The "Ten Reversed Beast Fist" is a training method, and it's dynamic.

The complete cultivation method of the "Establishing Image Chapter" is not just a sequence of static postures; this is not a training method.

Instead, it's executed like training fists and feet, according to twelve forms.

This way, you can connect the body internally and externally with the techniques, thoroughly merging the body with the movements, enhancing the power of martial arts.

Zhou Leng pondered in his mind.

Once he acquires the Giant Body, his physicality will strengthen substantially. It won't be long before he can cultivate the complete "Establishing Image Chapter."

After that, he can start learning the Undying Star Body.

"Although progress with the Undying Star Body is slow, once it's preliminarily formed, even weak, it surpasses hard skills by far. The prerequisite is being able to form it..."

"It's not yet time for cultivation, but I should note down the martial body medicine above first..."

After Zhou Leng finished reading about the martial body medicine, he set aside the matter of the Undying Star Body and planned for the Giant Trial.

"The best period is the late stage of body refining."

"Recently gained various powers, coupled with enough pills, should allow for swift advancement."

"That's how people in the Celestial Ladder are too..."

"Not sure if the Demons or other alien races are doing the same."

Shuizhou Demon City, once the Celestial Tier Examination Hall.

A hundred-man team of Demon Worship Sect disciples looked ahead, silently waiting.

These Demon Worship Sect disciples cultivate various demon skills, making their bodies peculiar and varied.

After fleeing that deserted village, Shen Jun, following the teacher's instructions, arrived at Shuizhou Demon City, forming a united team with other factions, awaiting the new "Weapon Envoy" of the Dragon Country's branch of the Demon Worship Sect.

The Weapon Envoy can mobilize Demon Worship Sect disciples nationwide, acting as the highest commander in wartime and can even disregard orders from the sect's Twelve Shepherds.

To appoint such an unheard-of innate as Weapon Envoy, the high-levels of the Demon Worship Sect have no objection at all.

The intensely competitive factions all seem to have turned into harmless little lambs.

Shen Jun looked at the silhouette of the woman ahead. Her background as the Weapon Envoy can be easily inferred.

She is a Demon.

Shen Jun still remembers the moment he first saw her.

Though her face was covered by a black net scarf, obscuring her true features, his mind instinctively filled in an unparalleled beauty.

An inexplicable desire ignited within, a sudden impulse to protect her at all costs.

Fortunately, Shen Jun was equipped with a sealing device, preventing him from becoming one of her demon servants like most of the team.

He glanced at the others.

Most of the people in the team, regardless of gender, were staring at the Weapon Envoy's back.

Their eyes blazed with lust, mixed with indescribable reverence and madness.

A few people reached their hands beneath their robes, moving gently.

Shen Jun lowered his head slightly, suppressing the desire in his heart, deciding to keep away after guessing her race's identity.

"But..."

He raised his head again, puzzled, looking at the Weapon Envoy's back.

Why was she here?

Her words seemed to suggest sorrow, as if mourning or remembering something.

Suddenly, the Weapon Envoy, facing away from the crowd, spoke: "Three days later, fully cooperate with the Sea Siren. I want Rucheng, the long street to burn completely."

Her words were murderous, yet her voice gentle and soft, like a mother softly speaking to her child.

"Understood!" The Demon Worship Sect disciples shouted loudly.

Shen Jun smiled slightly.

Just received fifty million from Tian Wenhua to kill someone named Zhou Leng.

However, upon hearing the target was at the early stage of body refining, he didn't even bother to pay attention, only letting his subordinates coordinate with Tian Wenhua.

After all, hearing Jax spoke in defense of Zhou Leng, if anything happened, the blame would fall on his subordinates.

Five mid-stage body refiners, plus one late stage, were more than enough.

During the Sea Siren attack, not leaving any trace.

Just like before.

Preparing for the test and examination in January.

Zhou Leng reduced the cultivation intensity these days.

Benefiting from physical growth, now he trains the Ten Reversed Beast Fist once daily.

Three ordinary meat herbal cuisines, one superior meat herbal cuisine, one Blood Replenishing Pill, one Strengthening Body Pill, and three Great Nourishing Pills every day, supplemented by high-energy supplements.

Training resources far surpassed the past.

Having consumed 12 Strengthening Body Pills, a core elixir.

Saturday, test day.

Zhou Leng and his classmates arrived at the examination hall after many days of absence.

Previous test days, classmates were filled with anxiety, emotions fluctuating.

This day, the whole class was even more anxious.

They all focused on Zhou Leng.

After body refining, Zhou Leng's physicality had far surpassed the past.

Even if very low-profile, it couldn't be concealed.

His muscles grew sturdier, shoulders widened, with the trapezius muscle at the neck sides resembling small hills, shoulders noticeably rising.

Everyone wore shorts and vests, but Zhou Leng's vest was stretched into a tight-fitting top by muscles.

Chest and abdominal muscle lines were clearly visible beneath the vest.

The whole body increasingly approached perfection.

The Steel Skin and the power of the Ten Reversed Beast Fist gradually releasing.

Some mischievous classmates, both male and female, shifted their gaze across Zhou Leng's body.

"Instructor, let Zhou Leng be in a separate group. Running with him is too psychologically stressful."

"Yes, yes."

Classmates chattered noisily.

Deng Zhijue was discharged today, face pale but fully fine as long as not fighting.

He snorted lightly, saying, "Willing to wait?"

"Willing!" Classmates shouted in unison.

"Alright." Deng Zhijue said, "First event, No True Qi sprint, 5000 meters, Zhou Leng to warm-up first."

Zhou Leng walked to the starting line, warming up his body.

Wei Hong said, "What do you think, this time how many minutes, meters per second can Zhou Leng run?"

Feng Wenhao looked at the phone screenshot and said, "His first entry score was 9 minutes 13 seconds, 9 meters per second. The second time it went down to 8 minutes 15 seconds, full score is 100 points. 10.1 meters per second."

"November and December were skipped."

"Generally, the early stage of body refining without True Qi has a speed of about 17 meters per second. I estimate he can reach 18 meters."

"Be bold, I bet on 19 meters."

"Not necessarily. First, no True Qi; second, full-speed sprinting; third, it's a full 5 kilometers, he's human, not a Demon, should be limited."

"But his muscles are so strong, just like Steel Skin."

Deng Zhijue checked the time and shouted, "Ready... run!"

Zhou Leng stamped the ground, crushing the track, with a swoosh scattering gravel, his body shot out from the starting line.

Many people even forgot to watch Zhou Leng, only staring at the small pit stomped on the ground.

Even an elephant couldn't make that.

Deng Zhijue and the other instructors exchanged glances, next time the test can't be held on a regular field for Zhou Leng.

Can't afford the repairs.

Afterward, the instructors looked up.

On the track ahead, one clear footprint after another was visible.

Whoosh...

Before long, Zhou Leng breezed past classmates, with a whooshing wind sound, entering the second lap.

"This speed..."

Soon, Zhou Leng reached the finish line.

Everyone looked at Deng Zhijue.

Some people showed puzzled expressions, Zhou Leng's speed felt a bit too fast, the timing seemed off.

Deng Zhijue looked at the screen of the Demonized Watch.

"Zhou Leng, 5000 meters sprint without True Qi, time used 4 minutes 06 seconds 3, 20.3 meters per second, 150 points super resolution. Not only broke the record set by Rao Mingxian for Ruda freshmen but also broke the city record of the early stage of body refining in Rucheng. Only 6 seconds slower than the early-stage world record."

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

Everyone knew Zhou Leng's score would definitely be very good, but didn't expect it to be this good.

"Ah? So, my classmate Zhou Leng is going to enter the Rucheng Hall of Fame?"

"My really close friend Zhou Leng is going to become a little celebrity?"

"Zhou Leng, you won't forget the times we ran together on this track, right?"

Wei Hong laughed and scolded, "Focus on the test, less nonsense."

He turned his head to Deng Zhijue and said, "Instructor, can Zhou Leng really enter the Rucheng Hall of Fame? How much money will he get?"

Deng Zhijue said, "Martial Arts Academy test data is entered into the Martial Arts Bureau as compliant martial arts data. The city record for the early stage of body refining doesn't give much, two Strengthening Body Pills."

"Four hundred thousand, not a small amount..."

"Is it our turn now?" a candidate asked.

However, Deng Zhijue said, "Wait a minute, our class tests will be held in advanced examination venues from now on."

Everyone's eyes lit up.

While saying this, Deng Zhijue took out the Demonized Watch to contact the chief instructor Huang Jingqiu.

"Let's go, to Advanced Examination Hall No. 3."

Everyone eagerly followed.

Upon arrival at the advanced examination hall, a few flamboyant guys took a video and sent it to their social circle.

"The advanced examination hall isn't that different."

"Advanced examination hall, just so-so."

Even used during the Vitality Stage, the advanced examination hall won't damage the ground.

After the sprint test, there were agility runs, weighted runs, and obstacle runs.

Zhou Leng exceeded expectations in every test, making classmates' hearts leap with fear; these were results they didn't dare to even think about.

Soon, everyone entered the Martial Arts Dojo, heading to the Demonized Weightlifting Platform.

Everyone looked at Zhou Leng.

"You go first." Deng Zhijue said.

Zhou Leng nodded and stepped forward.

With feet steady, both hands supported the Demonized Steel Plate above.

Because it doesn't require holding the barbell and then lifting, the weight measured in this form is far higher than the clean and jerk weightlifting numbers.

Feng Wenhao, looking at the screenshot, said, "Zhou Leng's weightlifting data for the September exam was 496.5 kilograms, and for the October exam was 658.7 kilograms."

The weightlifting platform roared, and the Demonized Steel Plate pressed down.

Zhou Leng's hands supported the Demonized Weightlifting Platform, his body glowing red, muscles sharply defined.

Some even had the illusion that invisible power was surging within Zhou Leng's muscles.

A few experienced individuals moved to the sides or even behind.

Seeing Zhou Leng's back inexplicably thicken, under his shoulders, his latissimus dorsi seemed to have a thick layer of sponge.

The latissimus dorsi can greatly enhance the punching and palm striking force.

Beep...

Everyone looked at the data on the screen in disbelief.

Zhou Leng stepped down from the weightlifting platform and took a glance back.

4503.5 kilograms.

185 points.

A few days ago in the Lieutenant Camp the no True Qi weightlifting result was 4312 kilograms.

The martial arts perception was accurate, body growth has been accelerating these days.

Wei Hong asked, "Does anyone remember the weightlifting data of Mountain and River Origin then?"

"Over 5000 kilograms, more than 5 tons, dubbed the human-shaped small truck."

"Zhou Leng is also starting to develop into a human-shaped small truck."

"Having mingled in the Martial Arts Hall for a semester, how come he can turn into a transformer?"

Feng Wenhao said, "The weightlifting of the Demonized Platform is the steel plate pressing down from above, so the weightlifting data is definitely larger. Just consider half, 2 tons. This also means Zhou Leng, even without True Qi, can directly lift a regular sedan."

"Eyeing the particularly heavy U8 in large SUVs, over 4 tons, Zhou Leng could lift them with True Qi, not to mention other regular large SUVs."

"Wonder how long before he can lift the tank in the museum."

"55 tons, just think."

"A bit far off indeed..."

Next, the whole class took all subject tests successively.

Finally entered the Striker venue, a familiar bloody smell greeted.

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