Life Dungeon Game

boom--

A violent sound suddenly exploded in his mind, and along with the burning secret medicine flowing down his throat came the twisted and chaotic corrupting power.

These two forces combined and exploded violently, creating a massive...

The force instantly impacted He Ao's body.

He Ao's body stiffened, and a mouthful of blood surged back into his mouth.

"How are you?"

Upon seeing this, Sienji immediately went to get medicine for his injuries.

"Need not."

He Ao shook his head and steadied himself on the control panel.

In that instant, he activated his super memory, and his body, which had been struggling to hold on, suddenly became incredibly strong, easily dissipating the impact.

At this moment, he could actually withstand the impact of advancing to the F-rank Angry Man simply by relying on his own physical qualities. However, this impact was contaminated by the excessively high rank, causing an unimaginable burden on his body.

As his super memory was activated, He Ao began to recall the pattern that had once appeared in his mind, which resembled the 'reflection' of the winding hill.

As the image appeared in his mind, the pollution that had been scattered throughout his body seemed to be drawn towards He'ao's mind.

Sure enough, these pollutants are attracted to higher levels of pollution.

As He Ao reminisced, the pollution abandoned his physical body and began to try to impact his mind. The pressure on He Ao's body greatly decreased, and he immediately shut down his super memory and began to guide the energy of his innate talent sequence to run along the path of martial arts.

Soon, his physical abilities improved at a noticeable pace.

He Ao opened his personal attributes page and watched as the number for his physical fitness rapidly increased, eventually settling at 45.

Most F-level superhumans only have physical attributes of 20 or 30, while 45 is close to that of an ordinary E-level superhuman.

"Success?"

Seeing that He Ao's breathing was gradually calming down, Si Enji looked at He Ao with some surprise.

He vaguely felt that He Ao's current aura was a bit too strong, not like a newly promoted F-level superhuman, but more like an E-level superhuman.

"Ah."

He Ao responded, then reached out and picked up the E-grade 'Fighter' secret medicine, removing the cork.

"No, after successfully advancing, you must first try to master the talent sequence..."

Sinji quickly reached out, trying to stop Heo.

However, He Ao had already drunk the secret medicine in his hand in one gulp.

Almost exactly the same as last time, but an even stronger shock exploded inside He'ao's body.

Having learned from his previous experience, he was now very adept at activating his super memory, attracting the contamination, and then digesting the secret medicine.

In no time at all, he had completely digested the 'Fighter's' secret medicine.

At this point, his physical fitness level had reached 135.

It's already on par with the weaker D-class.

This is partly due to Sito's original martial arts training and his physical condition, and also because He Ao made efficient use of the secret medicine. However, in a sense, Sito himself is also very compatible with this talent sequence.

After fully advancing to the 'Fighter' level, He Ao did not hesitate and directly picked up the secret medicine for the D-level 'Martial Artist' and drank it all in one gulp.

Sinji stared blankly at the scene. "Old man, are you drinking soda?"

The same pollution removal procedure was repeated once again. This wasn't He Ao's first time 'promoting' to a martial artist; he was quite adept at it.

Soon, he incorporated the power of a martial artist into his body.

At this point, his physical fitness had soared to a terrifying 298.

Then He Ao directly picked up the last of the 'Traditional Martial Artist' secret medicines.

"Wait a moment,"

This time, Sienzi finally reached out to try to stop him. "Advancing to C-rank requires a ritual. Advancing without a ritual can easily lead to loss of control of power. Moreover, there is pollution involved. I know you are powerful, but don't be impulsive."

"I have completed the ritual."

Looking into Sienji's sincere eyes, Heo smiled and responded.

The ritual for those who wish to advance in martial arts requires them to use fighting skills or martial arts techniques to complete as many instances of defeating stronger opponents as possible within a week.

Blood Wolf, the leader of the Poison Scorpion Gang, Shadow Cutter—every enemy He Ao had encountered before was far stronger than him.

Even with his super memory activated, his power was still far inferior to that of these enemies, and each of them was stronger than the last.

But in the end, all those enemies fell, while he remained standing.

Moreover, from another perspective, starting from this instance, without activating super memory, He Ao, with this frail body, dealt with gang members, F-level, and even E-level superhumans, and he always used martial arts skills to overcome the strong with the weak.

He Ao gently freed himself from Si Enji's hand and poured the 'Traditional Martial Artist's' secret medicine into his mouth.

I have something to do later.

Chapter 690 I've Killed Rank B Too (Two-in-One Super Chapter, Seeking Monthly Tickets)

A thunderous sound exploded in He Ao's ears.

Immediately afterwards, a force as powerful as a tidal wave washed over his body.

He activated his super memory, and at the same time, he began to recall in his mind the reflection of the winding hill attracting the surging pollution.

As the pollution surged into his mind, it was as if some strange force had entered his spirit.

Immediately afterward, from the moment he entered the instance, countless battle scenes flashed through his mind.

At this moment, he was like an observer floating in the void, standing in his own memory, watching his own movements move by move.

Countless details he had overlooked resurfaced in his mind: those flawed techniques, those movements that didn't utilize energy perfectly, replaying in his head again and again.

As these actions are replayed, the scenes hidden in He's memory, the battles in the main world, every fight He's experienced, and the fighting memories of every dungeon character he inherited come together.

From wrestling with the school bully in his childhood to using a counterattack to pierce the heart of the shadow cutter.

Those fleeting memories, those moves used in those fleeting moments, emerged like inscriptions.

So far, most of He Ao's fights have been life-or-death struggles, so his fighting techniques are mostly simple and quick, but in a sense they are independent of each other and lack systematic coherence.

But at this moment, those chaotic and indistinct fighting techniques vaguely merged together, merging into He Ao's method of gathering power, and into the fist techniques He Ao used to use the 'perfect' moves he had glimpsed with his divine sense.

Those previously awkward and incomprehensible points seemed to be cleared up at this moment.

In this hazy state of consciousness, He Ao raised his hand, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he were lifting a soft ball of cotton.

However, the next second, he bent his fingers and struck forward with his protruding knuckles.

The power travels through the upper arm and forearm, down to the wrist and knuckles, and all of this is accomplished so quickly that it is almost impossible to catch, as if God has taken a moment from time and space and directly revealed the final result.

boom--

This terrifyingly fast force seemed to shatter the air, creating a violent sonic boom.

The howling wind whipped through Sienzi's hair.

He looked at the knuckles of Heo that were resting in front of him and swallowed hard.

He's knuckles didn't reveal any power, but he had no doubt that this strike could easily shatter his entire body.

Moreover, he could clearly sense that He Ao had noticed him beside him, so he deliberately held back his strength.

He Ao withdrew his hand, feeling the power within his body flow smoothly, and let out a long sigh of relief.

His original boxing technique was perfected with each movement under the correction of his divine sense, but it was not coherent.

It's like a series of perfect images, each movement is perfect, but when all the movements are strung together, they become stiff, like a slideshow playing page by page.

There was no logical or natural transition between his movements; it prevented him from moving from one movement to another naturally.

The transition from one movement to another makes the entire boxing technique coordinated and natural.

He had thought about it a lot, but he still couldn't solve the problem.

It was like a huge chasm, lying across his path.

He seemed to be just one step away from success, but he just couldn't take that step no matter what.

But this time, during the process of advancing to the 'Traditional Martial Artist' level, after reviewing all his fighting experience, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and his creativity flowed out.

With this burst of inspiration, he perfected many of the movements he had been thinking about, and adjusted the original order of the boxing movements, perfectly connecting all the movements and turning the rigid perfection into a harmonious perfection.

Although his boxing technique still has many flaws, it has already laid the most basic foundation. All that remains is to further enrich the structure on this perfect foundation.

The 'Traditional Martial Artist' is indeed a talent sequence that creates miracles, but its function does not lie in powerful supernatural strength.

Rather, it increases the martial arts 'comprehension' of the owner in a certain sense. The deeper one's martial arts accumulation, the more likely one is to have a sudden enlightenment under the blessing of this comprehension, break through the original limits, and unleash one's accumulated strength.

For ordinary superhumans, this talent sequence might simply be a relatively powerful combat sequence.

But for martial artists stuck at a bottleneck, it is a life-saving elixir.

However, to He Ao's slight surprise, the 'enlightenment' brought by the martial arts practitioner seemed to only occur at the moment of advancement.

After the power of the secret medicine gradually stabilized, although he could still feel that his mind had become more agile and his understanding of martial arts had become more profound, he no longer had that state of sudden enlightenment and burst of inspiration.

Moreover, He Ao didn't know whether this enlightenment was a special reward for his successful completion of the ritual, or whether his martial arts had just reached the stage of enlightenment.

After all, Night Hawk's will did not mention that martial arts practitioners would trigger the 'enlightenment' effect.

Perhaps, both.

He Ao took a deep breath and looked at his personal information interface.

[He Ao (Sito)]

[Privilege Level: Advanced Player]

Physical fitness: 1194 (727)

[Skills: Talent Sequence 272: Super Memory (C-rank), Basic Firearms Mastery (Soul Part), Talent Sequence 72: Stealth Mage (C-rank) (Unusable)]

Mechanical modification: None