fynovel Chapter 12 The Serpent's Reverse Scale
Chapter 12 The Serpent's Reverse Scale
Fang Shuwen's breathing became rapid, and an extreme feeling of nausea rose within him.
It felt as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his neck.
At that moment, his blood and qi surged violently within him.
The bones kept cracking and popping.
moment,
The dizziness subsided like a receding tide.
"Phew, what was that just now?!"
Fang Shuwen felt cold sweat soaking his clothes, and his heart was filled with fear.
He looked down at the bronze piece again; the vertical pupils were still vertical.
But he remained motionless, as if the blink he had just experienced was merely his imagination.
Something's not right.
Fang Shuwen murmured to himself.
This bronze piece was found on Liu Mang.
Liu Mang was just a poor student who worked as someone's lackey, how could he have such a thing on him?
Just a moment ago, he clearly felt something being stirred in his mind.
If it weren't for the roaring of qi and blood, and the cracking of bones.
He's probably going to meet with some misfortune!
What on earth is this thing? It's so eerie!
Fang Shuwen turned the copper sheet over and over and examined it twice.
He couldn't recognize a single one of the crooked incantations on the front of the copper plate.
But when he touched those strokes...
The light screen in front of them popped up without warning.
The text on the screen fluctuated violently, like a stone being thrown into a calm lake.
Immediately afterwards, a message he had never seen before appeared before his eyes:
[Fusing item detected]
[First set of Body-Strengthening Fist (Proficient) + Different Kind of Tengshe Reverse Scale → Tengshe Fist (Proficient)]
Should we proceed with the fusion?
[This fusion consumes 10 skill points]
Fusion requires 10 skill points!
Fang Shuwen's eyes lit up immediately.
But then he thought about it again and realized that he had already used up all his skill points when he upgraded the first set of fitness boxing.
There are absolutely no skill points available right now.
Even if you want to improve, there's no way.
"Tengshe Fist..."
Fang Shuwen silently repeated the name.
The Tengshe Fist, just from the name, you know it's not comparable to the first set of body-building exercises, which is just a common practice.
The cost of fusing ten skill points also confirms this point.
This boxing style must be very powerful.
However, he currently has no skill points.
The next step is to make money, buy rare gems, and accumulate skill points.
It's not too late to take out this copper piece and fuse it once you have enough skill points.
after all,
In this world, people are treated worse than dogs.
He needs to hurry up and become stronger.
Otherwise, he himself might be the next one to sink into the Qingshui River.
Fang Shuwen shook his head and could only put the copper piece away.
But then, I couldn't help but think of it.
How could Liu Mang, that petty scoundrel, possibly have the ability to obtain the Tengshe's Reverse Scale?
Where did he steal it from?
Or did you find it somewhere?
Fang Shuwen thought for a while, but had no clue what to do.
Besides, Liu Mang is now dead, and his body has been thrown into the Qingshui River.
Regardless of what's behind this copper piece, the connection is temporarily broken.
There's no need to delve any further.
Having made up his mind, Fang Shuwen lay back down on the bed.
The night was deep outside the window, and a few barks of dogs could be faintly heard in the distance.
He closed his eyes and quickly drifted off to sleep.
......
The next morning, Fang Shuwen was "wake up" by his punctual biological clock.
He sat up, put on his clothes, and pulled back the curtain.
Old Fang is no longer in the house; he must have gone to work.
On the table was a bowl of millet porridge, a dish of pickled vegetables, and half a roast chicken left over from last night.
The porridge was still steaming, clearly having been served recently.
Fang Shuwen washed his face and sat down to eat breakfast.
The porridge was cooked until thick and the rice grains were completely dissolved, making it soft and smooth to eat.
Salted white radish with a slightly spicy flavor.
He shredded the roast chicken into strips, mixed half of it into the porridge, and saved the other half for Lao Fang.
After breakfast,
Fang Shuwen didn't go out, but instead went to the martial arts training ground in the neighboring courtyard.
Last night he improved his physical training to a proficient level.
Attack and defense each increased by one point again.
I came here today to train and test my strength.
While panel upgrades certainly enhance strength and realm, they do not include improved body coordination and synchronization.
It's like your mind is clear, but your body just can't keep up.
In the context of boxing, this means the body hasn't adapted yet and can't transform the surge in power into instinct.
"Last time, I used a weight of about 200 jin (100 kg) on one arm. Today, I'll try a 300 jin (150 kg) stone weight."
Fang Shuwen walked to the stone lock area and glanced down at it.
He walked directly to the 300-pound stone lock.
This stone lock is a size larger than the ones next to it.
The surface of the bluestone was rough, and deep fingerprints were worn into my hands. A thin layer of dust had settled on it, indicating that no one had touched it for some time.
He assumed a horse stance, gripped the handle with his right hand, and took a deep breath.
Twist your waist, sink your hips, and your spine springs up like a giant python, all the strength in your body twisting into a single rope.
The power exploded from his feet, flowing down his waist and hips to his arms.
"rise!"
The stone lock was lifted off the ground with a dull thud.
Fang Shuwen lifted it above his head in one breath, his arms steady and his body motionless.
He held that position for three breaths before slowly lowering himself.
Bang!
The stone lock smashed onto the blue brick ground, creating a small crater.
"I didn't exert much effort to lift the 300-pound stone lock. My strength is probably around 400 pounds with one arm."
Fang Shuwen secretly made some calculations.
His current strength, although not doubled.
But their actual combat strength is at least two or three times that of the one who cracks bones.
Fang Shuwen wiped the sweat from his forehead, and he understood what was going on.
As you progress from beginner to proficient in the Bodybuilding Fist, your attack attribute increases by one point.
The time has increased from three to four.
The increase in strength was not just a third, but almost half.
The properties on the panel should be the base values.
The actual effect of exertion also depends on the technique of exertion and the degree of integration of force.
And the degree to which his body adapts.
"The strength test is over, time to practice your boxing skills."
Fang Shuwen walked up to the wooden dummy but didn't rush to make a move.
Instead, close your eyes and mentally go through all 36 forms of Jiantiquan from beginning to end.
This time, he "saw" it more clearly than before.
The movements of those thirty-six figures were no longer a simple demonstration, but rather a complete breakdown of the details of how each move was generated.
He opened his eyes and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.
Fang Shuwen pushed off the ground with his right foot, shifting his body weight forward in an instant.
It felt like something was lifting my spine from the tailbone, bouncing it upwards vertebra by vertebra.
The power explodes from the soles of the feet, passes through the waist and hips, travels along the spine to the right shoulder, and finally explodes out from the fist.
"Snapped!"
The fist whistled through the air with a crisp sound, even crisper and brighter than yesterday's.
That wasn't the cracking of bones, but the sound of a fist cutting through the air.
Fang Shuwen did not pause and immediately followed with the second move.
Springing kick and punch, horse stance and strike, resting stance and cover strike...
Each move, each technique, flowed continuously.
......
Two hours later, it was almost noon.
Fang Shuwen clenched his fist and stood up.
He was drenched in sweat, his blood vessels were bulging, and you could see his blood and energy surging through them.
A surge of heat rose from his seemingly frail but actually strong body.
"readily!"
Fang Shuwen exhaled a long breath of stale air, which lingered and did not dissipate.
He looked down at his fist; the skin was bright red.
The wooden dummy was covered with dense fist marks of varying depths.
But each point landed precisely on the point of force application.
He can now perform this set of fitness boxing moves much better than he did at the beginning.
"It's a pity no one taught me how to spar; otherwise, I could have grasped the essence of the boxing style much faster!"
After shaking his head inwardly, Fang Shuwen left the courtyard.
.......
"Huh? I clearly heard the sound of people practicing martial arts just now, but where are they?"
As soon as he pushed open the courtyard gate, Chen Zhong wrinkled his nose.
There was a faint smell of sweat in the air that hadn't dissipated yet.
He took a few steps into the courtyard, his gaze falling on the wooden dummy in the center of the area, and suddenly stopped.
The wooden dummy was covered in fist marks.
They were densely packed, layer upon layer.
Some of the fist marks were so deep that they cracked the old lacquer on the surface of the wooden dummy, revealing the white wood shavings inside.
"Hiss, this guy's strength should be about enough to make two cracking sounds."
"The power is scattered and hasn't been fully integrated and condensed yet. Could it be that you just broke through today?"