memorized all the ways the volcanic anomaly used to exert its power.

He frowned.

“This is difficult… His internal body structure is completely different from that of a normal human. Without this mutated body, it is extremely awkward to perform this kind of energy movement that simulates the movement inside a volcano.”

Xue Jing exhaled a puff of white steam, gathered his strength, and tried to imitate it.

Under his forceful control, flesh and bones disregarded the risk of injury and twisted and operated forcefully.

Fibers snapped, blood boiled and evaporated, bones emitted strange cries and groans, Xue Jing's gaze sharpened, and vaporized blood mist spilled from the corners of his mouth and nostrils.

"what!"

With a loud shout, blood mist evaporated from his pores, turning into a crimson wave of energy. He threw a punch that shattered the air and swung it toward Ning Yuantai in front of him.

"puff--"

Without any obstruction, the punch, brimming with power, was like hitting a block of tofu. Without feeling any resistance, Ning Yuantai's entire upper body exploded, turning into a shower of blood.

After shattering Ning Yuantai, the fist's momentum showed no sign of stopping. It carried the air along its path, transforming into a crimson wave that blasted a trench more than ten meters long into the grass. The extremely high temperature even caused the green weeds to turn black and carbonize.

Xue Jing, however, went limp and knelt on the ground.

Upon closer inspection, his body was riddled with holes, and his injuries were extremely severe, almost comparable to those of a whirlwind attack at its limit.

"A volcanic anomaly was forcibly simulated... but the consequences are so severe that it cannot be used in reality at present and must be improved."

With a thought, Xue Jing restored his injuries, the pale red glow on his skin dissipated, and the white steam stopped rising.

He stared in amazement at Ning Yuantai, whose body was now only half-buried on the grass, and at the long, carbonized ravine.

"The power unleashed by this forcibly simulated Crimson Lotus Volcano Flow is truly outrageous; this punch is even more powerful than the Extreme Tornado Thunder..."

Xue Jing pinched his chin.

"Well, since it's derived from the Crimson Lotus Volcano Style, let's call it 'Crimson Lotus Mode'!"

"If I could unleash the Hidden Dragon Style killing move while in Crimson Lotus Mode, I can't even imagine its power."

"However, it's still difficult for now. We need to solve the problem of how to reliably use the Crimson Lotus Mode first... Otherwise, if we force it, a person will be gone after just one punch."

After thinking it over, Xue Jing suddenly felt dizzy.

This is a sign of mental exhaustion.

"Consciousness simulation is a great thing... but overuse is also bad. I'm really going to faint this time."

Xue Jing rubbed his temples.

He could feel that this time there really wasn't a single drop left.

While the recovery speed of "health preservation" is impressive, the spirit cannot withstand such torment.

He could vaguely sense that he really couldn't use his consciousness to simulate anything today, otherwise his mind would suffer serious hidden injuries.

The scene dissipated into countless pixelated cubes, and Xue Jing exited the space of consciousness.

He opened his eyes wearily.

"Hey, junior brother...you, you're awake."

Before me stood my senior sister, Takeyama Ei, with her hands behind her back and a guilty look on her face.

Two blushes appeared on the girl's delicate face. Xue Jing smiled and was about to speak when he suddenly sensed something was wrong.

After mastering the Four Extremities, his control over his own body reached an extremely high level, and he could clearly sense any abnormality.

My lips seem a little wet.

……

Apology stamp

After reading the comments, I realized that some readers have objections to the protagonist's choice of twins, which is my fault... Although it involves the protagonist's future power system, I failed to provide a lot of key information, and my knowledge base was inadequate, resulting in some common-sense errors. I was indeed a bit brain-dead, and I apologize for the poor reading experience.

The chapter has been revised, and the timeline has been slightly altered. The protagonist now discovers the effect of double body temperature through a simulation, but has not yet chosen to double body temperature. This will be added later when the plot is more appropriate and reasonable. We apologize for any inconvenience caused!

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Chapter 106 Senior Sister Bamboo's Prank, the Invisible Technique of Eye-Piercing Flow (4K)

"Huh? Senior Sister Zhu, what did you do to me?"

Xue Jing raised an eyebrow and asked directly.

"No...nothing."

Takeyama Ei put her hands behind her back, took two steps back, and looked extremely guilty.

"I didn't do anything!"

The girl argued.

Xue Jing glanced at her twice, thought for a moment, and said:

"I do not believe."

He rubbed his temples, stood up, and walked towards Zhushan Ying.

Upon seeing this, the girl retreated repeatedly. For every step Xue Jing took forward, she would step back, keeping her hands behind her back as if playing a game of tag.

"I really didn't do anything... Don't come any closer!"

She said somewhat hurriedly.

Upon hearing this, Xue Jing not only did not stop, but instead quickened his pace and walked towards her.

"Wait...wait a minute!"

Takeyama Hide had already retreated to the wall, with nowhere left to go.

Xue Jing ignored him, reached out and pressed down on the girl's head, touching her long, smooth hair that was as black as a waterfall.

Then, as if twisting a bottle cap, she turned her palm, causing the girl's petite body to involuntarily turn around, revealing what was hidden behind her.

"Hmm? Lipstick?"

In Takeyama Ei's hand was a small, black, rectangular lipstick that looked very expensive.

Seeing this, Xue Jing wiped his lips with his finger, and when he took it off, he saw a red mark on his fingertip.

"...I just thought you were so good-looking, junior brother, you would look even better with makeup."

"So I couldn't resist applying a tiny bit to it for you."

Takeyama Ei gave a sheepish laugh, looking rather guilty.

"She really looks great! If she dressed up a bit and wore women's clothes, she would definitely be stunning!"

Xue Jing glanced at her speechlessly.

"Your idea is good, but don't think about it again next time."

Takeyama Ei quickly stepped forward, reached out and hugged his arm, saying in a coquettish tone:

"Don't be angry, junior brother, I won't do it again next time..."

The Asian Cup lightly touched his arm, and he could faintly feel its warmth and softness. Xue Jing glanced at her and pondered:

"I'm not angry... but what you said sounds like you're leaving a loose end, like you're planning for a next time?"

The girl continued coquettishly:

"No way, you're being too sensitive."

"Alright, I came to have dinner with you. Let's go downstairs, junior brother."

Xue Jing nodded.

The two left the training room together.

Zhushan Ying lagged behind Xue Jing by two steps, and looking at his back, he showed a relieved expression.

She then gently touched her bright red lips with her finger, her cheeks flushed slightly, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

……

After having lunch with the mischievous Senior Sister Zhu, she went out to attend to her business again.

Xue Jing felt his spirits were still very dry, and he rarely felt tired and didn't want to do anything, so he decided to take a break today and not practice martial arts.

He carried the Futu Knife out of the manor, hailed a taxi, and prepared to go to the Canglong Dojo to check on the renovations and see his master whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

Although the Zhushan Ying family's manor and the Canglong Dojo are located in two different districts, they are not far apart, and it only takes less than half an hour to get there.

Xue Jing scanned the QR code to pay, said thank you, got out of the car, walked into the office building, and took the elevator to Canglong Dojo.

The sounds of clanging and drilling filled the air as Xue Jing went to the front desk to take a look.

There sat a receptionist with a good figure, wearing a cheongsam.

It was the same cheongsam-clad girl Xue Jing met when he first arrived at the Hidden Dragon Dojo.

The other person was slumped over the front desk, idly scrolling through their phone, looking like they were about to fall asleep.

Xue Jing, feeling a bit playful, silently walked up to her and tapped the table with his knuckles.

It looked like he wasn't using much force, but in reality, the force was concentrated in his fingertips, producing a heavy, muffled thud on the marble table.

The woman in the cheongsam was already easily startled by the sound of the table, as she was lying on it. She was so startled that she jumped up from her chair.

Xue Jing, however, did not linger. After knocking, he silently entered the gate.

The woman in the cheongsam looked up and, finding nothing in front of her, murmured in surprise:

“…What the hell?”

Upon entering the training hall, Xue Jing looked around. The repairs were almost complete; the corridors were nearly finished, new rubber flooring was being laid in the training hall, and newly purchased equipment was being installed.