fynovel Chapter 36 Significant Improvement
Chapter 36 Significant Improvement
After dinner, Lao Fang went to chat with Hu Da.
Fang Shuwen closed the door and adjusted the oil lamp cord.
then,
He took a deep breath and brought up the martial arts panel again.
Name: Fang Shuwen
Attack: 5; Defense: 4; Health: 3; Spirit: 3
[Technique: Tengshe Fist (Proficient)]
[Special Effects: Snake-like]
Skill Points: 10
ten o'clock.
Today, I absorbed energy from the book "Tales of the Ancient Castle" and gained eight skill points.
Fang Shuwen's gaze fell on the "Tengshe Fist" and sure enough, the gray plus sign had now lit up.
The thought flashed through my mind, and a prompt appeared before my eyes:
Should we upgrade the "Soaring Serpent Fist" technique?
[Skilled → Proficient]
[Skill Points Required: 10]
"As expected, ten points are needed, which is just enough."
Fang Shuwen's lips curled slightly, without hesitation.
"promote."
The moment the thought crossed his mind, a sudden change occurred.
This time, it was no longer a gentle flow of heat, but a more explosive force that erupted within his body.
It was as if a real serpent had awakened within him, its scales slicing through every inch of his bones and its fangs piercing every acupoint.
Fang Shuwen groaned and couldn't help but grip the edge of the table.
Starting from the coccyx, each vertebra of the spine cracked and popped.
It wasn't the crisp, clear sound of bones from before, but a dull, resonant boom, like someone was beating a large drum covered with cowhide.
A sound.
Two sounds.
The third sound followed immediately, not as a superposition, but as a triple blast, like thunder exploding inside the body.
Three cracking sounds!
Fang Shuwen suddenly tilted his head back, the veins on his neck bulging, and a low growl escaped his throat.
At the same time, dark blue lines appeared on his skin, resembling the outline of snake scales, flashing by in an instant.
In his mind, the phantom of the giant serpent coiled in the void reappeared.
But this time, it no longer coldly looked down.
Instead, it swooped down toward Fang Shuwen, its mouth wide open, as if it wanted to swallow him whole.
A sense of dread from the depths of his soul immediately enveloped Fang Shuwen.
But the next moment,
As if an invisible force was feigning an attack, the colossal serpent was instantly gripped by the throat.
The snake struggled, but to no avail.
After an unknown amount of time, everything returned to calm.
Fang Shuwen was panting heavily, his whole body drenched in sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.
He looked down at his hands.
The veins on the back of the hand are more prominent, and traces of blood and qi surging can be faintly seen under the skin.
Clench your fist.
Click, click!
The bones cracked three times in succession, the sound deeper, thicker, and more powerful than before.
He stood up and felt the changes in his body.
Strength, speed, reaction time, perception... all have been significantly improved.
If the two cracking sounds were like a sharpened steel knife, then now, it is a battering ram that crushes everything.
If it were my former self, I could take him down within ten moves.
"I just don't know how powerful it is now."
Fang Shuwen murmured to himself, feeling as if he had been reborn.
But ultimately, it's impossible to grasp the situation accurately.
The room wasn't a place for testing fist techniques.
Thinking of this, Fang Shuwen pushed open the door, walked through the connecting corridor, and headed straight for the martial arts arena next door.
The moonlight, like water, spilled onto the blue brick floor.
Fang Shuwen walked to the largest stone lock and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.
He didn't strike any starting stance; he just stood there casually.
He reached out and grasped the 300-pound stone lock, then lifted it with force.
With a sudden movement, he easily lifted the stone lock with one hand.
"Um?"
"So light?"
Fang Shuwen put down the stone lock, and to his surprise, the 300-pound stone lock didn't take much effort at all.
A martial artist who can crack his bones three times has an arm strength between 300 and 400 jin.
Therefore, even lifting a 300-pound stone lock wouldn't be so easy.
"My strength has probably increased quite a bit, which this stone lock can't detect. Let's go check the warehouse next door."
Butler Chen had not only given him the key to this courtyard, but also the key to this storeroom.
The warehouse contained a lot of weapons and equipment used for martial arts training.
He took out the storeroom key, found the lock by the moonlight, and turned it twice. The brass lock popped open.
Pushing open the heavy wooden door, a smell mixed with rust, tung oil, and old wood wafted out.
Fang Shuwen found an oil lamp next to the door frame, struck a match, and lit it.
A dim, yellowish light slowly spread out, illuminating the furnishings in the warehouse.
Several weapon racks stood against the wall, with swords, spears, and halberds neatly arranged.
There were several burlap sacks piled up in the corner, bulging and bulky, and it was unclear what they contained.
In the very center of the open space, a row of copper weights were neatly stacked.
They come in various sizes; the smallest is marked "ten jin" and the largest is as big as a washbasin, with the three large characters "one hundred jin" cast on it.
Fang Shuwen walked to the pile of weights, bent down and picked up the 100-pound weight. He weighed it in his hand and found it to be light and effortless.
He put it down and directly stacked the four 100-jin copper weights together.
Four hundred catties.
Still relaxed.
Fang Shuwen raised his eyebrows slightly.
An ordinary martial artist who can crack three bones has an arm strength of between 300 and 400 jin. Lifting 400 jin would be difficult for him, and he could not possibly lift it as lightly as he does.
"Add more."
He stacked the weights up to 600 jin.
At this moment, Fang Shuwen's hand finally felt a noticeable weight.
He took a deep breath, twisted his waist and lowered his hips, his spine suddenly sprang up, and the 600-pound weight was lifted off the ground and steadily raised above his head.
My breathing became slightly rapid, and my arms felt a little sore, but I remained steady overall.
"Six hundred pounds is not the limit."
Fang Shuwen slowly lowered the weight, and the copper block struck the ground with a dull thud.
Two shallow pits were smashed into the blue brick ground.
He shook his arms and started rummaging through the pile of weights again.
In the corner of the warehouse, there were still several discarded old stone locks piled up, the largest of which lay dusty and gray in the corner.
It was covered with a thick layer of dust, clearly indicating that no one had touched it for a long time.
He moved the stone weights to the pile of weights and tested them together with the copper weights.
After struggling for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Fang Shuwen finally figured out his current limits.
The maximum strength of a single arm is approximately 700 jin (350 kg).
This upgrade more than doubled his strength.
An improvement that is exaggerated enough.
He was only 100 jin away from the 800 jin threshold for a Ming Jin martial artist.
The gap is already very small.
"Phew, I only heard three cracks in my bones, but it feels like I'll reach the Ming Jin level in less than two days!"
Fang Shuwen couldn't help but mutter to himself.
Ming Jin (明劲) is a threshold for practicing martial arts.
If you can overcome that hurdle, your status will be completely different.
During the Dayin Dynasty, a Mingjin martial artist was qualified to be called a master.
Fang Shuwen put the weights and stone locks back in their original positions and dusted off his hands.
Looking up, a light screen appeared.
Name: Fang Shuwen
Attack: 7; Defense: 6; Health: 5; Spirit: 3
[Technique: Tengshe Fist (Mastered)]
[Special Effects: Snake-like]
Skill Points: 0