From being plagued by all kinds of diseases to becoming a powerful martial arts demon god!

In the rented room.

Jiang Heng stood in the open space, his eyes flickering slightly.

What does it mean to master a martial art to perfection in ten days?

For an ordinary martial artist of the physical level, it would take at least 3 to 5 years to cultivate a basic martial art to the point of perfection.

Even the most talented martial artists within the Wu'an Bureau, who diligently practice every day, still need one to two years to master a martial art.

In just a few hours, Jiang Heng improved his proficiency in a superior basic martial art to the entry level of 10%.

Even if the difficulty of improving proficiency gradually increases, he should still be able to master the Vajra Eight Forms within ten days.

Equivalent to hundreds of times that of other martial artists...

Jiang Heng regained his composure and gradually calmed his emotions.

If your proficiency in the Vajra Eight Forms exceeds 10%, it means you have already entered the basics.

Therefore, this basic martial art can also play a certain role in actual combat.

He first got up, picked up the bottled water and instant bread on the table, and stuffed a few mouthfuls into his mouth. The power of the [Disease Corrosion] feedback was not enough to fill his stomach.

He had been practicing for seven or eight hours, which made him miss lunch and dinner.

After finishing his bread, Jiang Heng stood up again and assumed the stance of the "Eight Forms of Vajra".

The Vajra Eight Forms consists of eight moves: top, embrace, lift, straddle, move, block, strike, and hammer.

The most powerful of these is the "hammer" method.

He spread his legs wide, lowered his center of gravity, and controlled the bio-energy in his body cells to gather into a sense of qi, which then rapidly moved along a certain meridian pathway.

Just before the energy surged to the tip of his fist, Jiang Heng opened his eyes, stepped forward with his left leg, and channeled all his power from his spine into his right arm!

His entire right arm seemed to transform into a massive hammer, carrying the energy from his flesh and blood, and slammed forward with a deafening roar!

Bang!

A deep sonic boom suddenly echoed in the rented room.

A storm suddenly erupted in the silent room, spreading in all directions from Jiang Heng's fist as the center point!

"Huff huff..."

The wind and waves swept across the desk, scattering the papers on it to the ground.

"Such formidable power..." Jiang Heng exclaimed inwardly.

If that punch landed on someone, it would probably turn them into a bloody pulp...

"You really do get what you pay for; superior martial arts are truly different."

When Jiang Heng was observing other newcomers in the martial arts room, he didn't find anyone whose martial arts had such a strong increase.

He slowly retracted his fist, and after releasing his energy, he felt a slight fatigue in his body.

That's normal.

"Qi sensation" is essentially bioenergy extracted from the body's cells. After using bioenergy, the body will also get tired faster.

The basic martial arts training extracts the bioenergy from the skin and superficial muscles, which is the potential of the superficial muscles.

Once the physical body reaches level two, the energy extracted during the tempering and refinement of advanced martial arts is the bio-energy deep within the flesh and blood.

The higher one's proficiency in martial arts, the more qi one can draw upon, and the greater the power one can unleash...

Still hungry...

Jiang Heng rubbed his empty stomach. With his current energy consumption, a single piece of bread was simply not enough to fill him up.

"Let's go downstairs and grab a late-night snack..."

Jiang Heng then picked up the key, pushed open the door, and went to the next street to spend two hundred yuan on a mutton soup.

……

In the time that follows.

Jiang Heng attended Bai Yong's training course at the Wu'an Bureau in the morning, and practiced the candlelight breathing method in the afternoon.

In the evening, he would begin practicing the Vajra Eight Forms, practicing until 2 a.m., and then go to sleep.

His physical strength level and proficiency in the "Eight Vajra Forms" are both increasing rapidly...

More than ten days later.

It was early morning, at seven o'clock.

Jiang Heng opened his eyes on time, washed his face and brushed his teeth in the bathroom, and after cleaning himself up, he opened his own control panel.

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[Name: Jiang Heng]

[Physical Body Level: 1.64]

[Techniques: Ninth Set of Gengjin Breathing Method (Perfected); Candlelight Series - Level 1 Breathing Method (Proficiency 31%)]

[Martial Arts: Vajra Eight Forms (Proficiency 93%)]

[Current condition: Mild candlestick disease, mild biological muscle syndrome]

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Although the difficulty of improvement gradually increases as the physical body level gradually enters the late stage of level one.

However, the efficiency of converting [Disease Erosion] into Candlelight Disease is still considerable, and daily cultivation can increase the level by at least 0.01.

Therefore, his physical body level also increased from level 1.46 to level 1.64, officially entering the late stage of level one, and his muscle strength reached 1,600 kilograms.

On the other hand, the proficiency of "Eight Forms of Vajra" has also been successfully increased from 10% to 93%.

If I practice again when I get back tonight, I should be able to raise my proficiency to 100%...

Jiang Heng looked at the data on the panel with satisfaction.

He could easily kill two or three versions of himself who had never learned martial arts before.

"work."

He closed the panel, put on the uniform issued by the Security Bureau, and straightened his cuffs and collar.

The uniforms for the Armed Police Bureau were all made three days ago and distributed to every member of the reserve team.

The stitching is dense, the workmanship is excellent, and the material is very comfortable against the skin. You probably couldn't buy one for less than several thousand yuan on the market.

Now, when he wears it, he looks tall, strong, and full of vigor, completely unlike the loose and baggy look he had when he wore the city management uniform.

"The material is good."

Jiang Heng pushed open the door and went out, intending to have breakfast first.

……

Snack street, breakfast stalls.

Jiang Heng stood in front of the stall, pondering what he should eat today.

Behind the stall stood a young man of about eighteen or nineteen, looking at the Wu'an Bureau uniform with envy.

Jiang Heng said, "Five tea eggs, four baskets of xiaolongbao, two meat buns, and a cup of soy milk."

"Okay, sure."

The young man behind the stall snapped out of his daze and quickly took out a plastic bag to pack breakfast for Jiang Heng.

Jiang Heng glanced at the familiar breakfast stall, then at the unfamiliar young man standing behind it.

"Where's the uncle who used to buy breakfast here? Why isn't he here?"

The young man explained, "Oh, that's my dad. He's sick, but he still has to run the business, so I'm selling breakfast in his place."

Jiang Heng nodded and glanced at the young man in front of him.

The breakfast stall he frequents is owned by an uncle surnamed Song, and his son is named Song Yingjie.

I had heard Uncle Song mention before that his son was introverted and shy, and that he dropped out of school because he was bullied.

After that, he practiced martial arts at home with the goal of passing the exam for the Martial Security Bureau, but now it seems that he has failed.

But... there's something strange about his appearance.

Song Yingjie had bright eyes and a ruddy complexion, looking energetic, but perhaps a little too energetic...

Jiang Heng felt a little strange, but didn't think much of it. He took the breakfast and turned to leave.

Standing behind the stall, Song Yingjie watched Jiang Heng's departing figure with envy, muttering to himself:

"The uniforms of the Military Security Bureau are so cool... But I'm not bad either. Next year, I'll definitely pass the exam and get into the Military Security Bureau!"

He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, an unnatural flush appearing on his face.

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