The weakest martial artist? One punch and he's leveled up a whole realm!

Just then.

Fatty Wang changed the subject: "Brother Xiao, you have a bank card, right?"

Ye Xiao shook his head.

He was already a specially recruited student.

Tuition fees were not paid, and meals were only provided at the bare minimum standard.

Where can I use a bank card?

Fatty Wang was immediately troubled.

"Then how can I give you the money?"

"What do you need money for?"

"Of course I'll give you the money! Without you, Brother Xiao, my mom would never have given me a million!"

"Well......."

"Moreover, after I give you this million, I'll have another million next week."

"Huh? You're going to give me all of a million?"

"Yeah, Brother Xiao, let's collaborate more in the future. You help me improve my skills, and I'll help you make money!"

Ye Xiao was stunned for a full five seconds before speaking.

"You mean, we're going to team up and make money off your mother?"

He could not laugh or cry.

"Why do you always side with outsiders, son?"

"If your mom finds out about this, she'll beat you up, won't she?"

Fatty Wang chuckled and said mysteriously.

"Brother Xiao, I'm only telling you this secret, so please don't tell anyone!"

Ye Xiao nodded.

"Actually, my family is extremely wealthy! We're the kind of family where we could never spend all our money!"

Ye Xiao was shocked.

What does your family do?

Fatty Wang kept his mouth shut and maintained his mysterious smile.

"I can't say that. My mom and I made a three-point agreement that I can't reveal my family background while I'm at school."

Ye Xiao nodded silently.

Who would have thought that this seemingly honest-looking fat man actually comes from an extremely wealthy background?

This was quite unexpected for him.

After all, judging from Wang Pangzi's every word and action, including his clothing, food, housing, and transportation.

In addition to his initial C-level profession.

There's no way to link Fatty Wang with a background of top-tier wealth.

Because Fatty Wang insisted on giving Ye Xiao one million.

Ye Xiao couldn't refuse such a kind invitation.

That is, a suggestion was made.

"Fatty, why don't you use this money to buy me a spirit ring?"

Fatty Wang stared at the spirit ring on Ye Xiao's finger.

"Brother Xiao, don't you already have one?"

The spirit ring Ye Xiao wore was lent to him by Su Muyun.

"This isn't mine; I borrowed it from someone else, and I need to return it later."

Fatty Wang nodded.

"No problem, Brother Xiao, I'll take care of this!"

.......

I rested overnight and nothing happened.

After waking up the next day.

Fatty Wang accompanied Ye Xiao to the body-training hall because Fatty Wang also wanted to train his body.

8:30 a.m.

South District.

When the two arrived at the training hall, they found it to be a deserted place.

The most crowded areas are the Element Hall, Weapon Hall, and other popular mainstream profession halls.

A martial artist like Ye Xiao.

He was the only one in the entire Jiangda University.

The need for body tempering.

Ye Xiao was the most successful among them.

Others, at most, assist in physical cultivation, but their main focus remains on their profession.

The two stood in front of a gray building.

Ye Xiao was unfamiliar with this building.

In the few days since the start of the semester, he has been going back and forth between his dormitory and the gravity tower, and has never been here before.

It's not that I didn't want to come, it's that I didn't know—that the academy also had training facilities for professions like martial arts.

"The Body Training Hall," Fatty Wang said casually, standing next to him. "It's specifically for body-training professions. Martial artists, warriors, boxers, monks... all train here."

"Why is it so deserted? Is this place in seclusion?" Ye Xiao looked around.

Fatty Wang glanced at him, his expression complicated: "Because...not many people use it. Who still practices body tempering these days? Magic users can just use pills, comprehend the five elements, or summon and train contracted beasts. Body tempering? It's bitter, tiring, and has no future."

He paused for a moment, then added, "But the things here are really good. They're all prepared for professions that specialize in body tempering."

Ye Xiao entered the Body Refining Hall.

He could smell dust in the air, and many places were covered with a layer of dust.

This indicates that this place is usually not frequented by many people.

Behind the door was a long corridor, dimly lit, with faded posters on the walls.

"Champion of the 4th National Body Refinement Competition!"

"The excavation site of the Extreme Martial Sect ruins!"

"Physical Achievement: The Ultimate Path of a Warrior!"

The corners of the poster were curled up and covered in a layer of dust, as if no one had touched it for a long time.

At the end of the corridor was an even larger iron gate.

A line of words was engraved on the door:

"The physical body is the armor of the soul; if the armor is not strong, the soul cannot exist."

Behind the door was a huge space.

The dome is very high, about fifty meters high.

The beams of light cast through the skylight cut out the boundary between light and shadow, and tiny dust particles floated in the air like golden shavings.

The entire venue was as quiet as a forgotten temple.

Ye Xiao stood at the door and looked for a long time.

It's not because it's big.

It's because—those machines are arranged in rows, in rows, in rows, in rows.

The steel skeleton lay silent in the shadows, like a sleeping behemoth.

He recognized some of the machines.

The walls are the same as those in the gravity tower, made of obsidian iron, which he had seen in the gravity chamber.

Some of them were completely unfamiliar to him.

Huge hydraulic arms, rotating drums, walls covered with protrusions, and a transparent hull filled with liquid.

Each machine has a nameplate engraved with its name, purpose, and historical records.

The edges of the nameplate are worn and the lettering is blurred, as if it has been touched by countless hands.

"Are these... all for body tempering?" Ye Xiao asked.

"Yes." Fatty Wang walked to the nearest machine and patted the rusty iron arm.

"A 10,000-pound hydraulic hammer. It's specifically for training your resistance to blows. You stand underneath it and let the hammer hit you. You start with 50 pounds and gradually increase the weight until you reach 10,000 pounds, then you've graduated."

"Smash?" Ye Xiao looked at the machine. The hammer was as big as a tabletop, hanging overhead as if it would fall at any moment.

"Yes, smash them," Fatty Wang said. "A martial artist's training isn't just about hitting people, it's also about being able to take hits. You punch someone, and they punch you back. Whoever has the toughest body will be the last one standing."

He paused for a moment: "But very few people use this thing. It hurts too much. The last time someone used it was three years ago, a senior in college, who ran away after practicing for two days."

Ye Xiao walked to the bottom of the hydraulic hammer and looked up at the huge iron hammer.

Sunlight streamed through the skylight, casting the hammer's shadow on his face like a black tombstone.

Ye Xiao chuckled, shaking his head helplessly: "Fatty, you know a lot, huh? You're not just joking with me, are you? If this thing hits me, I'll be turned into a meat pie!"

Fatty Wang laughed and quickly explained.

"Brother Xiao, why would I lie to you? Because all these machines were sold by my family!"

The words fell.

Fatty Wang realized he had let something slip and quickly covered his mouth.

Ye Xiao raised an eyebrow and looked at the fat man in surprise: "Your family sells these?"

Fatty Wang blushed, coughed awkwardly, and changed the subject.

"Brother Xiao, do you want to give it a try?"

Ye Xiao suddenly felt a sense of eagerness to try.

Staring at the massive hydraulic hammer overhead, which looked like a colossal steel behemoth weighing tens of thousands of kilograms.

He uttered three words.

"How do I do it?"