Chapter 421: Chapter 239: Qin Shi’s Exclusive Profession Trait—Simple, Brutal, and Unmatched! (Part 2)
Under introspection, Qin Shi saw his blood become condensed, each drop round and mercury-like, its color gradually tending towards a brilliant gold.
With every gesture and movement, it surged like a vast ocean!
Following this, his entire skeleton became denser, like a rough cast hammered by heavy blows, ejecting many impurities like iron filings, which were then flushed out by the rush of blood.
This cycle repeated endlessly, enhancing the strength of his flesh severalfold.
It could be said that, unless battalion-level firepower was deployed for a large-scale covering attack,
otherwise, armored tanks and artillery could no longer threaten Qin Shi at his peak stage.
“Unfortunately, I still haven’t fully mastered the ‘attribute’.”
Qin Shi cultivated silently, sleepless and tireless, immersing himself in a mystical state, unwilling to end it.
By the third day, the morning light shone through the battered and perforated windows, shafts of light the size of little fingers fell upon the wooden floor.
Fine dust floated in the air, with a “pop,” invisible pressure spread out.
With a “woosh,” the dust was swept clean.
Qin Shi slowly opened his eyes, containing two platinum rings of light, which gradually converged into a point, emitting a formidable and compelling aura.
This was the result of merging his major study, “Warfare Strategy,” with several other inherited skills, achieving a final perfect balance and unity.
The body, which had been sitting still and tempered for three days to its limit, finally rose.
Casual movements caused the air to burst into visible intense ripples.
The windows and doors of the quiet room shattered instantly, like clusters of hidden weapons, deeply penetrating the rockeries outside.
“Vibrant, everything competing to sprout… the membrane barrier is about to break as well.”
Qin Shi said with a satisfied smile.
The fifth rebirth was imminent.
Perhaps it could help him break through to the Seventh Rank.
“Little Brother Qin.”
Yu Weiwei stood gracefully outside the courtyard, her braided hair hanging down her chest.
Qin Shi turned around, his loose training clothes rippled like waves, the almost perfectly compacted muscles made him appear leaner and more upright.
Like a suddenly rising peak, towering, dominating.
His chest rose and fell slightly, his breathing rhythm like silent thunder vibrating the space, erupting with a “boom” sound.
“It’s hard to believe you’ve only stepped into the Specialized Level for less than three days.”
Yu Weiwei’s eyes shone with delight and approval.
As the most outstanding student of Southwest United, she had seen countless geniuses.
Every student who entered the Four National Universities, with a received admission letter, was a prodigy of that Administrative New Star.
Yet among high-achievers, there were still differences.
But Yu Weiwei always remained at the forefront, her talent unparalleled, always viewing her peers from a vantage point.
“On the forum of the Southwest United school, many people say that your refusal of the olive branch extended by the Four National Universities shows ignorance and that you will surely regret it for life.”
Yu Weiwei smiled serenely, stepped gracefully into the quiet room, and came before Qin Shi.
Did this little Brother Qin seem taller again?
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“I don’t think so. Little Brother Qin doesn’t need the Four National Universities for prestige, but the Four National Universities will definitely regret missing you.”
Qin Shi didn’t show modesty. From the moment he stepped into the Specialized Level, he felt he was just one step away from He Lanchan and Qi Wuxiang.
Yu Weiwei gazed at Qin Shi.
The latter’s breath, like a hot gentle mist, drifted over unconsciously.
“I will win for you to see.”
Qin Shi’s gaze was firm, his tone calm, as if stating an inevitable fact.
“Though this battle has drawn some extra attention, I never thought little Brother Qin would lose.”
Yu Weiwei held a smile, her voice gentle, like a warm wind of spring.
“Old Jiang, honestly, how confident are you?”
Wu Yong jumped off the transport military vehicle and asked in a low voice.
“About seventy percent.”
Jiang Shijie answered honestly.
This was not out of underestimating Qin Shi, but a result of extreme respect.
No matter how he analyzed or simulated, he couldn’t imagine a reason for his defeat.
Even something as active as Hai La, an intellectual asset the military relies on,
Through precise calculation of a large model, directly calculated Jiang Shijie’s chance of victory to be over eighty percent.
With a fifty percent chance for a draw.
Less than fifteen percent.
Wu Yong quietly exhaled in relief.
He observed the scene before him, long and short guns gathered outside the Nanhuang Daoist School, layers of people crowded together, blocking the street from vehicle passage.
The Seventh Battle Group Wind Scythe Sequence Army against the heirs of Nanhuang Daoist School.
This explosive matchup naturally attracted numerous media as soon as the news leaked.
Like a school of fish rushing to be fed, they hurried over hoping to scoop up eye-catching stories.
“It’s all because of old Lin, who got into the hospital and couldn’t keep his identity under wraps, exposing everything layer by layer… It’s ended up , what private sparring?”
He understood that everyone has their positions and identities, inherent ‘attributes’ that no one could avoid.
Once Jiang Shijie and Qin Shi’s sparring upgraded to the public’s “duel,” it represented something entirely different.
Jiang Shijie shook his head, slicing through the crowd like cutting through waves.
Despite the media’s eagerness to unearth news, they wouldn’t dare violate the Battle Group’s rules.
If it weren’t for Lin Xiong’s hospitalization and forgetting to have Hai La initiate confidentiality measures, none of this would have occurred.