I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

In the consciousness space, countless pixel blocks appeared out of thin air, rotating to construct a scene.

Grass, trees, benches, streetlights...

This is a small garden near his residential area.

Then Xue Jing himself appeared in the small garden as the pixels coalesced.

He clenched his fist to confirm that the body data was correct, and then a thought struck him.

On the grass not far away, a figure about two meters tall and extremely robust slowly emerged.

He was dressed in a black training uniform, with the cuffs of his hands rolled up to his wrists, revealing muscles as strong as steel. His face was handsome, and he exuded a calm and composed aura.

It was none other than the eldest disciple—Meng Boshang.

This is the strongest person Xue Jing has ever met in reality, without exception.

"Although I don't know exactly how strong my senior brother is, I have experienced his moves up close, so I can roughly simulate it."

Xue Jing looked at the imposing figure standing motionless and nodded.

The senior brother in front of us is still somewhat 'distorted' due to insufficient data, making it difficult to fully reproduce his strength. However, we already have a basic model, which can at least restore the strength he displayed when he attacked Jiao Hongyuan that day.

"Next, it's my turn."

Xue Jing exhaled softly, walked up to his 'senior brother', and prepared himself.

His gaze sharpened, his strength surged, and the sound of a dragon's roar resounded from his body.

Spiral grooves appeared, extending and climbing up and down his arms.

"Body, let me see your limits."

With a single thought, the power of twins and the defense of twins are activated.

The dents encased his fist and chest; the spiraling force had been compressed to this extent, representing Xue Jing's maximum limit without harming himself.

This time, however, he did not stop, but continued to compress.

The spiral indentation that spread to his chest continued to expand slowly but steadily.

It extends upwards, reaching the collarbone and neck...

Downwards, it covered the ribs, the waist...

Xue Jing's whole body began to tremble, his flesh making cracking sounds as if it could not bear the weight, and the dragon's roar seemed to carry a trace of mournful lament.

Capillaries began to burst, and the skin beneath the membrane was covered in purplish-black discoloration. Muscles were torn apart and snapped, and even the hard bones were painfully constricted by the spiraling muscles.

Until the spiral indentation climbed up his face and covered both sides of his iliac crest, Xue Jing felt an extreme pain surge into his brain.

This is the body warning that it can no longer continue.

If you compress it any further, it will be like a taut string snapping; the surging force will cause your whole body to explode like a bomb.

"Tornado Thunder - Extreme!"

Xue Jing threw a punch at his senior brother, who was standing in a defensive stance.

"boom!"

Like a bolt from the blue, the violent explosion seemed to tremble the ground, and a surge of violent air burst forth from the fist.

The swirling storm whipped at the clothes of the two people present, making them rattle and their hair fly backward.

The trajectory of the fist left a visible spiral of white air. Xue Jing's skin cracked open, and the thick blood turned into a blood mist under the intense pressure, spraying more than ten meters away.

Blood was gushing from the eyes, nostrils, ears, mouth... all seven orifices of the head, caused by internal bleeding due to injury to the internal organs from the compression.

Finally, the punch made contact with the senior brother's arms, which were held across his chest.

"boom!!"

Countless ring-shaped shockwaves spread out from the center of the two upon contact, bending the grass within dozens of meters around them, causing the camphor trees in the distance to rustle, and the turf beneath their feet was directly torn off and scattered in all directions.

The eldest brother's body flew backward at an extremely fast speed. His feet gripped the ground, carving two furrows nearly ten centimeters deep in the grass. Even so, he could not stop his backward movement and was forced to move backward more than ten meters.

Smoke was billowing from the spot on his arm where Xue Jing had punched him. Once the smoke dissipated, his appearance was revealed.

It was a dense array of overlapping, dragon-scale-like marks, which appeared harmless and almost unscathed.

"He blocked it with just a partial manifestation of golden scales... No wonder he's the senior brother."

Xue Jing knelt on one knee, one hand supporting himself on the ground, the other hand resting on his knee, and opened his mouth to spit out a large amount of thick, fragrant blood.

He endured the excruciating pain and assessed his current condition.

"My body is already a mess... If I don't receive treatment in time, I estimate I will die within a few hours."

With a thought, countless tiny pixels appeared, filling and repairing the wounds on Xue Jing's body.

In less than a second, he returned to his peak state of being unharmed.

"This consciousness simulation is so convenient... It allows for testing without any cost, it's more than just awesome."

"However, it's a bit disheartening that I can't even break through Senior Brother's defense with just my physical strength."

"Try to regain your confidence."

He thought for a moment and then conjured up a Li Chengxuan beside him.

"Tornado Thunder - Extreme!"

"Ah!"

Flesh and blood exploded, and the mangled corpse flew forward, spraying out countless drops of blood in a spiral, staining the ground dozens of meters away crimson.

"Well, that's right."

Xue Jing nodded, regaining his confidence.

This is what a truly extreme killing move looks like when facing someone of the same level.

"Next, let's try to combine our killing moves... The five killing moves of the Hidden Dragon Style have different power systems, making them difficult to use simultaneously..."

……

Half an hour later, Xue Jing, who was feeling dizzy from the intense pleasure in the consciousness space, finally opened his eyes, still feeling unsatisfied.

If it weren't for the mental strain, he could have played for three more days.

It's similar to that stage when you're just getting hooked on a game; you just can't stop.

[You have completed a simulated combat session, gaining 151 combat experience points.]

[...Military combat experience points +88]

[…Visualization - True Experience Points +133]

[...Feeling refreshed, health preservation experience points +122]

[Fighting skill upgraded to Lv7 (88/4500)]

After glancing at the panel, Xue Jing calmed down and began to examine his physical body internally.

"My physical fitness has improved a bit... My wingspan has increased, and my overall frame has become a bit thicker."

He reached his hands behind him, clasped them together with his hands behind his back while keeping his body straight, and raised them to shoulder level.

It was very easy, without any feeling of strain.

"The flexibility is even more outrageous."

For combat skills, the enhanced physical attributes are not the key factor in leveling up; they are merely a bonus.

Most importantly, his body will be 'specialized for combat'.

This made him increasingly suited for combat in every aspect.

"Comfortable."

Xue Jing breathed a sigh of relief, feeling happy and relaxed all over.

After resting for a while and regaining his composure, he was about to begin his daily training when he heard the sound of a propeller clicking in the sky.

Looking up, he saw a helicopter that looked normal at first glance, but upon closer inspection, he noticed some dents and bumps on the side of its fuselage, flying towards him.

Xue Jing stood up and waited where he was.

……

On the helicopter, Ning Yuantai looked out the window at the tall, slender figure on the ground in the distance.

Three days ago, he was defeated by that person with a single punch before he could even finish speaking.

Although he was careless and failed to dodge, the fact that he was defeated by a punch from someone of similar age was still firmly imprinted in his mind.

"At such a young age, with such talent, it's no wonder that even Wu... is so fond of him."

"But today is different, I'm ready."

"Today is the day to wash away the shame."

Ning Yuantai muttered to himself.

"Young Master Ning, what are you doing here? Just stay at the base, and I'll help you get back on track."

The mandrill, who was piloting the plane in the cockpit, asked the question.

"My current status is entirely due to my own efforts."

Ning Yuantai clasped his hands together and began to stretch his limbs, looking as if he was preparing for battle.

"What you've lost, you have to take back yourself!"

He stared directly at Xue Jing, who was getting closer and closer, and said firmly.

After saying this, for some reason, he suddenly recalled a pair of indifferent, godlike silver eyes, and a chill ran through him, casting a shadow over his heart.

He shook his head, banishing those eyes from his mind.

"Uh, are you sure?" The mandrill looked puzzled.

Having been instantly killed by a single punch, he still dares to come knocking on my door... This young master Ning must have some strange quirks.

Unaware that his image had been severely distorted in the eyes of the mandrill, Ning Yuantai gazed at Xue Jing's figure in the distance with unwavering eyes.