Being forced to grow like a pig? But I'm immune to the consequences!

Yan Liang stood there, his smile completely frozen.

He was completely stunned. He hadn't expected Cheng Mingyuan to refuse so decisively, not even giving him a chance to finish speaking. All the prepared words, all the things he thought would move the other party, were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Seeing Cheng Mingyuan turn to leave, Yan Liang panicked.

"Cheng! Cheng! Don't rush off, listen to me!" He chased after him a few steps, his voice tinged with urgency. "My punching power may not be up to par, but I have other strengths! My sparring partner attitude is absolutely excellent. You can use me first—no payment required!"

He spoke faster and faster, as if he were placing all his hopes on this moment:

"Trust me! I will never let you down! You can entrust anything to me, and I will handle it flawlessly! Just give me a chance—just one chance—and I will soar to great heights!"

He followed behind Cheng Mingyuan, speaking incoherently and staggering, looking almost deranged.

He was truly unwilling to accept it.

He desperately wanted to seize this opportunity. This was the closest he had ever come to the "upper circle," and if he missed it now, he didn't know how much longer he would have to wait.

But Cheng Mingyuan didn't even turn his head.

Cheng Mingyuan only stopped when Yan Liang's voice grew more urgent and closer.

He turned around—only halfway, glancing sideways at Yan Liang.

The face was no longer calm; instead, it had turned cold.

"I already said that." His voice wasn't loud, but it pierced Yan Liang's ears like shards of ice. "You're not qualified."

Yan Liang opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something—

"I don't want to repeat myself a second time," Cheng Mingyuan interrupted him, his tone even colder. "You'd better not make me waste my breath."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

The footsteps gradually faded away, disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Yan Liang stood there, staring blankly in that direction. His lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word.

for a long time.

He dragged his heavy steps and slowly walked back to his dormitory.

That sense of loss was second only to the time when he broke up with Xu Fei and his group.

He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind a jumbled mess.

He truly didn't understand—why did he fail every time?

He was clearly very careful, thinking carefully about every step he took, and he believed that he had done a good job in every aspect and had never given himself away.

But why has it turned out like this?

As I thought about it, drowsiness gradually crept in.

His ability to comfort himself was indeed strong. His final thought was: he's just a trainee in an advanced training ground; if he can't get close, he can't get close. Even if he did, it might not be of any use; it's better to get close to the people in the training ground—at least they're more down-to-earth.

He had already made up his mind; he would find a way to get close to Ellis tomorrow. Given the right opportunity, with his abilities, he could still make it big.

……

Life at the martial arts academy didn't pass by too quickly.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

It happened in the blink of an eye, without a sound.

During this time, Wu Sheng introduced the Suoguli group to Cheng Mingyuan and also finalized the deal regarding the trade of the exotic beast meat shares.

Both sides got what they wanted—Suoguli got the potential potion, and Cheng Mingyuan got the beast meat. Everyone was happy.

……

The main theme in the training ground is always practice, and more practice.

Even the laziest person will spend time cultivating.

In addition to the daily conversations that Liu Zhen and his friends engage in to deepen their relationships, their circle also consists of sparring and practice.

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After all, for martial artists, great strength is the foundation of everything.

Day 11.

It was afternoon.

In a corner of the training ground, Wu Sheng was practicing his body tempering technique as usual.

[Wu Sheng]: Vitality 18/19 (4/23)

[Body Tempering Level 7: 639/640]

With the supply of exotic beast meat and a large amount of potential potions, Wu Sheng's body tempering progress can advance by about sixty points every day.

To be honest, if he were willing to exchange the beast meat for potential potions, this speed could be increased even further—after all, one piece of beast meat could be exchanged for four potions from Cheng Mingyuan. For him, who possesses a primordial core, the effects of potential potions are far superior to those of beast meat.

But after thinking it over, he gave up on the idea.

Firstly, he didn't want others to notice his abnormality. Secondly, if there were too many potential-enhancing potions, he might not be able to process them all. The life potential attached to the primordial core was only twenty-three points, and although it would recover a portion every day, it couldn't withstand the consumption of so many potions.

With three to four potential potions a day, plus two portions of alien beast meat, the life potential of the primordial core is basically depleted to only about four points.

Being greedy for more is counterproductive.

And at this very moment—breaking through the sixth level of Body Tempering and reaching the seventh level of Body Tempering—is just around the corner.

Wu Sheng could clearly feel that the blood and qi in his body were boiling. Moreover, this breakthrough was much stronger than the previous ones.

He was worried that a breakthrough might cause some kind of disturbance and attract attention.

After thinking for a moment, he suppressed his restless blood and left the training ground, quickly returning to his dormitory.

As soon as he arrived at the dormitory entrance, his blood was already surging with energy. He could even hear his heart pounding like a drum.

Wu Sheng no longer restrained himself.

boom!

Let your Qi and blood flow freely!

A powerful surge of heat coursed through every corner of his body. His blood became hotter and more powerful, his muscles bulged, and his bones became stronger. The most noticeable change was in his strength—a power that surged from the depths of his marrow gave him the illusion that he could punch through a wall.

His current punching power is estimated to be over 1,000 kilograms—around 1,500 kilograms.

In addition, that familiar itching sensation returned from my spine.

He could feel a power brewing in his spine. But after a long time, it still hadn't fully formed. It seemed that even with the seventh level of body tempering, he couldn't truly unleash this power.

But it doesn't matter—he still has time.

Wu Sheng clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within his body.

(Some people say that there is a problem with the data display settings. It should only show the state after the current state has been reached, instead of showing the state that is about to be broken through.)

The author will make a change here.

However, modifying each one individually would be too troublesome, so I'll explain it here and use the term "quasi-martial artist" as a transition; in reality, it's equivalent to the seventh level of Body Tempering.

[Wu Sheng]: Vitality 19/20 (5/24)

[Quasi-Martial Artist (Body Tempering Level 7): 1/2000]

[Combat Skills (Intermediate): 69/500]

【? ? : (In gestation)】

Judging from the original core data, he has officially entered the ranks of the seventh level of body tempering.

Once he completes the seventh level of body tempering, he can officially become a martial artist.

only--

The three question marks, along with the words "in gestation," puzzled him.

What is being conceived here?

He couldn't help but recall the itchy sensation that came from his spine every time he broke through.

"Could it be... that something is growing out of my spine?"