Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

Chapter 112 Hammering

"Die!"

Barton brought his right fist to his waist, and all the blood and energy in his body rushed to his right fist, distorting the air at the point of his fist.

With the force of a mountain collapsing and rocks splitting, it slammed fiercely towards Ian's face!

This punch is enough to blast an elite-level advanced apprentice, along with his shield, into dust!

Ian neither dodged nor avoided the punch, and threw the same punch.

There was no fiery passion, no dazzling light, just a simple, unadorned straight punch.

His arm swelled slightly as he swung it, and his skin shimmered with a pale golden luster like jade.

Two fists collide!

Thump—!

Like two solid iron hammers colliding at supersonic speed.

The shockwave, visible to the naked eye, exploded in a ring, snapping several stalagmites in half and sending debris flying.

"What?!"

The sneer on Patton's face froze instantly, turning into extreme horror.

He felt an indescribable force, as if the entire earth was crushing down on him, and he could not resist it!

The blood energy that had gathered on his fist was shattered by the blow, and his finger bones cracked under the strain.

My entire right arm was throbbing with pain and numbness, and my body staggered backward uncontrollably, each step leaving deep cracks in the ice.

Ian's figure swayed slightly before he regained his rock-solid stance.

He pushed off with his feet, and with a bang, the ice surface shattered, and he clung to it like a shadow.

"you--"

Barton was shocked and furious. He hastily threw out his left fist while trying to activate some kind of life-saving technique.

But Ian is faster.

His left hand shot out like lightning, precisely grabbing Patton's outstretched left wrist, his five fingers tightening like iron clamps.

Click!

The cracking sound of wrist bones breaking.

Barton screamed as his secret technique was interrupted.

Fear finally showed in his eyes; this gray-robed fellow was no ordinary advanced apprentice!

This physical strength, this mental power—a monster!

He tried to escape, but his right hand was crippled and his left hand was restrained.

Ian grabbed Barton's left wrist with his left hand, pulled him sharply in front of him, and raised his right knee like a battering ram, slamming it hard into Barton's abdomen.

"vomit----"

Patton's eyes bulged out, and he spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs. His protective blood energy was completely shattered by the knee strike.

Ian let go, and Barton fell backward, bent over like a shrimp.

He took a deep breath, his body stiffening under Barton's horrified gaze—

*Thud!* The muscles shattered the gray robe.

A three-meter-tall, silver-gray giant appeared, radiating a breathtaking aura of power.

Click! Ian twisted his head, which was as big as a basket.

"This is the state I'm most comfortable in, but unfortunately—"

Before he finished speaking, he took a step forward and his fists rained down like raindrops.

Bang! Bang! —

Without using any witchcraft, relying purely on extreme physical strength, each punch landed solidly on Barton's head, chest, and back.

The dull thud echoed through the stone forest, accompanied by a sickening cracking sound of bones breaking.

At first, Patton was able to barely block and scream, but soon his arm fell limply to his side.

His protective aura vanished completely, his dark red robe was soaked in his own blood, and his bones shattered inch by inch.

Finally, Ian punched him on the top of the head.

puff!

It was like smashing a ripe watermelon.

Patton's headless body swayed, then collapsed softly to the ground, and fell silent.

From the start of the sneak attack to Patton being brutally beaten to death, the entire process took no more than ten breaths.

The depression in the stone forest returned to silence, with only the lingering smell of blood and burnt food, and the mess left behind.

Ian slowly straightened up, his swollen body returning to its original shape, and put on a new robe.

His breathing was steady, and his cold gaze swept over the five corpses.

"Wow, clean and efficient! Not a single one escaped!"

Gaga leaped out of the shadows and landed on Ian's shoulder, its little eyes scanning the battlefield with excitement.

This kind of enemy doesn't need Ga Ga's intervention at all.

Ian didn't say anything, but quickly got to work.

They quickly searched the five people's dimensional bags and valuables, collected the Abyss Crystals, and discarded the quest-related tokens.

He concentrated his mind, and a powerful atomized mental force surged forth like a tide, carefully washing over the five corpses.

In particular, Patton's body erased and disrupted any possible traces of tracking and lingering traces.

Gaga also cooperated by releasing shadow energy to cover and interfere.

After confirming that everything was clean, Ian didn't linger. He vanished into the depths of the stone forest and headed back towards the base.

After completing the quest, Ian returned to the stone house at the outpost and activated the Vigilance Rune.

He first took out Barton's dimensional bag and probed it with his mental energy.

Besides dozens of abyssal crystals, hundreds of magic stones, and some common potion materials, the most eye-catching item in the bag was a thick leather book.

The cover is dark red, cold to the touch, and made from the hide of some kind of monster; it is inscribed with distorted Tua script.

The Scarlet Codex.

Ian turned the pages of the book.

A bloody and violent atmosphere swept over me, and countless wails seemed to echo between the words.

The book records dozens of secret techniques, most of which are extremely evil.

There are cursed spells that require the blood of "a hundred babies" to create, rituals that use "live skinning" as material, and forbidden arts that imprison souls in flesh and blood for torture.

Ian frowned and quickly scrolled through the disturbing content.

Until the "Physical Tempering Chapter".

A new form of witchcraft has emerged, called "Forge Tempering Technique".

Its core is to use itself as a furnace to melt and refine countless essences and blood, forging an immortal battle body.

The cultivation process is equally bloody, requiring a large amount of bizarre materials such as "the essence of a living extraordinary creature's heart and blood," "freshly peeled bone marrow essence," and "fragments of a soul containing resentment."

However, the book specifically notes that the reason why the cultivation method is called "furnace" is because it does not discriminate against the type of essence and blood.

Any blood essence extracted from extraordinary bloodlines, as long as it is pure enough, can be put into the "furnace" for melting and absorption, and transformed into pure physical strength and defense.

When tempered to the deepest level, the physical body surpasses that of demons of the same level, possessing immense strength and indestructibility.

"Not picky about the type of essence or blood —"

Ian's breath hitched slightly.

In an instant, his mind flashed back to the mountains of various blood essences piled up in his dimensional bag: those of the Shadow-Patterned Viper, the Rotten Swamp Pufferfish, and the Stone-Skinned Mountain Demon—

This essence blood was originally just a byproduct of his practice of the Bloodline Purification Technique.

At this moment, it seemed to have transformed into a golden mountain leading to a powerful physical body!

"So, all that blood essence I refined before won't just be some junk food anymore?"

Ian's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and an irrepressible excitement welled up in his heart.

He possesses the Bloodline Purification Technique, which breaks through limits twice, and has two major effects: Soul Devouring and Awakening. The purity of the blood essence he refines far exceeds what ordinary people can imagine.

Blood semen supply is not a problem for him at all!

This "Furnace Tempering Technique" is practically tailor-made for him!

He wouldn't touch the other bloody secret techniques in the book. But the chapter on physical tempering—it was too fitting.

"Don't turn in the Abyss Crystals at the quest center, but you can spend them at the market. As for this secret manual—"

The upper limit of this physical sorcery is the peak of the first tier.

Ian closed the book and tapped his fingertips lightly on the cover.

The risk is huge. If it is discovered that he possesses the core secrets of the Crimson Royal Court, the consequences will be unimaginable.

But the opportunities are greater.

His magical system is nearing the limit of an apprenticeship, and he is about to be promoted, but his physical body has always been his weakness.

After the [Rock Bear Potion] is enhanced beyond its limit, it far surpasses other potions of the same rank, but there is no clear path forward beyond the first rank.

If he can combine the "Furnace Tempering Technique" with a massive amount of high-purity blood essence, his physical strength will undergo a qualitative leap!

At that time, they will be able to crush powerful enemies in close combat, withstand witchcraft in defense, and their endurance in battle will be terrifyingly powerful.