??Chapter 320: The Feeling of Power That Returns (5600) _2
Chapter 320: The Feeling of Power That Returns (5600) _2
Half an hour later.
Casio, red as a cooked lobster, opened his eyes and reached out to grab another pill.
The pain should be endured all at once.
Taking the dosage pieceal made the discomfort worse.
With a ‘Gulu’ sound, a wave of heat surged from his belly. Casio exhaled slowly, readjusting his position.
Each pill took half an hour, which made it two and a half hours for five pills.
During this ti, Casio was in a state of constant heat, like a huge furnace.
Radiating intense heat non-stop.
A bucket full of ice was lted into clear water.
By the ti he took the last pill, it was scalding.
Splash~
Casio stumbled out of the wooden tub.
Suddenly, a series of crackling sounds ca from his joints. Slowly, he extended his hands, crossed them over, and held them chest-high. He stood in a horse-step stance, feet apart. Once in state, Casio felt his muscles slowly contracting, becoming stronger.
It was as if a healing vitality was licking his wounds.
Slowly brewing, waiting to burst forth.
His innate talent had reached the upper level. Indeed…
It couldn’t match Casio’s natural upper-interdiate aptitude, which was a lower class, but it was already praiseworthy.
With this high aptitude, there is hope for the future!
Casio stepped out of the wooden tub, checking the ti.
It was nearly six, at dusk.
He planned to rest a while as a tub of sand wouldn’t cool down like hot water or lt like ice.
Imdiately, Casio began to tidy up the secret room, emptying and washing the two wooden tubs.
Then he went to the kitchen and made dinner himself.
It was around six-thirty.
He went upstairs to call the two in the study to have dinner.
The hall was brightly lit, the windows on the left were open, revealing the sidewalk outside. Occasionally, pedestrians in light clothing would chatter as they passed.
The sound of the passing cars faintly enter.
The table was laid with a sumptuous dinner.
The skin of the pan-fried fish emanated a rich aroma. The crispy skin sprinkled with cumin and seasoning, revealing its tender white at.
There was also a plate of tenderly stewed beef chunks next to it.
Broccoli cream soup, mashed potatoes, fried pork ham with a sprinkle of vegetables. At the centre lay several large loaves of bread, almost as big as a face.
Casio bought these from a nearby bakery.
Soft and delicious, carrying a faint milky aroma.
Tom and Xia La were very delighted. The als weren’t always great as they were often on the move with Li Wei. They would even find a simple mushroom soup tasty, let alone a table full of dishes.
Tom took a bite of the pork ham, with grease all over his mouth, a piece fell on the table. He rembered the table manners taught by Uncle and felt a bit embarrassed.
He coughed lightly and raised his head, only to find Casio eating more ravenously than him. A hefty piece of pork ham disappeared in no ti. It was as if he was a starving ghost reincarnated.
Caught by surprise, he chuckled in silence.
Perhaps it was his imagination, but Tom sensed that the Uncle’s complexion had beco more lively and vibrant.
He no longer appeared weak and in pain as before.
I wish this kind of condition could last.
He prayed silently and started sipping the soup.
At seven-thirty in the evening.
Again, in that secret room.
The lights were already on and Casio closed the door behind him.
He walked over to the table, picking up a transparent bottle on the right. Inside was a translucent blue liquid which was only half filled.
It was the Bone Eating Water-the magic potion of the Golden Rock Fist. It was said that the body’s physical realm could be greatly enhanced after the first dose. However, the extent varies from person to person.
For Li Wei, whose body had already reached the second realm of accelerated blood flow, it was unrealistic to have ambitions of reaching the stars in one step.
Especially to go directly from the second to the third realm of blood acceleration.
It was just a fantasy unless the Golden Rock Fist could give Casio ten to twelve bottles.
He might as well drink it as a beverage.
Gulu Gulu …
He popped the cork off and gulped it down.
The taste was like disinfectant; it made him feel dizzy. The taste was hard to swallow, much like drinking soapy water. He couldn’t help but let out a loud burp.
Nonchalantly placing the bottle on the table, Casio stepped into the only wooden tub in the room, covering his entire body with sand.
His eyes were half-closed, quietly awaiting the effects to kick in.
As the na suggested, the Bone Eating Water was ruthless.
Ka Ka Ka… Ka Ka Ka… Ka Ka Ka…
With his eyes closed, he began to hear sounds from within his body. But it wasn’t from his joints, rather from his bones.
It was as if there were thousands of tiny hamrs softly tapping on them.
It was not painful at the beginning, and was even sowhat comfortable. But as ti passed, the hamrs grew in size and struck with more force. Until at so point, it was like crossing a threshold, and the hamr was swung all at once.
Like ramming the ground hard.
Ka Chik!
Clenching his teeth, Casio’s temples throbbed.
It seed he could hear the sound of his own bones snapping.
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