Chapter 40: Chapter 40: Tyrant Body?
A few days had passed, and Liu Mang had lost a lot of weight, but he was still heavier than the average person, still earning him the nickname “the fatty.”
“Stone, you won’t believe how much my strength has improved!” the fatty said mysteriously, his face filled with a grin that could not hide his pride.
“Oh, how much?” Shi Hao asked with a smile.
“Two thousand jin!” Liu Mang replied, “I am now a middle-level martial disciple!”
Shi Hao was also somewhat surprised. Without practicing any cultivation techniques, relying solely on body technique, even with the help of medicinal baths, the increase in strength was still quite exaggerated.
“Come, let me check your spirit root, and if you combine it with a cultivation technique, your progress will be even faster.” However, he immediately felt happy for him, smiling as he took out the Reveal Root Powder, pouring a bit onto Liu Mang’s palm.
He then took some water, had Liu Mang hold it, and observed the color change of the liquid.
However, after a few breaths, the water was still clear, showing no changes.
Logically, as long as someone possessed a spirit root, the Reveal Root Powder would cause the clear water to change color.
For example, a person with a fire spirit root would turn the water red, one with an ice spirit root would turn it white, one with a thunder spirit root would turn it blue, and so on, while no change in water color meant an absence of spirit root.
The fatty had no spirit root?
“Stone?” Liu Mang looked at Shi Hao somewhat pitifully.
Shi Hao smiled and reassured, “It’s okay, not having a spirit root isn’t the end of the world, there are still legends of those who became almighty purely through practicing body techniques!”
Liu Mang was disappointed, but since the entire Hua Yuan Nation practiced without using cultivating techniques, he just felt a bit regretful.
“Then I’ll just diligently practice the Tyrant Body Technique!” he declared.
Shi Hao muttered “Hmmm”, but then he was even more surprised. It had only been a few days, yet the fatty had already improved his strength by two thousand jin, which was incredibly exaggerated.
—Not as terrifying as his, but still not normal!
He hadn’t neglected practicing the Tyrant Body Technique himself, but it only enhanced his physical stamina, with very little impact on strength enhancement.
“Fatty, how many times a day do you practice Tyrant Body Technique?” Shi Hao asked.
“Ten times, why, is that too few?” Liu Mang responded, “But ten times is really my limit; otherwise, my bones would break!”
Shi Hao was somewhat shocked, and he placed his hands on Liu Mang’s shoulders. “Fatty, you are a genius!”
He had forgotten to tell Liu Mang that one should only practice Tyrant Body Technique a few times per session. Generally, when someone couldn’t continue, even a fool would know to stop, so it didn’t matter if he forgot.
But it was terrifying that the fatty could practice Tyrant Body Technique ten times a day!
Normally, one could only do it three times. Shi Hao himself practiced and knew very clearly that three times was indeed the limit.
“Am I a genius?” the fatty pointed at himself.
“You are!” Shi Hao nodded, no wonder the fatty’s strength had increased so tremendously; it turned out he had a unique talent in the realm of body cultivation.
He began to search through Yuan Chengmie’s memories for an explanation.
“Besides spirit root, there’s also the concept of body constitution.”
“Some people are born unique and capable of interacting with the natural elements of the world, invoking energies like thunder and flames, while others… have special talents in body cultivation.”
“It’s said there’s a type of body constitution known as Tyrant Body, naturally without any spirit root but with unlimited potential in the training of body techniques, allowing one’s strength to penetrate heaven and earth!”
Huh, the Tyrant Body Technique was originally created by a person with Tyrant Body, to allow those without the Tyrant Body constitution to practice it?
“Damn, could the fatty actually be a Tyrant Body?”
Shi Hao looked at the fatty, but seeing his sleazy appearance, he couldn’t help but shake his head; a sleazy Tyrant Body didn’t quite add up.
“Fatty, in a few days I’m heading to the County Town, and then to the Imperial Capital. I might be gone for a long while. Do you plan to stay here, or come with me?” He changed the subject.
“Of course we’ll go together!” the chubby guy said excitedly, “Shi Hao, don’t worry, I definitely won’t slow you down.”
“Okay.” Shi Hao smiled.
He gave the chubby guy some Medicinal Bath Bags and told him to go back and practice diligently.
Shi Hao then made another trip to Starwind Academy; timing wise, it was also time for the selection trials.
Although Sheng Ze Xue personally promised to endorse him for the representative qualification, it was still better to confirm it.
Thus, after he finished his cultivation in the morning, he strolled to the academy.
When they saw him, everyone displayed a look of awe, but even the girls just watched him from afar, not daring to approach.
He was now too strong, so strong that he had even beaten the City Lord down, which naturally made people awe him and not dare to draw near.
Shi Hao didn’t mind and asked around, only to find out that the qualification competition had already begun.
Damn, what the hell was Sheng Ze Xue doing?
Shi Hao immediately stormed over.
The academy had a special martial arts arena for students to spar and compete.
Now, the place was bustling because there were many matches today.
The fifteen-year-old representative had already been selected, a young man named Guo Xing, and the age-unrestricted qualification battle was ongoing, in its final match with Gao Feng fighting Fu Lei.
Gao Feng, unanimously recognized as a genius of Starwind Academy, was only eighteen years old this year.
His opponent only resisted for a while before conceding voluntarily, to avoid a disgraceful defeat.
Gao Feng displayed a proud expression. The top person in the academy, without a doubt!
However, a name flashed across his mind and he immediately felt a blockage in his chest.
No, no, no, that freak could not be counted as a student. Which student is a middle-level martial master?
He was about to deliver his victory speech, but as he cleared his throat and before he could start, he saw the crowd turning their heads towards the entrance.
There, a tall figure stood.
Gao Feng’s heart contracted involuntarily. The current Shi Hao was no different from the Asura God of Killing; even the lady of the City Lord was not spared by him, what wouldn’t he dare do?
The entire venue fell silent, casting respectful glances toward Shi Hao.
Shi Hao was very annoyed and shouted loudly, “Where is Sheng Ze Xue!”
“I, I’m here!” Sheng Ze Xue trembled as he stepped forward. When had he ever offended this god of calamity?
Shi Hao snorted, “I clearly said I wanted to sign up for the qualification competition. Why did no one notify me when it started? Also, weren’t you supposed to endorse me?”
Everyone was collectively stunned. Are you kidding?
Your cultivation is that of a mighty middle-level martial master, and you still want to participate in such a competition? Are you leaving any path for others?
“What, am I not a disciple of the academy? Do I not have the right?” Shi Hao’s expression darkened.
“You do! You do!” Sheng Ze Xue hurriedly said, having a sudden inspiration, “I was just afraid it would be troublesome for Young Master Shi; therefore, we selected a representative first, and then he would have a match with you. A single match will do.”
“Exactly, exactly!” Yu Xi and Ni Wenxing also nodded frantically, fear evident to their very bones towards this young man.
“Fine, let’s have the match then.” Shi Hao nodded and walked into the competition ground, addressing Gao Feng, “You are my opponent, right?”
In Gao Feng’s mind, a thousand swears raced by.