Infinite Demon God: How can I download it if I don't have enough data?

For Hu Long, Sun Yi's matter was just a trivial episode.

After speaking with Hu Chengwen.

It made him understand a lot of things.

At the same time, knowing that the ancestral worship ceremony was still a few days away, the main purpose of this trip was to allow him to meet Sun Yi.

However, although there is still some time before the ancestral worship ceremony, it is not far away.

Therefore, Hu Long no longer had the idea of ​​going out.

Instead, he planned to use this time to further improve his physical condition, converting the source value he obtained into resources to enhance his physique and strength.

According to the information he obtained from Hu Chengwen.

Secret martial artists seem to hone their physical bodies through various methods.

The better one's physique, the greater the chance of becoming a martial arts master.

In addition, although he can directly download skills, it is not without limitations.

If there is a significant gap between oneself and the target, forcibly downloading skills can have a considerable impact on the body.

He had experienced this firsthand when he downloaded the Master-level unarmed combat game; his body felt completely drained.

This is just a basic skill.

The difference may be even more pronounced in extraordinary skills.

In preparation for downloading extraordinary skills later, he must improve his physique as much as possible before the ancestral sacrifice.

……

half a month later.

Huanyang City, Shucheng District, Extreme Fighting Boxing Club.

In a private training room on the second floor, the midday sun shone in, falling on the yellow floor mat, making it slightly dazzling.

In the sunlight, even the finest dust particles floating in the air are clearly visible.

Bang!

A heavy, muffled thud exploded.

The dark sandbag face suddenly dented in a large section, and the entire bag was thrown high into the air, swinging at a height of nearly forty-five degrees, before plummeting back down, creating a short, sharp breeze.

"good."

A tall man next to him clapped his hands lightly; his wrist was wrapped in a black bandage.

At that moment, he looked at the figure in front of the sandbag, a hint of undisguised admiration flashing in his eyes.

"Hu Long, your progress is amazing."

"As for boxing techniques, there's nothing more I can teach you. Your strength is almost there, although it still needs some refinement, but keep training in this manner..."

He paused here, his tone wistful.

"His future is limitless."

"It's all thanks to Coach Li's excellent teaching."

Hu Long remained calm, grabbing a towel from the side to wipe the sweat rolling down his face.

He was shirtless, wearing only black athletic shorts.

My body has become more robust than it was a few days ago. Every muscle is firm and well-proportioned, like refined iron that has been repeatedly forged. It is not too bulky, but has sharp, knife-cut lines.

The body forms a standard inverted triangle.

His pectoral muscles are thin and wide, and his eight-pack abs look like they've been sculpted.

The texture of the back muscles spreads along the spine, like folded eagle wings.

The veins on his arms bulged slightly, rising and falling subtly with his breathing.

It was a body as strong and powerful as a leopard's.

Have you ever thought about aiming for something higher?

At this moment, Coach Li suddenly spoke up.

"Um?"

Hu Long unscrewed the mineral water bottle and tilted his head back to gulp down a few mouthfuls.

The water flowed down my throat and into my stomach, bringing a refreshing coolness.

He put down the bottle and looked up at the other person.

"How so?"

"I have one spot available for promotion."

Coach Li lowered his voice.

"It's full of promising young fighters from all over the country. With your talent, going in there... will open up a lot more opportunities for you."

Hu Long's eyes flickered.

"How much does it cost to get in?"

Coach Li chuckled.

He knew this person was wealthy, but this was a matter that money couldn't buy.

"You'll need to be assessed."

He shook his head.

"This year's application period is over. If you want to try, you'll have to wait until next March to register."

"Okay, we'll talk about it later!"

Hu Long nodded.

If he hasn't reached the extraordinary level by then, this is still a viable option.

……

After taking a shower at the club and changing into dry clothes, Hu Long pushed open the heavy door and walked out.

The air outside was crisp and clean, carrying the unique scent of winter.

He walked slowly along the sidewalk, the afternoon sun casting a gentle, warm glow on his skin.

The plane trees lining both sides of the street have lost their lush green of summer, and their leaves have turned varying shades of yellowish-brown.

A gentle breeze blew by, and a few leaves fluttered down from the branches, twirling lightly in the air before finally landing on the wet asphalt road.

The water truck had just passed by, and dark watermarks remained on the road, shimmering in the sunlight.

Not far away, several sanitation workers wearing orange vests were leisurely sweeping up fallen leaves.

The rustling sound of the bamboo broom scraping the ground was regular and clear, intertwining with the occasional sound of passing vehicles.

It appeared exceptionally peaceful.

Hu Long squinted slightly, feeling the warmth of the sunlight, and unconsciously slowed his pace.

On a sudden impulse, he summoned the control panel.

My gaze fell on a few lines of writing on the Taisu noodle board in front of me.

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Boxing (Master)

[Eight Limb Techniques (Mastery)]

These are two fighting skills he recently downloaded.

The former, as the name suggests, is boxing.

This is a competitive method that utilizes footwork, dodging, blocking, and various boxing techniques to engage in close-range offensive and defensive combat with an opponent.

The last eight limb techniques, as the name suggests, represent the two fists, two legs, two elbows, and two knees.

His attacks are fierce and powerful, and he is especially skilled in close-quarters combat and sweeping kicks.

Both skills were initially downloaded as mastery, but perhaps due to the influence of unarmed combat, some techniques were similar. The combined download of the two mastery skills only used five megabytes of data.

In addition, perhaps because he already possessed a master-level unarmed combat skill, his progress was extremely rapid. In just a few days, his boxing skills had been transformed into master-level skills through his training.

At the same time, it also brought some enhancement to his physique.

Hu Long had a premonition.

At this rate, the Eight Limbs Technique skill will advance in a short time.

When the three master-level fighting techniques are combined, it will be enough to raise his strength to another level.

It should be close enough to the limits of human capabilities.

-

Three days later.

The fine drizzle filtered the street outside the window into a grayish-blue ink wash.

Rainwater meandered across the glass, casting hazy, dreamlike patterns of light on the lights of the buildings opposite.

The training room was bathed in cool white light.

The light shone on Hu Long's firm muscle lines.

With the rise and fall of his chest.

breathe.

His right leg suddenly shot out.

It makes a short "whoosh" sound.

It slammed directly into the standing sandbag in front of it, producing a dull impact.

Left straight punch, right hook, left elbow strike.

Hu Long felt the stretching and contraction of his muscles, and each time he lifted his leg or swung his fist, a tiny airflow was generated.

The sound of rain outside the window gradually synchronized with his breathing.

Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

The rain outside the window intensified, its rhythmic patter against the glass becoming more frequent.

Hu Long's breathing became heavy, and his attacks became faster and faster. He used his full strength in almost every strike, which caused his stamina to be depleted rapidly.

If it weren't for the exceptional endurance provided by my highly efficient absorption and metabolism, I might not have been able to last this long.

But even so, it was quickly reaching its limit.

But he didn't stop.

Flying knee, downward chop, low sweep.

He kept firing off attacks, like a machine that never seemed to tire.

Eight-limb techniques utilize one's own four limbs as weapons to launch attacks.

Hu Long vaguely sensed that he was just one step away from becoming a master.

The black vest was soaked and stuck to the skin.

A few more minutes passed.

Hu Long felt that he was also nearing his limit.

A whip kick was delivered, striking the sandbag directly in front of him.

Bang!

The sandbag made a dull thud.

Hu Long stopped moving, pulled his leg back, and stood still.

He reached out and wiped the sweat from his face.

"It's done!"

Hu Long stopped moving.

At this moment, in his vision, on the panel, the words "Mastery" after the skill representing "Eight Limbs Techniques" became slightly blurred.

A few breaths later.

The writing on it became clear again.

【Eight Limbs Technique (Master)】