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

It's 8:30 in the morning.

Jiang Heng stepped off the subway and into the Wu'an Bureau.

After walking a few steps, they saw several criminal suspects locked in the interrogation room next door, while Fang Hai, one of Lü Zehai's team members, was standing outside the interrogation room.

Jiang Heng immediately greeted him, "Good morning, Brother Fang!"

Fang Hai nodded: "Little Jiang is here."

Jiang Heng glanced at the people leaning against the wall in the interrogation room and casually asked, "Brother Fang, who are these...?"

Fang Hai explained, "Last night, the team leader led us to arrest those members of the Yangjiang Chamber of Commerce who had fled."

Jiang Heng was slightly taken aback: "They've all been caught?"

Fang Hai shook his head: "No, the president of the Yangjiang Chamber of Commerce, Chen Tao, and the vice president, Chen Chi, have not been caught yet."

As he spoke, Fang Hai smiled and said, "If we can capture these two people, we can make a fortune."

"How so?" Jiang Heng raised an eyebrow slightly.

Fang Hai explained, "Recently, the bureau has confirmed other evidence of crimes committed by this group from the Yangjiang Chamber of Commerce."

The two brothers, Chen Tao and Chen Chi, who were leading the group, were suspected of having some connection with the Dangshan Army in the south.

Therefore, the bureau increased the bounty on both of them; capturing either one would yield at least six thousand merit points.

The Dangshan Army is one of the local separatist forces in the Thai-Myanmar Administrative Region, south of Nanjiang City.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Heng raised an eyebrow slightly.

So many?

Generally speaking, a criminal suspect who is physically apprehended will receive a merit reward of one to two thousand merit points from the bureau.

Jiang Heng was able to earn 2,500 yuan before mainly because the bureau discovered the strongholds of other Yangjiang Chamber of Commerce members through Shi Hong.

Thinking of this, Jiang Heng's heart stirred.

One person can have six thousand merits... If he can get six thousand merits, he can buy another superior basic martial arts manual.

Martial arts can be learned in one style only. The "Eight Forms of Vajra" can only develop 60% of his superficial physical potential.

If he intends to develop the remaining 40%, he will need to practice other martial arts or medicines.

I've heard that those second-generation martial arts practitioners in the city center will try their best to master two or three superior basic martial arts before their physical body level breaks through to level two, thereby increasing their superficial muscle potential to 80% or even 90%, making them far stronger than martial artists of the same level.

Jiang Heng hadn't had this idea before.

But now... he's starting to feel a little tempted.

After all, he can master a martial art to perfection today.

With such terrifying efficiency, it would be a waste not to practice a few more martial arts techniques and further enhance one's superficial physical potential...

Having regained his composure, he bid farewell to Fang Hai and headed to the sports field inside the Wu'an Bureau.

……

At noon, after completing today's reserve team training, Jiang Heng took the subway back to his rented apartment.

"I should be able to raise my proficiency in the Vajra Eight Forms to 100% today..."

Jiang Heng cleared the vacant lot in the rented room and then began practicing the Vajra Eight Forms.

He stood still, grasped the energy within his body, and gradually grew it from its weakest source, accompanying his every move, either gathering and exploding, or flowing through his flesh and blood.

A few hours later.

He stopped his cultivation, the sharp pain in his body feeling as clear as if he were being pricked by needles.

[Current condition: Mild candlestick disease, severe myofunctional syndrome]

He closed his eyes and silently recited in his heart.

"Disease erodes, transformation occurs!"

Then, a mysterious power surged from the void, quickly clearing away the lesions in his body and transforming them into physical strength and proficiency in the Vajra Eight Forms.

Strands of memories about the "Eight Forms of Vajra" flowed through Jiang Heng's mind, and his perception of the bio-energy within his body became increasingly clear...

A few seconds later.

It was as if a barrier in Jiang Heng's mind had been completely broken through, and he had thoroughly mastered the "Eight Forms of Vajra," as if he could use them at will.

The power of [Disease Corrosion] gradually dissipated, and Jiang Heng opened his eyes.

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[Name: Jiang Heng]

[Physical Body Level: 1.65]

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

[Martial Arts: Vajra Eight Forms (Perfect)]

[Current condition: Mild candidacy, mild microbial functional syndrome]

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"It's finally complete..."

Jiang Heng nodded in satisfaction; all those nights he had to suffer for four hours straight had been worth it.

"Give it a try."

On a whim, he threw a punch forward.

In an instant, the bio-energy in his body's cells gathered into a robust aura, which quickly spread along his right arm to his fist.

Bang!

The fist struck like a hammer, creating a deep sonic boom in the air, and ripples spread outwards in all directions!

"very good."

Jiang Heng nodded slightly in satisfaction.

If it were ten days ago, if he wanted to use the hammer move from the Eight Vajra Forms, he would probably have to first regulate his breathing and concentrate his mind to mobilize the energy in his body, and it would take him a second or two to execute this move.

Now, however, his thoughts follow his mind, and the energy within his body is as responsive as his own arm. He can unleash the energy within his body the instant he throws a punch, thus executing the hammer strike.

He thought for a moment, then expanded the [Physical Level] section on the panel and found the [Superficial Muscle Potential] option among the various expanded items below.

[Superficial muscle potential: 60%]

Sure enough, after breaking through to the perfect state of the Vajra Eight Forms, the potential of the superficial muscles also increased to 60%.

In other words, I can now mobilize 60% of the bioenergy in my skin cells...

Jiang Heng stretched out his palm and slowly clenched his fist.

As you feel the power surging in your fingertips, a robust energy flows through your palm.

"good."

Most of the Wu'an members in the Wu'an Bureau who have been in service for three to five years have a physical level of around 1.50.

Their mastery of martial arts is generally at a minor level, with very few reaching a major level, let alone perfection.

Only about 10% of the Wu'an team members are able to master a martial art to perfection.

Therefore, Jiang Heng's current strength has actually surpassed that of most of the official Wu'an team members.

Only those veteran players who have played for five or even ten years can pose a threat to him.

If placed in the outside world, he would be one in a hundred among martial artists at the physical level.

"Next, we need to raise our physical body level to 1.99 as soon as possible."

Hmm... I can contact Professor Li about the EPC-type physical body enhancement potion now.

One potion can raise my level by 0.2 to 0.3... I wonder if it can help me jump straight to level 1.99.

Jiang Heng tapped the tabletop lightly with his fingertips.

"Also, if I can get some merit points, I can buy another martial art. Perhaps I can raise my shallow physical potential to another level before breaking through to the second level of physical body."

……

"Bang bang bang—"

The crisp sound of gunfire rang out in the shooting range.

"Ten shots, ten rings."

Bai Yong looked at Jiang Heng with surprise: "You've got some skills, kid... You've only been shooting for a few days and you're already shooting so accurately."

The other newcomers looked at Jiang Heng with a mixture of envy and bitterness.

Although it is difficult to determine the specific physical level, some changes can still be observed after spending time together.

Many people present could sense that Jiang Heng's aura was growing stronger at an extremely rapid pace.

Furthermore, during this period, Jiang Heng consistently ranked first in all the courses and training that Bai Yong taught, and no one else had the ability to compete with him.

Such extraordinary talent and ability naturally made other newcomers feel envious.

Bai Yong waved his hand at Jiang Heng: "Alright, your training is over for today. You can leave now."

"Okay, thank you, Captain." Jiang Heng nodded, then turned and left the sports field.

An hour later, Jiang Heng walked out of the subway station and casually glanced at Xibin Street.

At this time, some thugs reappeared on West Bund Street.

Clearly, the dust had settled after the arrest of the Fierce Wolf Gang, and the scattered street thugs had returned to the streets.

This is the norm in the western suburbs of Nanjiang City: an endless stream of thugs and gangsters.

The reason for this situation, besides the prevalence of martial arts, is more importantly the rampant presence of major world powers and capital, which are constantly encroaching on the living space of ordinary people...

Jiang Heng withdrew his gaze and was about to return to his rented room when he caught a glimpse of a somewhat familiar breakfast stall not far away.

At that moment, the car crashed into the corner of the wall, overturned, and the remaining breakfast inside was scattered all over the ground.

The young man named Song Yingjie, the son of Uncle Song who runs the breakfast stall, was frantically picking up the things scattered on the ground and trying to right the cart.

Even after turning red in the face, they still failed.

Jiang Heng shook his head slightly in his heart.

He can't even push a breakfast stall cart. With that kind of physical strength, even if he trains for another year, it will probably be difficult for him to pass the Wu'an Bureau exam.

He stepped forward, stretched out his right hand, and placed it on the edge of the breakfast stall. The entire stall was upright in his hand, like a building block.

“Eh…”

Song Yingjie was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw that it was Jiang Heng. He quickly thanked him, "Thank you, thank you, brother."

Jiang Heng smiled and said, "I'm not even as old as you... What's going on with you?"

Song Yingjie scratched his head awkwardly: "I'd never ridden my dad's bike before, so I wasn't very skilled and ended up crashing into it..."

As he was speaking, he suddenly noticed that the area in front of the motor had dented.

"not good!"

His expression changed, and he quickly got into the driver's seat and tried to start the car again, but there was no response after several attempts.

"Oh no, the car's wrecked! How are we going to get it back...?"

Seeing his anxious and sweaty appearance, Jiang Heng thought for a moment and asked, "Where do you live? Is it far away?"

Song Yingjie subconsciously replied, "It's on Shangmei Street."

Shangmei Street is only a little over a kilometer away from Xibin Street, which is just over ten minutes away, so it's not far.

Jiang Heng said, "Alright, don't start it. Let me push the car home for you first."

"what?"

Song Yingjie was stunned for a moment, then quickly jumped out of the driver's seat and hurriedly thanked him, "Thank you, thank you, brother."

"It's okay." Jiang Heng placed one hand on the back wall of the car, walking forward as easily as if he were pushing a stroller.

Song Yingjie also quickly stepped in to help, pushing the cart with all his might.

After walking for a while...

Jiang Heng glanced calmly at Song Yingjie beside him.

He didn't pay attention to it yesterday morning, but after observing carefully today, he realized that Song Yingjie's condition was indeed a bit off.

His face was unusually flushed, and he was highly agitated; Jiang Heng remembered this state before.

Four months ago, when the original owner of this body was lured by the Yangjiang Chamber of Commerce and just began practicing the Unlicensed Breathing Technique, she looked just like this.

Did he also practice uncertified breathing techniques?

Jiang Heng pondered for a while before asking:

"Xiao Song, I heard from your dad that you wanted to apply to the Martial Security Bureau. How's your training going lately?"

Song Yingjie was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously replied, "Uh, it used to be very slow, but it's gotten much faster recently."

"Oh? Why is that?"

Song Yingjie hesitated, seemingly reluctant to speak, but then he thought that Jiang Heng was currently helping him, and he felt embarrassed not to say anything.

He said somewhat vaguely, "Yes, I met a very powerful master who is currently staying at my house. He has taught me a lot."

Jiang Heng's gaze sharpened slightly: "When did you encounter them?"

Song Yingjie thought for a moment and said, "It was about half a month ago."

Two weeks ago...

Jiang Heng's eyelids twitched slightly.

Two weeks ago, the Wu'an Bureau of Yuquan District raided the Yangjiang Chamber of Commerce's headquarters...