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Chapter 35 People's physical constitutions are not the same

Late at night, in Manhattan, an old building made entirely of stone stands here.

Inside the building, a burly man with dark, shiny skin, wearing a black trench coat and exuding a powerful aura, was firmly bound by steel, staring at the pale-skinned man in front of him with murderous intent.

"Are you alright, Blade?" A pale, bloodless man stood before Blade Warrior, surrounded by everyone around him.

"I invited you before. If you join us and contribute two liters of blood, the entire vampire race will become great again because of the descent of the Blood God."

"Unfortunately, you refused, so now you can only grovel before me like a dog."

The man bent down and looked at Blade's kneeling position, a smile appearing on his face.

"Deacon, do you think mere vampires can rule this world?"

A contemptuous smile appeared on Blade's face: "Your so-called Blood God, let him settle things with those mutants who are being suppressed by humans first."

"Mutants? Hahaha!" Deacon laughed out loud. "Do you think I'm like those pure-blooded old fogies?"

"Humans can transform into vampires, so mutants can too. However, the genetic conflict carries a high risk of death. I have already conducted experiments and personally transformed a mutant vampire."

Seeing the change in Blade's expression, Dickon became even more smug and said, "Once I transform into the Blood God, relying on my supreme bloodline, mutants will just be part of the vampire army, and humans will simply be my food."

"Enjoy your last moments. When the full moon arrives, we will offer the blood of the daywalkers as a sacrifice to formally welcome the Blood God's descent."

After Dickon finished speaking, he waved his hand lightly, and his men stepped forward and dragged the Blade into the dungeon to be imprisoned.

……

Strength: 1.7+0.2

Physical fitness: 1.8+0.2

Spirit: 1.7

In the early morning, the purple aura on Bai Ye's face slowly receded, and he finished his practice and stood up.

With your arms outstretched and gently stretched, you can feel the tremendous energy bursting forth from your muscles and bones.

"The rapid improvement in physical condition has led to a faster healing process. Now, skin corrosion not only takes longer, but it will also heal completely in just two hours."

Bai Ye thought to himself, turning his gaze toward the door. He could already hear footsteps outside.

With a creak, Smith excitedly pushed open the door and walked in.

Last night, I was so excited about being able to practice martial arts today that I couldn't sleep well all night.

"You're here. That's the 'Purple Cloud Divine Skill' in the corner. We'll talk about the next steps after you've learned it," Bai Ye said, pointing to the manual in the corner.

"Is this the martial arts you practice, Bai Ye?" Smith walked to the corner with anticipation, picked up the notebook in front of him with both hands, only to find that the book, which he had thought was old-fashioned, actually had a ** brand notebook on the cover.

With a strange feeling, Smith flipped through the contents.

The whole book is like a top student's notes, not only with every key point recorded in dense English text, but also with hand-drawn illustrations. Anyone with normal intelligence should be able to understand it.

"Don't just stand there, hurry up and practice. If there's anything you don't understand, just ask me. Once you've cultivated internal energy, I'll transfer it to you directly," Bai Ye urged.

Smith walked aside and began to look through the manual Bai Ye had given him, trying to understand the concepts of internal energy, dantian, and meridians. He thought to himself, "This is unscientific!"

Meanwhile, Bai Ye continued to train, occasionally answering Smith's questions.

Soon, with one teaching diligently and the other learning diligently, Smith finally mastered the basics by 1 p.m. and officially began cultivating his internal energy.

Then ten minutes... twenty minutes... an hour... two hours...

Just when Smith was beginning to doubt whether internal energy truly existed and whether Bai Ye was deceiving him, a trace of internal energy finally began to flow through Smith's body.

"It's here, Bai! I can feel the internal energy described in the book!" Smith shouted excitedly. Then, the faint internal energy in his body disappeared with his movements.

But Smith was not discouraged. After all, this proved that internal energy really existed. If he meditated for another two hours, wouldn't he be able to emerge again?

Seeing Smith's excited expression, Bai Ye muttered with a strange look, "So it really is possible to cultivate it."

Smith, standing to the side, asked in confusion, "Bai, what did you say?"

"It's nothing. Your movements just now caused your internal energy to break down. Try to practice diligently for another two hours," Bai Ye said.

"No problem," Smith said passionately. The most important thing about this was the process of going from zero to one.

After Smith sat down cross-legged again, Bai Ye shook his head slightly, somewhat puzzled.

In fact, he had some doubts about whether Smith was capable of cultivating internal energy.

After all, the worlds are different, and so are the physical constitutions. People in Jin Yong's martial arts world definitely don't have mutant genes, and people in Marvel shouldn't normally have internal energy or meridians.

The diversity of human bodies across different worlds has given rise to an infinite number of cultivation systems: mutant genes, chakra, internal energy, acupoints, Haki, microcosm, limiters, gene locks, God's forbidden zone, magnetic field rotation, demon hunters...

If every system could communicate with each other, imagine the sheer number of systems mixed together in the human body – it would explode!

The cultivation methods in each world are different, even completely contradictory. How could they all be compatible?

If meridians truly existed in the real world, they would have been discovered through dissection long ago. Why would Bai Ye be showing off his Zixia Divine Skill now?

Bai Ye's ability to cultivate might be due to his status as a member of the chat group and his physique that allows him to grow infinitely stronger, but why is Smith also able to cultivate? I can't figure it out...

With this question lingering in her mind, Bai Ye glanced back at Smith, who was still grinning foolishly behind her, and silently kept it to herself, no longer delving into it.

This is not a problem he should be considering at his current strength level of 1.9.

Since pondering was destined to yield no answer, Bai Ye stopped dwelling on the question and focused on silently honing his skills.

Not long after school, Peter also came to the gym. Seeing Smith sitting cross-legged in the corner, diligently working out, he asked with some confusion, "White, who is this?"

"He's my fitness coach. He's currently practicing martial arts. Do you want to learn from him?" Bai Ye asked.

Anyway, he was going to sell it anyway, and the Zixia Divine Skill had a low ceiling and was slow to take effect, so it wouldn't threaten him. As long as it wasn't spread on a large scale, there was nothing to keep to himself.

"Uh... martial arts? The kind you see in movies?"

"You can think of it that way. You can learn it when you're resting. It won't do your health any harm." Bai Ye said, gently putting down the iron block in his hand and looking towards the door.

Behind the door, someone was lurking furtively, having been there a minute ago.

(End of this chapter)