Deep within the underground training field.

The heavy alloy door of the specially-made secret room silently slid open.

A wave of searing heat mixed with the acrid smell of melted metal surged out from the crack in the door, like the long-repressed breath of a fierce beast!

In the billowing white mist, a silhouette slowly emerged.

Fang Qingyu, bare-chested, with sweat streaming down his bronze skin like flowing streams.

Buzz!

Encircling his body was an extremely faint yet exceptionally resilient golden aura.

The muscle fibers beneath his skin felt like refined steel forged a hundred times, exuding a non-human density and metallic cold light; each breath resonated with a deep, humming sound, akin to metal clashing.

Immovable Ming King Skill Level 3 (0/800)!

Muscles and bones resounding, Vajra Unbreakable!

Defense and power foundation elevated to another level!

However, beneath this indestructible metallic cold light, another distinctly different power subtly emerged!

Like an earth's core furnace forcibly contained.

Dark red radiance surged and flowed deep within the flesh and bone marrow!

Each heartbeat hammered like heavy drumsticks on a red-hot anvil, emanating a high-temperature heatwave that made one's heart race!

The surrounding air distorted from this fearsome internal heat, bending light strangely beside him.

On the surface of his skin, sweat barely permeated the pores before being vaporized by the invisible high temperature, transforming into strands of white smoke dispersing.

Ash Destruction Tribulation Body Level 4 (0/1600)!

Melting Furnace Body Forging, Tribulation Fire Refining Body!

Resistance to high temperature, toxins, and energy impact skyrocketed!

The Golden Body attribute soared from 32 to 40.

Unlike before at the Martial Disciple Level, where surpassing 40 in either Power or Physique revealed a vague bottleneck in the flesh.

It is estimated that 49 is not the limit of the Golden Body Attribute.

Fang Qingyu slowly raised his right hand, spreading and clenching his fingers, feeling the surging power within, far exceeding the Micro Realm, along with a tenacity, his eyes sharp as a blade.

"Skill Points, 5 points remaining."

Fang Qingyu murmured internally.

He walked out of the secret room area into the broader main training hall.

The scene before him made Fang Qingyu pause slightly.

In the center of the hall.

Old Qiao and Lv Chen were wearing specially-made heavy weighted vests, filled with metal weights, and binding their legs with heavy metal leg weights, like two moving humanoid iron towers.

Sweat has already soaked their combat uniforms, tracing muscle lines that bulged and knotted due to excessive exertion.

Every breath heavy as bellows, every movement accompanied by the harsh sound of metal grinding.

They were practicing the Basic Qi Blood Transporting Method.

Their movements were wide and bold, fists and feet breaking through the air with a muffled whistle.

Sweat streamed down their foreheads and temples like small streams, crashing onto the cold floor, splashing tiny droplets.

And to the side.

Jiang Wei, a small figure, hugged her knees, quietly sitting on the edge of a high stool.

Her small legs dangled, gently swinging.

She had an orange-flavored lollipop in her mouth, her face expressionless, but those clear large eyes stayed unblinkingly focused, extremely seriously on the two sweat-drenched figures in the middle.

Her gaze calm and unrippled, yet carrying an invisible pressure, like the strictest instructor scrutinizing whether the new recruits' movements met the standard.

"The movement is distorted, Lv Chen." The girl's crisp voice sounded, precise and commanding, "Left shoulder sank half an inch, Power scattered."

"Old Qiao, your breathing is chaotic, the connection of the third sequence is a bit slow."

Her commentary was brief and direct, hitting the nail on the head.

Upon hearing this voice, Old Qiao and Lv Chen visibly tensed, clenching their teeth, forcibly adjusting postures and breathing rhythms, not daring to slack off the slightest.

Fang Qingyu, witnessing this scene, couldn't help but curl his lips into a barely noticeable smile.

He went to the weapon rack, casually picking a Horizontal Blade.

Without disturbing the 'strict teacher and high disciple' on the field, he walked to the other side of the hall into the open area.

His mind tranquil.

"Scorching World Blade!"

This Martial Technique, domineering and fierce, using Qi Blood as fuel to ignite the fires of destruction, melting gold and forging iron, incinerating the eight荒!

It was precisely before heading to Songdu Pit.

Carefully selected and exchanged from the Divine Management Bureau using accumulated Merit Points, activated initially when clearing Life Ghosts on the outskirts of the pit.

Previously there wasn't time to practice, now he must naturally reclaim it.

Not necessarily to enhance combat power, but in the right environment, some Saber Techniques simply work better.

"Diagram, add points!"

His intent sliced down like a steel knife!

1 Skill Point instantly ignited!

Buzz!

In the depths of his consciousness sea, various profound trajectories of the "Scorching World Blade," Qi Blood Transport routes, instantly engrave manyfold like a brand!

Scorching World Blade Level 1→Level 2!

A flash of sharpness flickered in Fang Qingyu's eyes, the Horizontal Blade suddenly unsheathed!

Clang——!

On the blade, no longer just simple Red Tribulation Fire, but instantly entwined with a dazzling platinum edge!

The sharp armor-breaking power of Metal Element Wheel of Reincarnation, merging thunderously on the blade's edge with the boiling Tribulation Fire's blazing destructive power!

"Flowing Blade·Blazing Radiance!"

Fang Qingyu shouted in a low voice, his form turning into a residual shadow tearing through the air!

The blade's light no longer just followed simple slashing trajectories, but splashed out a river of burning platinum and dark red melted gold!

The sword momentum surging like waves crashing against the shore, endlessly!

Chichichi——!!!

The air was instantly sliced and ignited by the furious blade edge and high temperature!

Where the blade's light passed, it left long-lasting scorching trails, like flowing lava!

Where the blade pointed, a heavy alloy dummy target was like butter thrown into a furnace.

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