I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

Xue Jing thought about it and concluded that it was most likely related to the Shaking Armor Technique.

It's either related to the Shaking Armor Technique itself, or something related to the body was triggered while practicing it.

In short, if you continue practicing, you will eventually find out.

He couldn't help but have high expectations for the effects of the enhanced fitness routine.

[You have completed one session of the Nail-Shaking Exercise, gaining 209 Fitness Experience Points]

[You have completed one session of the Armor Shaking Technique training, gaining 208 experience points in energy manipulation.]

Looking at the skill experience points gained, there were no surprises this time. Given how difficult the Shaking Armor Technique is to master, it's normal to gain so much experience.

Moreover… Xue Jing pinched the skin on his arm.

He felt that the benefits of practicing the Shaking Armor Technique could not be fully reflected in the skill panel.

His skin seemed to have been awakened, gaining a strange vitality. I don't know if it's just my imagination, but it also felt firmer when I pinched it.

This is a benefit that is not reflected in the "fitness" skills, but rather directly affects him personally.

I actually had this feeling when practicing the Hidden Dragon Technique, but it wasn't as obvious as the Shaking Armor Technique.

"Turn on the nebulizer."

Li Qi said from the side.

Xue Jing did as instructed and pressed the button on the nebulizer.

The next moment, the atomizer began to hiss, and pale red mist began to emerge from the oxygen mask.

"Use the breathing technique along with the nail-shaking exercise I just taught you," Li Qi reminded him.

Xue Jing recalled the feeling when Li Qi had controlled his body, and began to circulate his breathing technique to absorb the medicinal mist.

This pale red medicinal mist had a strong herbal smell and felt very viscous and difficult to inhale, but Xue Jing endured the discomfort and continued to practice his breathing techniques to inhale it into his lungs.

He could feel the medicinal mist flowing through his trachea into his lungs, into the alveoli, and into his bloodstream. Under the control of his breathing techniques, it permeated his blood while continuously delivering the medicinal power to specific locations.

In no time, he began to feel as if his skin was on fire, burning intensely and turning bright red.

The pores all over my body began to open and close in a certain rhythm, opening and closing repeatedly...

Half an hour later, the nebulizer stopped working, and no more light red medicinal mist was emitted. Xue Jing slowly stopped the breathing exercise.

"How do you feel?" Li Qi asked with a smile.

Xue Jing stood up, opened his arms, and felt a refreshing sensation all over his body, as if the hot summer had been drenched in air conditioning.

"The skin... is breathing," Xue Jing muttered to himself, his eyes half-closed.

Li Qi said with satisfaction, "Very good. You found the feeling on your first attempt at cultivation. As long as you follow this feeling, you will eventually be able to comprehend one of the five killing moves of the Hidden Dragon Style."

Its name is "Turning Golden Scales".

"Turning into Golden Scales?" Xue Jing read it aloud and flattered, "It must have been given by Master, a fine name."

Li Qi sighed and said modestly, "I've already said, we martial artists can't always just tell the truth; we have to get used to lying..."

"Alright, I've prepared a medicinal bath, it should be ready now. Go soak in it, and remember to practice your breathing techniques while soaking, finding that feeling of 'your skin breathing,' so you can absorb the medicinal power in the bath..."

"The Shaking Armor Technique is extremely taxing on the body. Each practice session requires a complete set of secret medicinal supplements; otherwise, if you practice it too hard, you'll die in two or three days..."

……

Over the next few days, Li Qi taught Xue Jing the remaining four sets of movements of the Shaking Armor Technique, which correspond to the muscles, tendons, bones, and blood respectively.

Each set was more difficult than the last, and each set required different secret medicines and different medicinal baths. Li Qi would even personally administer acupuncture to him, leaving him covered in needles like a hedgehog.

Xue Jing couldn't help but sigh, this is the truth about martial arts... The kind of thing in novels where you get a manual and start practicing it casually is really unrealistic.

The techniques themselves are only one aspect, even a minor one. The most important thing is the secret medicines that accompany the techniques and their corresponding uses. These are the true core inheritances of various martial arts schools.

Time flies, and seven or eight days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Hidden Dragon Dojo, in the training hall.

"Ha!!" "Bang!"

In front of the force measuring machine in the training hall, ordinary disciples dressed in training clothes lined up, taking turns to punch the machine while charging up their strength. Numbers kept appearing on the electronic screen.

"Wen Zhaorong, punching power 201.3kg..."

Xue Jing, dressed in a black training uniform, stood upright next to the punching machine. His tall and straight figure was like a strong and resilient pine tree, firmly rooted in the ground, giving people a sense of unshakable stability.

He held a stack of notebooks in one hand and a pen in the other, writing down his disciples' punching power test scores.

Today is the monthly quiz day at Canglong Dojo, used to check the disciples' progress in martial arts training.

Xue Jing, who was very idle among the direct disciples, was conscripted by Li Qi to be responsible for recording the disciples' test scores.

On the soft chairs in the rest area next door sat several female disciples who had finished their tests. They were looking at Xue Jing and whispering to each other.

"Junior Brother!" Another young disciple came to the force measuring machine, clasped his hands and bowed to Xue Jing. After receiving a nod of response from Xue Jing, he began to assume a boxing stance and punch the force measuring machine with all his might.

"boom!"

Xue Jing glanced at the screen and wrote in the notebook: "Yi Yingyu, 212.2kg..."

Yi Yingyu seemed somewhat surprised by the results, her face beaming with joy. She bowed deeply to Xue Jing again, then happily went to participate in the next test.

"Junior brother, junior brother, why don't you take the test too? Let everyone see how powerful the direct disciples are!"

A rather pretty female disciple standing nearby teased him.

As soon as she spoke, countless voices responded.

"Yes, yes, junior brother, why don't you give it a try? Everyone is very curious."

"I wasn't there for either of my junior brother's attacks, which was a huge loss. Today, he'll show us what he's got to offer!"

"Our junior brother hasn't been a disciple for long. No matter how talented he is, his punching power might not be very strong. Let's not push him too hard."

There are also those who use reverse psychology.

Xue Jing smiled and said softly, "No, there's nothing to test, and I doubt we'd find anything anyway."

Upon hearing this, the disciples immediately became furious.

"Hey~ why do this? It won't hurt anyone to let everyone see it."

"Junior brother, are you really afraid of showing your ignorance? Don't worry, how long have you been a disciple? Nobody will laugh at you."

"Anyone who dares to mock my junior brother will be the first to suffer the consequences. Just you wait and see..."

The disciples were always curious about this very young personal disciple, and since they rarely had the chance to get close to him, they couldn't help but want to tease him.

At that moment, a man walked over from the entrance of the training hall; it was Chen Fuguang.

He waved in this direction without saying a word, and only Xue Jing noticed him.

Xue Jing looked at the disciples entangled in front of him, thought for a moment, and smiled, "Then I'll just give it a try."

Everyone immediately burst into applause.

"Alright! Let's see what our junior brother is all about!"

"This is what a true disciple should be like. Not being strong is only temporary; not being stage-frightened is the most important thing."

"Everyone, make way and watch our junior brother's performance!"

Everyone laughed and joked.

They didn't mean any harm; they just wanted to take this opportunity to get closer to Xue Jing and join in the fun.

The disciples parted to make room for Xue Jing.

He walked up to the force testing machine, without assuming any fighting stance. He simply turned sideways, faced the leather pad on top, and threw a backhand punch, as casually as if he were throwing a bottle or can into a trash can.

"puff!"

A dull thud was heard, but there was no response on the screen.

"Hmm?" The disciples looked puzzled.

After throwing a punch, Xue Jing turned and walked towards the entrance of the training hall.

Just as everyone was wondering, the leather pad on the force measuring machine suddenly ripped open with a hissing sound.

Then, as if triggering a chain reaction, the cushion cracked in various places, and the internal sponge broke apart like withered leaves, falling to the ground, leaving only a bare iron pipe in the original place of the cushion.

Upon seeing this, everyone looked as if they had seen a ghost, their expressions filled with disbelief.

"This is... soft strength!?"

……

Please give me a monthly ticket~

Chapter 58: The Poor Scholar, the Rich Warrior; A Feast for the Second Generation

Soft strength, also known as hidden strength.

This is an advanced application of force.

This effect can be achieved by precisely controlling the force, concentrating it at a single point, injecting it into the target's body, and then unleashing it.

Xue Jing used soft force to punch, applying all his strength to the punch pad of the force measuring machine without touching the machine itself. As a result, the machine did not react at all, but the punch pad was torn to pieces by this soft force.

Those skilled in using soft force, like Meng Qingjiao, can even control it with ease, striking silently yet effortlessly. A light touch of her palm can send Xue Jing flying more than ten meters away without hurting him, as all her strength is focused on 'pushing force'.

Since Xue Jing's energy cultivation reached Lv6 the day before yesterday, he quickly learned how to use soft energy.

However, he is not yet proficient enough; a punch still makes a muffled sound, and he cannot achieve the level of effortless, silent execution.

"Junior brother, could you please go to the warehouse and get a punching pad to put on the force measuring machine?"

Xue Jing reached out and patted an ordinary disciple on the shoulder, smiling.

He suddenly felt a bit strange, as if he were a leader who had caused trouble for others and then had to clean up their messes...

However, he had no intention of making a move. It was only because his disciples were so enthusiastic that he couldn't resist showing off his skills. Even disregarding the facts, the destruction of the punching pad was definitely the fault of the disciples who egged him on.

Unaware that the junior brother in front of him was secretly criticizing them, the disciple quickly nodded and respectfully said, "Yes, junior brother!"