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

Fatty Wang opened his mouth in surprise; his expression didn't seem like he was joking.

"Brother Xiao, are you really going to give it a try?"

"try!"

Ye Xiao's tone was firm.

He also wanted to test what level of pressure he could withstand, given that he was currently at the Yi Jin Jing level with his Extreme Martial Body.

Fatty Wang walked to the control panel on the wall and adjusted the parameters.

After Ye Xiao was ready.

He finally pressed a red button.

"Buzz—"

The hammer moved.

It was slow, like a giant beast awakening.

It rose to its highest point, paused for a second, and then—fell down!

"Bang!"

The entire training hall was shaking.

The hammer slammed into Ye Xiao's shoulder with a dull thud, like forging in a blacksmith's shop or driving piles on a construction site.

Ye Xiao's body swayed slightly.

The muscles in my shoulder were dented from the impact, then bounced back.

He stood there, his feet still.

[Ding! Your Extreme Martial Body has received a small amount of body-refining power!]

Ye Xiao heard a system notification sound.

A look of unexpected joy appeared on his face. "So, tempering the body allows the Ultimate Martial Body to continue evolving?"

At this moment, Fatty Wang looked at Ye Xiao with some worry.

"Fifty pounds." Fatty Wang looked at the numbers on the control panel. "Brother Xiao, how does it feel?"

"It's too light," Ye Xiao said.

Fatty Wang swallowed hard and adjusted the number to 100 jin.

"Bang!"

Ye Xiao's shoulder slumped down again and bounced back.

[Ding! Your Extreme Martial Body has received a small amount of body-refining power!]

His body swayed slightly, but his feet remained still.

"Two hundred catties."

"Bang!"

[Ding! Your Extreme Martial Body has gained a small amount of body-refining power!]

"Five hundred catties."

"Bang!"

[Ding! Your Extreme Martial Body has gained a small amount of body-refining power!]

"Eight hundred catties."

"Bang!"

[Ding! Your Extreme Martial Body has gained a moderate amount of body-refining power!]

Ye Xiao's foot finally moved.

He took a half step back, steadied himself, and looked up at the hammer.

His shoulder was bright red, as if it had been burned.

"Is that enough?" Fatty Wang's voice trembled. "Brother Xiao, don't be reckless! If you really cause something serious, I'll be so sorry!"

Ye Xiao stretched his shoulders, and his bones cracked.

"Fatty, one more time!"

Fatty Wang watched his retreating figure, wanting to say something, but said nothing.

He adjusted the number to 1,000 jin.

"Bang--!"

This time, the voice was different.

It wasn't a dull thud, but the groan of metal—the hammer struck Ye Xiao's shoulder, bounced up, and the entire mechanical arm trembled.

The numbers on the console jumped once, then jumped again, and then stabilized.

Ye Xiao's body bent slightly, his knees bent, and his waist bent.

But he did not fall.

He gritted his teeth and slowly straightened up, as if floating up from the bottom of the water.

[Ding! Your Extreme Martial Body has gained a large amount of body-refining power!]

"One thousand jin!" Fatty Wang's voice was loud. "Brother Xiao, that's enough! That's really enough!"

Ye Xiao stepped out from under the hammer, his shoulder was covered in red marks, but his bones were not broken. He had also reached the limit he could currently bear. Ye Xiao would not force himself to increase the weight. He could stop once he had achieved the effect of body tempering.

And just then...

He could feel his whole body starting to heat up, and the flow of his blood and qi was noticeably faster!

Congratulations on successfully learning the passive skill: Unyielding!

Ye Xiao's eyes lit up: "The hammering I did just now actually helped me unlock a passive skill?"

This was an unexpected surprise for Ye Xiao!

[Unending Streak (Passive): When you take damage, it accelerates your recovery speed!]

"So this is the benefit of body tempering?"

Ye Xiao felt a warm sensation inside his body, and his blood circulation accelerated.

He stretched his shoulders.

You can see that the bright red patch on his shoulder is healing at a visible speed.

His muscle and bone pain also subsided quickly.

The passive effect of "Unceasing" is quite remarkable!

Ye Xiao suddenly became very interested in the body tempering project!

In addition to practicing boxing, he also had to take care of physical training.

Just then, Ye Xiao looked into the depths of the venue.

"What's that?" he asked, pointing to a huge machine.

Fatty Wang looked in the direction he was pointing.

It was a drum-shaped machine, three meters in diameter, lying horizontally on the ground, its inner walls covered with protruding metal lumps.

"That's a 'meat grinder'," Fatty Wang said.

"It's for training your whole body's resistance to blows. You go in, the machine starts turning, and those raised bumps will roll over your body from all angles."

"The faster the speed, the more brutal the crushing. At the highest speed, it's equivalent to being ganged up on by hundreds of people at the same time."

"Has anyone used it?" Ye Xiao asked curiously.

"Yes. A sophomore at our school, from the gifted program. He got dizzy after spinning around three times and vomited for two days."

Ye Xiao walked over and patted the cold metal casing.

The protrusions on the inner wall are like countless fists, waiting to crush anyone who goes inside.

He turned to look at another machine.

It was a huge pillar, its surface covered with grooves, stretching from the ground all the way to the ceiling.

There is a track around the pillar, with a metal arm hanging from it that can move up and down.

"That's the 'Thousand-Pound Pillar'," Fatty Wang said. "It trains finger strength, grip strength, and grasping power. Those grooves on the pillar are for gripping. You grab the grooves, hang yourself up, and then use the strength of your fingers to climb upwards. Once you reach the top, you'll have the strength to lift ten thousand pounds."

Ye Xiao asked curiously, "Has anyone climbed to the top?"

"Yes. When the museum was built, a director climbed up there. But no one has done it since." Fatty Wang's knowledge base is quite extensive.

Ye Xiao tapped his fingers on the pillar, producing a crisp metallic sound.

He walked toward the third machine.

It was a huge wall, covered with countless raised punching bags, like a honeycomb.

Each punching dummy is connected to a sensor, and there is a huge screen on the wall displaying numbers.

"That's the 'Wall of Ten Thousand Punches'," Fatty Wang said. "It's for training punching speed and power. You punch those targets, and each target records your power and speed. One wall, ten thousand targets, and when they're all lit up, you graduate."

What is the highest record?

"Two thousand seven hundred. It was created by a senior student, who was also a student in the gifted program."

"However, after the fight, his fist was so badly injured that he couldn't hold chopsticks for half a month."

Ye Xiao looked at the wall.

The punching targets were arranged neatly, like a silent army.

He raised his fist and punched the nearest target.

"Bang!"

The screen lit up briefly: 476 jin (approximately 288 catties).

Fatty Wang glanced at the numbers, his expression one of shock, and he gasped.

"Brother Xiao, isn't your punch a bit over the top?"

"A casual punch that could have thrown nearly 500 pounds of force?"

Ye Xiao nodded calmly.

"It's alright, I didn't use much force."

Ye Xiao wasn't saying this to show off.

In fact, he didn't use much force.

Because he hasn't even met the standard for advancing to the next level, let alone raising his level by throwing a punch.