Outskirts, in the snow.
"Bang bang bang!" Chen Xingyue circled around Chen Shouyi, her fists like cannonballs, making the air roar "dong dong," with snowflakes swirling everywhere.
Before confronting the God of Lightning last ti, even though Chen Shouyi gave Chen Xingyue a whole box of Divine Blood, she never returned it. Now her physical condition has fully reached the peak that a Martial Artist can achieve, and her attacking montum is intimidating.
However, in Chen Shouyi's eyes, it still seed like slow motion. His hand moved like the Thousand-Handed Guanyin, effortlessly neutralizing her attacks to prevent Chen Xingyue from getting hurt.
The two fought swiftly, appearing as re blurred shadows to ordinary people.
After half a minute of battle, Chen Xingyue was exhausted, her chest heaving as she gasped, "Bro, what level am I at now? Have I reached Peak Martial Artist?"
"What do you think? Far from it!" Chen Shouyi chuckled and said, "Against a true Peak Martial Artist, you'd be dead in a few moves."
Reaching Peak Martial Artist requires more than just physical fitness.
Rich combat experience, a strong ntal reaction speed, at least a level of refining marrow for introspection, along with peak level will and perception, all of these are indispensable.
The speed of ntal reaction can be supplented with Divine Marrow, but the rest can only depend on oneself.
Upon hearing that she could possibly last a few moves against a Peak Martial Artist, Chen Xingyue foolishly laughed, "Bro, I can really last a few moves against a Peak Martial Artist?"
No hope at all.
Chen Shouyi felt quite exhausted at heart. As a strong being of True God level himself, how could he have such a shallow-minded sister? He felt sowhat unwilling to speak and waved his hand, "Your ntal reaction is too slow. Next ti, I'll get you so more Divine Marrow."
"Bro, really?" Chen Xingyue's face lit up with joy, and she asked excitedly, "You're the best, when?"
"In the next few days, perhaps."
He decided not to worry anymore. Whether his sister could beco a legend would depend on her own fortune.
But speaking of which, among the 1.7 billion population in Great Xia Country, though now perhaps only 1.5 billion remains, how many can truly beco legends?
Until now, there have been only five legendary figures, not even one in a billion, each requiring talent, effort, and luck.
Of course, so did he.
Although with the assistance of the Book of Knowledge, he felt it couldn't erase his efforts and... hidden talent.
...
In the deep night.
Two little ones were already asleep, cuddling each other, snoring softly, with quilts kicked off.
Chen Shouyi covered the two little ones with a thin blanket and lay back on the bed.
His mind couldn't help but think back to last night, the flickering candlelight, the tender body, the eyes like water, the intoxicating touch... that night seed to open the door to a new world for him.
"Wait a minute..."
"What the hell am I thinking?"
Chen Shouyi quickly shook his head, wondering how he could be captivated by a woman's charms, especially since the other party was a Barbarian God. Who knows if their true form is male or female, much like the God of Conspiracy, he couldn't figure out whether they're male or female, human or beast.
He simply opened the attribute panel.
Strength: 23.4
Agility: 23.4
Constitution: 23.4
Intelligence: 23.3
Perception: 22.5
Will: 22.3
Energy Accumulation: 68.55
Faith Value: 12234.6
Innate Abilities: Self-Healing (Super): 1.01%; Giant Battle Body (Super): 50.01%; Atmosphere Control: 26.01%;
Over the past month, his strength, agility, constitution, and intelligence each increased by only 0.1 points, and that was the result of cultivation aided by Powerful Divine Power, better than nothing.
He looked at the accumulated Faith Value of 12234.6 points during this period, itching to optimize sothing. His gaze swept across the three innate abilities.
He finally chose Self-Healing.
Self-Healing not only enhances his survival ability but also increases his resistance to Divine Power to so extent. Moreover, the optimization progress of Self-Healing is the lowest among the three innate abilities, making the improvent more significant and cost-effective.
Just like the last ti fighting against the God of Lightning, the greatest harm to him was not the physical attack but the Divine Power, which not only had astonishing destructive capability but completely suppressed self-healing, rendering his powerful self-healing ability useless.
With a thought, nine thousand Faith Value points rapidly vanished.
At the sa ti, a surge of heat flowed throughout his body, accompanied by the rapid draining of his will.
Chen Shouyi closed his eyes, feeling a clearer connection with every cell in his body, even the skeleton seed aligned with his mind, the surface of the cells emitting a faint, shimring light, the glow of will.
The entire process lasted over ten seconds before gradually subsiding.
The original Self-Healing (Super): 1.01%.
Had transford into Self-Healing (Super): 10.01%.
Chen Shouyi's body floated up from the bed.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but he felt flying had beco more effortless and intuitive, without requiring much ntal energy, as if with a single thought, every cell in his body responded in unison.
"Cells all contain will, but they are connected to and subordinate to the main will," Chen Shouyi muttered to himself.
He flew to the bathroom and retrieved the Shadow Sword from the space, extending his left arm, raising the sword, ready to test it out.
He hesitated slightly, then extended a small finger.
Resolving in his mind, he fiercely swung down the sword.
With a "clink" sound.
The small finger was cut off.
The finger didn't fall but hovered in the air, muscles spasming throughout the body, trembling continuously.
It neither healed nor bled.
As if so chanism was preventing both.
Chen Shouyi thought it might be his subconscious.
Like the previous blood test, he found he could still sense the presence of the small finger, even feeling its pain, as if it remained connected to his nerves.
It was a fascinating phenonon, as if his neural electrical signals had switched from wired to wireless.
He tested it out.
The next mont, the small finger began repetitively flexing and extending according to his thoughts, albeit sluggishly,
If anyone else saw this bizarre scene, they'd likely be scared out of their wits, but Chen Shouyi found it amusing. After half a minute, with a thought, the small finger flew back to its original position.
Veins and nerves, retracted by the severance, extended and rapidly reconnected with each other.
Despite the billions of capillaries and nerve endings in the finger, what's fascinating is that when reconnecting, the severed ends seed to recognize each other, aligning seamlessly without control, and simultaneously, the broken bones and muscles quickly reattached.
In rely five or six seconds.
As the last of the pain subsided, the finger had completely healed. Chen Shouyi moved his little finger and found it as flexible as ever, with no sign of being severed monts ago.
However, no matter how fast self-healing was, he didn't pay much attention to it.
A few seconds to ten seconds, in the flash of battle, made little difference.
What he cared about was resistance to Divine Power.
But how much could it be increased?
Unfortunately, this could not be tested. He couldn't very well find a Barbarian God for testing.
Hmm?
He sensed sothing, recalling the God of Flas.
"It's ti!" he murmured to himself, with a cold gaze.
Back then, he was forced into hiding, barely surviving, and almost unable to return. It even caused Hedong City to be abandoned and the entire city to relocate. He still rembered this grudge.
"Let's use them as a whetstone."
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