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

Chapter 23 Hammer
In a rental house.

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

What does it mean to practice a martial art to perfection in ten days?
For an ordinary warrior at level one in the outside world, it would take at least 3 to 5 years to practice a basic martial art to perfection.

Even for a martial arts genius within the Wu'an Bureau, if he diligently and diligently practiced every day, it would take him 1-2 years to perfect a martial art.

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

Even if the difficulty of improving his proficiency gradually increases in the future, he can probably practice the "Vajra Eight Styles" to perfection within a dozen days.

Equivalent to hundreds of times that of other warriors...

Jiang Heng withdrew his thoughts and gradually calmed down his emotions.

If your proficiency in the "Eight Forms of Vajra" exceeds 10%, it means you have reached the basics.

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

He first stood up and picked up the mineral water and instant bread on the table, stuffing a few mouthfuls into his mouth. The power of [Erosion]'s feedback was not enough to fill his stomach.

After practicing for seven or eight hours, he had already missed lunch and dinner.

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

There are eight moves in Vajra Eight Styles, which are divided into pushing, hugging, lifting, crossing, moving, blocking, bumping and hammering.

The most powerful one among them is the "hammer" method.

He spread his legs, lowered his center of gravity, and controlled the bioenergy in his body cells to gather into qi, which moved quickly along a certain meridian route.

Just before the energy was about to surge to the peak of his fist, Jiang Heng opened his eyes, stepped forward with his left leg, and poured all his strength from his spine into his right arm!

The entire right arm seemed to turn into a heavy hammer, carrying with it the energy in the flesh and blood, and smashed forward!

Bang!
A low sonic boom suddenly sounded in the rental house.

A storm suddenly arose in the silent room, spreading in all directions with Jiang Heng's fist as the center!

"Whoosh..."

The wind and waves swept over the desk, blowing the papers on the desk to the ground.

"What a powerful force..." Jiang Heng exclaimed in his heart.

If this punch landed on someone, it would probably turn them into bloody mud...

"You really get what you pay for. Superior martial arts are different."

When Jiang Heng was in the martial arts room before, observing other newcomers of the same period performing martial arts, he did not find anyone's martial arts had such a strong increase.

He slowly put away his fists, and after releasing the energy, he felt a hint of fatigue in his body.

This is also normal.

The essence of "qi sensation" is the bioenergy extracted from the body's cells. After the bioenergy is used, the body will also get tired faster.

What is extracted through basic martial arts training is the bioenergy in the skin and superficial muscles, that is, the potential of the superficial muscles.

When the physical body reaches the second level, what is extracted through practicing advanced martial arts is the biological energy deep in the flesh and blood.

The higher the martial arts proficiency, the more energy one can mobilize, and the greater the power that can be unleashed...

"I'm still hungry..."

Jiang Heng touched his shriveled stomach. With his current energy consumption, a mere piece of bread could not fill his stomach at all.

"Let's go downstairs and have a midnight snack..."

Jiang Heng immediately picked up the key, pushed the door open, and went to the next street to have a mutton soup meal for 200 yuan.

……

in the following time.

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

At night, he began to practice the "Eight Vajra Postures", practicing until two in the morning, and then went to bed.

The level of his physical body and his proficiency in the Vajra Eight Styles were both increasing rapidly...

Ten days later. Early in the morning, seven in the morning.

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

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[Name: Jiang Heng]
[Physical Level: 1.64]
[Technique: Ninth set of Gengjin Breathing Technique (Perfected); Candlelight Series·Level 31 Breathing Technique (Proficiency %)]
[Martial Arts: Vajra Eight Styles (Proficiency 93%)]
[Current status: mild candlelight disease, mild biomyosinopathy]
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Although the difficulty of improvement gradually increases after the physical level gradually enters the late stage of level one.

However, the efficiency of transforming Candlelight Disease with [Disease Corrosion] is still considerable, and daily practice can improve it by at least 0.01 levels.

Therefore, the physical level was upgraded from 1.46 to 1.64, officially entering the late stage of level one, and the muscle strength reached kilograms.

On the other hand, the proficiency of "Vajra Eight Styles" was successfully improved from 10% to 93%.

When I come back tonight and practice again, I should be able to raise my proficiency to 100%...

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

Now he is capable of easily killing two or three of his former selves who have never learned martial arts.

"work."

He closed the panel, put on the uniform issued by the Wu'an Bureau, and adjusted his cuffs and collar.

The uniforms for the Wu'an Bureau had all been custom-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 close-fitting and comfortable. You probably can't buy it on the market for thousands of dollars.

Now that he was wearing it, he looked tall, strong and heroic, completely different from the baggy look he had when he first wore the urban management uniform.

“The material is good.”

Jiang Heng pushed the door open and walked out, ready to have breakfast first.

……

Snack street, in front of the breakfast stall.

Jiang Heng stood in front of the stall, wondering what to eat today.

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

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

"Oh, alright."

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

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

"Where's the uncle who bought breakfast here before? Why isn't he here?"

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

Jiang Heng nodded and took a quick look at the young man in front of him.

He often visits this breakfast stall. The owner's surname is Song and his son is Song Yingjie.

I heard from Uncle Song before that his son was introverted and shy, and dropped out of school because of campus bullying.

After that, he practiced martial arts at home, with the goal of being admitted to the Wu'an Bureau, but now it seems that he has obviously failed.

But... he looks a little weird.

Song Yingjie's eyes were bright and his face was rosy. He looked energetic, but he seemed a little too energetic...

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

Song Yingjie, standing behind the stall, looked at Jiang Heng's departing figure with envy, muttering in a low voice:
"The Wu'an Bureau uniforms are so cool... But I'm not bad now. Next year, next year I will definitely be able to get into the Wu'an Bureau!"

He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, an abnormal blush appearing on his face.

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(End of this chapter)