Cosmic Demon

Chapter 240 Qin Shi's specialized characteristics: simple, brutal, and invincible!

"It hurts! It hurts so much..."

In the special care ward of the First People's Hospital, Lin Xiong grinned, his face contorted.

Jiang Shijie and Wu Yong, who were standing nearby, felt a chill run down their spines; it was too much suffering for them.

Two burly nurses in white coats were seen, one holding Lin Xiong's arm and the other applying medicine.

A cotton swab dipped in purple liquid was applied to the charred skin.

It's like pouring a bowl of water into a hot oil pan; the already stiff, dead skin crackles and explodes into fine powder.

"It's alright, it's not a very serious problem. Your blood and flesh activity has been suppressed, which is causing your injury to heal very slowly. Rest well these few days and eat more high-energy nutrients."

The nurse in white said in a gruff voice.

The deep, resonant voice made Lin Xiong, whose arms were tightly clasped and kept at an intimate distance, want to cry but had no tears.

How can the medical staff at a local hospital in Hengzhou be like this?
They were all burly and strong, even more imposing than me!

"He looks tall and strong, so why does he complain about the pain when I apply medicine? He's so effeminate!"

After another nurse in white finished applying the medicine, she threw the disposable equipment into the trash can and casually patted Lin Xiong's butt, startling him.

"You can't get it wet for three hours, and you can't touch it again, otherwise it's easy to leave a scar."

Only after the two ravenous male nurses left did Jiang Shijie and Wu Yong dare to breathe freely.

They were just afraid of drawing attention to themselves and attracting fire for Lin Xiong.

"Old Lin is really lucky with women."

Wu Yong was the first to make a joke.

"go away!"

Lin Xiong glared with his bull-like eyes and cursed:

"That kid is too cunning. At first, I didn't think anything of it, that he could heal himself by circulating his life force, but the more I did it, the more something felt wrong. My arms were numb and itchy, and I couldn't lift them..."

After losing to Qin Shi, he originally wanted Hera to drop a medical kit to treat his injuries.

The results showed that even a professional-grade vitality could not heal the charred flesh and allow it to regrow.

No matter how Lin Xiong tried to circulate his internal energy, the injury was like a blocked riverbed, difficult to clear.

It's important to know that after breaking through to the professional level, the activity index of flesh and blood will reach a peak, greatly increasing the purity of vitality.

The powerful, specialized class can regenerate limbs even if an arm is cut off.

Even if its heart is crushed, it can still survive for a certain period of time.

However, Qin Shi's punch completely injured Lin Xiong, causing him to lose the self-healing effect of his professional-level mortal body.

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Jiang Shijie immediately contacted the best hospital in the Tai'an area.

After various tests, it turned out to be a false alarm.

Qin Shi's "ultimate move" pierced through the professional field, shattered the "Pure Steel Whale Armor," and incidentally "annihilated" some of the flesh's vigorous vitality in an extremely violent way, which is why this situation occurred.

"You'd better be careful! Old Lin's physical strength is quite formidable, even in the regular army, he's a well-known figure, and he can't stop him!"

Wu Yong's expression was solemn as he earnestly offered his reminder.

"What nonsense are you spouting, scholar? I was careless! I wasn't on guard! If I had known that kid was this cunning, I would have immediately activated a full defensive stance..."

Lin Xiong said indignantly.

"I know it well."

Jiang Shijie stopped the two "enemies" from their daily bickering and stared intently at Lin Xiong's charred arm.

"During the Qin Dynasty, his 'Military Strategy' should have had about eighty layers, and its lethality was just beginning to emerge."

I heard from my division commander that the Fourth Battalion reigns supreme in hand-to-hand combat. Without armor, two punches from them would take you down; if you fought to the death, the consequences would be even worse.

Wu Yong, however, was not convinced. He was a hardened member of the Seventh Battle Group and couldn't stand this kind of talk.
"In the era of Star Sea, large-scale military operations were not about hand-to-hand combat! Chiang Kai-shek didn't wear armor because he was underage and didn't want to overwhelm him with combat training and skills."

Lin Xiong opened his mouth, recalling the middle-aged man he had encountered at the entrance of the Nanhuang Martial Arts Academy.

It looks ordinary, but it has a familiar aura that only soldiers serving in combat groups can detect.

That smell of blood crawling out of a sea!

"I think……"

Lin Xiong hesitated.

"Just lie down and rest! I'll talk to the head nurse later. You're a bit manic and have post-traumatic stress disorder. I'll ask her to arrange a few more male nurses for you!"

Wu Yong laughed and pulled Jiang Shijie away.

"Scholar, your mother..."

Lin Xiong was so angry that his mouth almost twisted, but he was helpless and could only offer a few words of greeting before obediently following the doctor's orders.

……

……

For the next two days, Qin Shi did not step out of the meditation room.

Entering a specialized field, one's mortal body undergoes a complete transformation, no longer reverting to its original flesh and blood form.

After completing his breakthrough, Qin Shi had a strange illusion: as the pointer continued to move and rotate, he seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

This speed far exceeds the growth rate of cultivation!
"The feeling of becoming a full-time professional is so wonderful."

A look of ecstasy appeared in Qin Shi's eyes. He firmly believed that there was no entertainment or enjoyment in the world that could surpass this moment.

If represented by data, one should see halos above their head signifying leveling up, experience bars filling up repeatedly, and constant "ding-ding-ding" sounds.

"All the power, all the insights, are being absorbed."

Qin Shi closed his eyes, and the cultivation furnace roared as if it were running at maximum power, as if it were entering a new stage. The rampant vitality of his flesh and blood was crushed, pulverized, and refined.

This process takes a long time, often several hours, to condense a trace of "essence".

Like a glimmer of light, it swiftly merges into the perfect core that governs the entire mortal body, making it shine ever brighter.

As the "integration" deepens, various anomalies begin to emerge.

Upon internal inspection, Qin Shi saw that the blood had become congealed, with round, mercury-like droplets gradually turning a bright golden color.

Every gesture, every movement, is as powerful as a vast ocean!
Immediately afterwards, the skeleton becomes denser, like a rough blank being hammered, splattering out a lot of iron filings and impurities, which are then flushed out of the body by the blood and qi.

This cycle repeated endlessly, multiplying the strength of the physical body several times over.

It can be said that unless a large-scale battalion-level firepower is deployed to carry out a wide-area coverage strike, it will be difficult to achieve this.

Otherwise, armored tanks, airships, and cannons would no longer be able to threaten the Qin Dynasty at its peak.

"Unfortunately, we still haven't fully grasped the 'characteristics'."

Qin Shi cultivated silently, without sleep or rest, immersing himself in a profound state, unwilling to let it end.

On the third day, the morning light shone through the dilapidated doors and windows, which were full of holes, and beams of light, about the size of a little finger, fell on the wooden floor.

Fine dust particles floated in the air, and with a "pop," an invisible pressure spread out.

With a "whoosh," the dust was swept away.

Qin Shi slowly opened his eyes, his pupils containing two white-gold halos that gradually condensed into a single point, exuding a powerful and awe-inspiring aura.

That was achieved by combining and integrating the main study of "Military Strategy" with other lineages, ultimately achieving a perfect balance and unity.

The mortal body, which had sat motionless for three days and reached its limit through rigorous training, finally rose.

The casual gesture caused the atmosphere to erupt with visible, intense ripples.

The doors and windows of the quiet room were shattered instantly by the impact, like clusters of hidden weapons being launched, deeply penetrating the artificial hill outside.

"Full of vitality, all things are flourishing... The membrane barrier is about to break."

Qin Shi smiled with satisfaction.

The fifth wave of new life is about to begin.

Perhaps this can help him break through to the seventh dan level.

"Junior Brother Qin."

Yu Weiwei stood gracefully outside the courtyard, her braid hanging down in front of her chest.

"Senior Sister Yu".

Qin Shi turned around, his loose training clothes billowing, and his nearly perfect muscles made him appear even thinner and more upright.

It resembles a towering, strangely shaped peak, rising abruptly from the ground and pressing down on all sides.

His chest rose and fell slightly, and his breathing rhythm was like a silent thunderclap that shook the space, bursting out with a loud "boom".

"I'm afraid few people would believe that you've only been a full-time employee for less than three days."

A gleam appeared in Yu Weiwei's eyes, a mixture of joy and approval.

As the most outstanding student at Southwest Associated University, she had seen countless geniuses, like fish and shrimp in a river or sea. Every student who crossed the threshold of the four major national universities and received their admission letter was a rising star in that administrative field.

Even among top students, there are differences in ability.

But Yu Weiwei has always remained at the top. Her talent is unparalleled, and she has always viewed her peers from a superior perspective.

"On the Southwest Associated University's forum, many people said that your rejection of the offers from the four major national universities was arrogant and that you would regret it for the rest of your life."

With a gentle smile, Yu stepped gracefully into the quiet room and stood before Qin Shi.

It seems this junior brother Qin has grown taller again?
She tilted her head back and smiled gently:
“I don’t think so. Junior Brother Qin doesn’t need the four major national universities to enhance his reputation, but the four major national universities will definitely regret missing out on you.”

Qin Shi was not modest. From the moment he stepped into the professional level, he felt that he was only one step away from He Lanchan and Qi Wuxiang.

"Senior Sister Yu".

"Ah."

Yu Weiwei gazed at Qin Shi.

The latter's breath, like hot wisps of smoke, drifted over unconsciously.

"I'll show you how to win."

Qin Shi's gaze was firm, and his tone was calm, as if stating a predetermined fact that was about to happen.

"This battle received some extra attention, but I never thought that Junior Brother Qin would lose."

Yu Wei smiled slightly, her voice soft and gentle, like a warm spring breeze.

……

……

"Old Jiang, be honest, how confident are you really?"

Wu Yong jumped out of the military vehicle that was picking him up and asked in a low voice.

"About seventy percent."

Jiang Shijie answered honestly.

This is by no means a disrespectful attitude towards Qin Shi, but rather an answer that would only appear out of extreme respect.

No matter how he analyzed or deduced, he couldn't figure out why he lost.

Even a highly active consciousness like Hera is the "brain" that the military relies on.

Based on precise calculations using a large model, it was determined that Jiang Shijie has a chance of winning that is over 80%.

The probability of a tie is 50%.

As for the defeat?

Less than 15 percent.

"That's good."

Wu Yong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at the scene before him: long guns and short cannons were gathered outside the Nanhuang Martial Arts Hall, and the crowds were so dense that the street was blocked from passing vehicles.

The Seventh Battle Group Wind Scythe Sequence Army and the successor of the Southern Huang Martial Arts Academy.

Such an exciting match, once leaked, would naturally attract countless media outlets.

They rushed over like fish being fed, hoping to uncover eye-catching firsthand news.

"It's all Old Lin's fault. He was admitted to the hospital, and his identity information wasn't kept secret. It was all dug out layer by layer... Now that things have turned out like this, what kind of private sparring is this!"

Wu Yong complained.

He knew that everyone has a stance and identity, which are inherent "attributes" that no one can avoid.

Once the sparring between Jiang Shijie and Qin Shi escalates into a "duel" in the public eye, its significance changes dramatically.

"It doesn't matter."

Jiang Shijie shook his head, as if cutting through waves, parting the surging crowds.

No matter how hard media reporters try to dig up information, they dare not violate the regulations of the battle group.

None of this would have happened if Lin Xiong hadn't forgotten to have Hera activate the confidentiality measures while hospitalized.

"Who is he?"

"How would I know! They're in the combat group order of service! Their identities are strictly protected!"

"I only know one person surnamed Lin, but I don't know about these two."

"To be able to enter the ranks of the elite troops, one must be a full-time officer, right? The successor of the Southern Huang Martial Arts Academy hasn't broken through yet, so this battle doesn't seem to have much suspense."

"Who knows, there might be another spectacular show of breaking through the barriers of specialization..."

The swarming media reporters whispered amongst themselves, but none of them raised their cameras.

Leaking images of active-duty soldiers of the warband without official permission.

That's a serious crime!
When they report it later, at most they'll just take a picture of Jiang Shijie's back and give it a headline like "[Battle Group Vanguard VS Old Wu Pride]".

"It's a pity we can't go in."

Someone looked at Jiang Shijie as he stepped onto the stairs, their tone full of regret.

If there's a video recording of this kind of explosive headline, it can instantly generate massive buzz.

"Don't even dream about it! That's a dojo, a place beyond the reach of law enforcement. Even if you had a warrant from the police department, you couldn't get in!"

Someone laughed.

The door of the Nanhuang Martial Arts Hall was pushed open.

Ren You ignored the throngs of media reporters and the onlookers who were just there to watch the spectacle.

He stepped aside, reached out, and ushered Jiang Shijie and Wu Yong inside.

Then he snapped his fingers.

Xuanming expanded the field beyond the street, and with a crackling of sparks, all the drones hidden in various places malfunctioned and crashed.

Not every media outlet knows how to follow the rules; paparazzi from third-rate tabloids are always unscrupulous.

"Please rest assured that today's sparring will not be leaked and will not cause any damage to your organization's reputation."

Ren You made a guarantee.

However, his words sounded extremely harsh to Jiang Shijie and Wu Yong.

"Please don't worry, Nanhuang Dojo. The Seventh Battle Group will not take this insignificant victory seriously either. It's all a friendly exchange. I hope your successor can get enough training from me."

Jiang Shijie responded sharply and pointedly.

Ren You didn't say much; the Nanhuang Martial Arts Academy had never been fond of verbal sparring.

Since his third senior sister was convinced that junior brother Qin would win, he firmly believed in him.

"Please wait here for a moment."

Ren You led the two to the front yard. After Xuanming expanded the area, it became a vast space, large enough to accommodate the aftershocks of the two professional-level beings.

"Old Chiang! Don't hold back, go all out..."

Wu Yong clenched his fist and said.

However, before he could finish speaking, a powerful and domineering aura rushed in, causing the scout of the Seventh Regiment to twitch and sense danger!

With a thunderous roar, like a rampaging mammoth stomping on the ground, and amidst the illusory vibrations affecting the mind, Qin Shi, dressed in a crimson training uniform, stepped into the front yard unhurriedly.

The clothes are loose but not baggy, with flame patterns on the collar, cuffs and hem. The wings of the Vermilion Bird, poised to take flight, extend from the hem to the back, transforming into a crimson sun held up.

"Nanhuang Martial Arts Academy, Qin Dynasty".

"Please advise."

The boy, with black hair and red clothes, gazed into the distance with a reserved look.

But that invisible and heavy terrifying pressure, like a mountain collapsing and lightning flashing, rapidly expanded from ten meters around him, directly crossing more than a hundred meters away!
Compared to when he first entered the professional level, Qin Shi's strength has increased significantly once again.

"He... doesn't seem like someone who's just entered this field!"

Wu Yong felt a chill run down his spine, as if he had seen a ghost.

Is this kind of breakthrough speed truly within human capabilities?
They should at least need ten days to half a month to consolidate their foundation!

"Seventh Battle Group, Wind Scythe Ranks Army, Jiang Shijie..."

As soon as Jiang Shijie's answer landed, that invisible field, which was so heavy it was almost crushing the bones and muscles of an ordinary person, surged again!
Like a surging torrent, it is unrestrained and wild, sweeping away everything in its path!
"This kid's specialty is actually the most ordinary and common one..."

Jiang Shijie looked surprised and somewhat taken aback.

"Amplification?"

(End of this chapter)