Exploiting a Bug, Proficiency Skyrockets
Inside the Body-Tempering Room.
The group of boys and girls had all stopped training.
They gathered together, staring straight at the two figures in the middle of the room as though they were looking at some kind of monster.
What the hell? Where did this monster come from?!
Even a Fifth-Grade Foundation Art can't match his body. That's way too ridiculous.
Is there someone like this in our circle?
They whispered among themselves, disbelief written all over their faces.
Anyone capable of becoming Zhou Wuliang's student was far from ordinary.
Some had come from the New Stars.
Others were descendants of powerful families on the Ancestral Planet.
Yet right now, even these proud geniuses were deeply shocked by what they were witnessing.
A tall young man wearing a black tank top spoke in a deep voice.
I've never heard of someone like this in Beihai.
He looked toward two people nearby.
Luo Fan, Mo Ya, did he come from one of the New Stars?
The young man named Luo Fan had an ordinary appearance and average height.
Only his arms stood out.
They were unusually long, nearly reaching past his knees.
He stared at what was happening in front of him, trying his best to keep his voice calm.
Even so, it still trembled slightly.
Never heard of him...
If he came from one of the New Stars, someone with talent like this couldn't possibly have remained unknown.
Mo Ya also shook her head.
She wore red clothes, and a small red beauty mark sat beneath the corner of her right eye.
Her features were delicate and refined.
Yet at this moment, her eyes were filled with shock.
I've never heard of him either.
Isn't this level of innate foundation... a little too monstrous?
At the center of the room, several drops of sweat had already appeared on Li Hu's forehead.
His hand was trembling almost imperceptibly.
The tower-like man who had been so energetic before now looked completely drained.
He resembled an exhausted programmer who had worked several all-nighters in a row.
Li Hu looked at Su Tu.
Even his voice sounded weak.
L-Little Tu...
You still don't feel anything?
Su Tu was currently copying the movements displayed on the virtual screen.
Every muscle in his body was tense.
His posture was flawless.
Every single movement was performed exactly as shown.
Li Hu's Qi continued flowing through his body.
But instead of experiencing the unbearable pain Li Hu had described, the feeling of his blood vessels tearing and steel rods being driven through his body...
Su Tu felt as though he were soaking in a warm spring.
His entire body was comfortably warm.
He hesitated slightly.
Brother Hu... actually, I do feel a little something.
Ever since the Luo Jia Art, Li Hu had already changed Su Tu's Foundation Art more than thirty times.
Not a single one had managed to produce the expected reaction.
And every time they changed the Foundation Art, Li Hu had personally guided Qi through Su Tu's body again.
More than thirty times.
Guiding Qi into another person's body was delicate work.
Once or twice might not be a big deal.
But after doing it more than thirty times, even Li Hu felt completely exhausted.
Still, he refused to embarrass himself in front of his junior brother.
So he gritted his teeth and endured.
Li Hu wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He looked at Su Tu like he was some kind of creature.
Little Tu, I'm going to be honest.
You're really bad at lying.
He glanced at the current Foundation Art.
I'm guessing even the Tinglin Art doesn't make you feel anything, right?
Foundation Arts were exactly what their name implied.
They were the fundamental arts used to forge the foundation of a martial artist.
And cultivating them was incredibly painful.
It was no less agonizing than tearing apart one's flesh, blood vessels, and tendons before rebuilding them from scratch.
That was because the principle behind Foundation Arts was to destroy before rebuilding.
They stirred up the power of one's qi and blood so the body could eventually withstand the Qi of heaven and earth.
The stronger someone's innate foundation, the stronger the Foundation Art required to properly rebuild their body.
And the reverse was also true.
If someone with a weak foundation attempted to cultivate a high-grade Foundation Art, their bones and foundation might shatter the instant Qi entered their body.
Their meridians could snap on the spot.
But if someone with an exceptional foundation cultivated a low-grade Foundation Art...
It would be useless.
They might not even feel anything.
Most people who had access to martial arts were trained from childhood.
They had consumed countless nutritional solutions, body-tempering medicines, and even undergone electrical stimulation.
Yet even after all that, most people could only endure a First-Grade Foundation Art.
Among Zhou Wuliang's other students, even the two prodigies from the New Stars only seemed to cultivate Third-Grade Foundation Arts.
But Su Tu?
He was an ordinary person who had never practiced martial arts before.
Yet even the Tinglin Art produced no reaction in his body.
And the Tinglin Art was a Fifth-Grade Foundation Art!
What kind of concept was that?
Every time a Foundation Art increased by one grade, the pressure and intensity placed on the body became ten times greater than before.
If an ordinary person tried to forge their foundation using a Fifth-Grade Foundation Art...
Their flesh and blood would collapse instantly.
Yet Su Tu felt absolutely nothing from the Tinglin Art.
That meant even a Fifth-Grade Foundation Art couldn't fully activate the potential hidden within his body.
What the hell kind of monster was this?!
Li Hu's emotions were complicated.
He had never imagined that the student his master had casually accepted because of an old promise would possess such terrifying physical talent.
It was completely beyond his expectations.
A Fifth-Grade Foundation Art...
This level of talent had probably already reached the standard of the top prodigies on the New Stars.
Perhaps even beyond them.
Seeing how exhausted Li Hu looked, Su Tu smiled.
How about we take a break?
Compared to Li Hu, who looked like his vitality had been sucked dry, Su Tu seemed completely refreshed.
There was only one reason for that.
Every time Li Hu changed his Foundation Art, another system notification appeared.
You completed training in the Wind-Sand Art.
Body Strengthening Proficiency +10
You completed training in the Dustfall Art.
Body Strengthening Proficiency +10
You completed...
Training completed...
You completed training in the Tinglin Art.
Body Strengthening Proficiency +3
Although the amount of proficiency he gained kept decreasing, he had still gained a total of 239 points.
He only needed to copy a few postures, and he could visibly watch himself become stronger.
The feeling was incredible.
Still, Su Tu had also realized something.
