Chinese Martial Arts: My Super Beast Clone

In the days that followed, Lin Hai would get up before dawn every day and stand in the courtyard for an hour to feel the first breath of life in the morning.

Then I went to the martial arts school and practiced stance training with all the disciples. Time passed by amidst sweat and the soreness and trembling of my muscles.

He could feel that with each standing meditation session, his body was undergoing subtle but definite changes.

My physique is gradually getting stronger, my strength is gradually increasing, and my sense of control over my body is deepening every day.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

That day, after Lin Hai finished practicing his stance in a corner of the martial arts school, he felt that his physical strength had reached another bottleneck.

Simply practicing hard is becoming less and less effective.

He knew it was time to use the second Tiger Power Pill.

Back home, he didn't disturb anyone, closed the door, and swallowed the dark red pill.

The familiar heat surged in my abdomen again, even more intensely than before.

Lin Hai dared not be negligent and immediately assumed a "tiger-pouncing" stance.

An hour later, when the effects of the drug had completely subsided, Lin Hai collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

He immediately calmed himself down.

A pale blue light curtain unfolded before my eyes.

[Character: Lin Hai]

Physical Strength: 2.1

【Spirit: 4.2】

Strength: 312 jin (approximately 84,000 catties)

[Soul Avatar: Skink]

His physique increased to 2.1 meters, and his strength increased to 312 kilograms.

One Tiger Power Pill, plus half a month of arduous training, produced remarkable results.

But Lin Hai's gaze lingered on the "spirit" category.

4.2.

This number has remained almost unchanged since he transmigrated here.

Physical strength and power can be improved through training and elixirs, but the spirit seems to be frozen, completely still.

What exactly is this? And how can I improve it?

A sense of doubt arose in Lin Hai's heart.

He had a vague feeling that this attribute might be more important than physique and strength.

It's another morning.

At the Fuhu Martial Arts School, Lin Hai slowly lowered his body and assumed a stance in his usual spot in the courtyard.

Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, knees bent, lower your center of gravity, and place your hands in front of your abdomen as if holding a ball.

He closed his eyes, his breathing becoming long and deep.

One breath in, one breath out.

With the rhythm of his breathing, his chest and abdomen rose and fell slightly, and a faint warmth gathered in his dantian.

Time slipped away quietly amidst the monotonous practice.

Just as he was completely immersed in exploring his body, a violent tremor suddenly came from the depths of his mind.

It was a complex emotion mixed with excitement, longing, and a hint of fear.

It's a skink!

Lin Hai's heart stirred. The stakes remained intact, but his mind followed the invisible connection and simultaneously opened up the stone dragon's vision.

It was pitch black, with only a few faint rays of light filtering through the gaps in some pipes.

The air was filled with a damp, putrid smell.

This is from the perspective of a skink.

The skink darted swiftly through the narrow sewer.

Its body had grown to nearly thirty centimeters long, its entire body was crystal clear, and its scales reflected a faint light in the darkness. It moved silently, like a black lightning bolt.

That intense emotional surge came from ahead.

Lin Hai drove the skink, cautiously approaching in that direction.

After turning a corner of a pipe, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

This place was piled high with garbage, rotting food scraps, rags, rotten wood, and some unidentified filth, all mixed together to form a huge garbage dump.

That garbage dump looked like a rat's nest.

A dozen or so plump rats scurried around on the garbage heap, making squeaking noises, their red eyes gleaming menacingly in the darkness.

These rats living in the sewers are a size larger than those on the ground, and each one is incredibly fierce.

Lin Hai looked through Shi Longzi's gaze.

In the center of the garbage heap, beneath a pile of rags and food scraps, a faint golden light shimmered.

The light was dim, but it stood out starkly in the filthy darkness.

Lin Hai controlled the skink, pressing his body against the wet wall and inching forward, trying to get a better view.

Nearly.

closer.

Through the gaps in the trash, he finally saw the source of the golden light.

It was a strip of bright yellow material, about the length of an adult's finger, lying quietly in the filth.

Small yellow croaker!

It was a small yellow croaker!

Lin Hai's breath caught in his throat for a moment.

In this era, a small yellow croaker could be exchanged for forty silver dollars!

Forty silver dollars!

For him right now, it's a huge sum of money!

A strong sense of possessiveness instantly surged through Lin Hai's mind.

His instinct was to control the skink to rush over and retrieve the gold bar.

But the moment the thought crossed his mind, a rat seemed to sense something, and suddenly turned its head, its red eyes fixed on the direction where the skink was.

It bared its teeth and let out a sharp hiss.

"squeak!"

Instantly, all the rats on the garbage heap stopped moving, and more than a dozen pairs of red eyes stared at them.

Lin Hai shivered.

He immediately controlled the skink, remaining motionless and suppressing his aura to the extreme, blending into the shadows of the pipe like a real stone.

The rats peered around warily for a while, and when they found nothing amiss, they gradually relaxed and resumed rummaging through the garbage heap for food.

Lin Hai let out a long sigh of relief; his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

He knew he had acted impulsively.

When faced with a dozen or so large rats, once a skink is surrounded, there is only one fate: to be devoured.

No, we can't force it.

Lin Hai forced himself to calm down; these rats were the biggest obstacle.

To get the gold bars, you must first solve these problems.

He controlled the skink, and silently, little by little, withdrew from the area.

This matter requires further consideration.

……

When he got home, only his younger brother Lin An was there.

They saw Lin Hai rummaging through drawers and cupboards at home.

"Brother, what are you looking for?" Lin An asked curiously.

"Looking for something."

Lin Hai's voice was somewhat muffled. He eventually found several packages wrapped in oil paper in a dusty corner of a drawer in the kitchen.

It's rat poison.

Rat poison of that era consisted of highly toxic substances such as arsenic and realgar, with potent effects.

Lin Hai stuffed several packets of rat poison into his pocket and returned to his room. Lin An was carefully using a small wooden stick to push the frog into the glass tank.

The skink resting inside spotted the frog, quickly triggering its hunting instincts.

A dark shadow flashed by.

The skink was incredibly fast, appearing next to the frog almost instantly, opening its mouth, and biting the frog's head in one gulp.

A soft "click" sounded.

The frog's struggle stopped instantly.

The skink tilted its head back, its throat bobbing, and swallowed the frog, which was bigger than its head, whole.

Lin An's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands, exclaiming, "Stone is amazing!"