Qin Shi took a deep breath. Back in the days when he just started following Old Liang’s "supplementary classes" on Old Factory Street, he relied on the Combat Retrospect skills and repeatedly took beatings.
Later on, he unlocked the [Armor Stacking] achievement.
He often engaged in combat with the young Old Zhang and the second senior brother Shen Changyuan from the Nanhuang Daoist School, and was crushed unilaterally.
"Old He and Old Qi, it’s like having two Martial Gods serving just me; how could this fortune be small?"
Qin Shi’s spiritual fluctuation was extremely calm, without a ripple, as if the clear experience of being blasted to pieces just now did not cause much mental trauma.
The Void Meditation Technique started to operate, continuously descending as he embarked on a spiritual travel to the Netherworld.
This inherited Martial God legacy from He Lanchan naturally broke through to the third level, vaguely condensing the embryonic form of a void furnace.
"Did Brother Qin seem a bit disoriented from the beating?"
He looked at Qin Shi, who was sitting against the wall, his gaze clear yet mixed with a trace of bewilderment.
Just like how he looked when he got thrashed.
"Could it be that he really hit the jackpot? No way."
Zhao Su said uncertainly.
He lowered his head thinking, based on Brother Qin’s performance, managing to take on followers’ elites of the third power level and even planning to assault the Human-faced Spider’s lair.
Such terrifying combat prowess, unless facing a Life Force development at an extremely high level, capable of crushing specialized ranks.
Otherwise, there’s no reason to get beaten so badly.
"Should we contact Instructor Fu? In case something goes wrong..."
Gao Pao eyes filled with worry, realizing that residual crystal and virtual battle are not the same, this is closer to a spiritual confrontation.
If one’s power is lacking and gets backfired, the consequences could be serious.
Otherwise, the Military Department wouldn’t have banned this thing, turning instead to safer virtual combat rooms.
"I’ll ask Deputy Song to see if he can trace the origin of that batch of residual crystals at the Yellow Spring Training Camp."
Zhao Su, being more prudent, immediately started walking outside.
"You keep watch. If something seems wrong, rush to the infirmary for backup."
Gao Pao gestured an OK sign, watching intently as Qin Shi once again grasped the residual crystal.
His spirit, as if materialized, spread out like translucent ripples.
The residual crystal seemed activated, suddenly becoming bright and dazzling.
The light resonated with spiritual power, synchronizing in frequency.
The space twisted instantly, revealing bizarre illusory scenes, like a mirage on the horizon, full of unreality.
"Two people? The residual crystal Brother Qin’s holding has the spiritual imprints of both?"
Gao Pao strained to see clearly, but the two figures were shrouded in mist, no matter how he exerted his vision, he couldn’t capture any trace.
"Could it be he’s going to be caught and pummeled by two Grandmasters?"
Gao Pao’s lips twitched, no wonder Brother Qin’s gaze was clear, the whole person seemed much younger.
Who wouldn’t be overwhelmed!
"Which two Grandmasters could have left their marks in a residual crystal?
It should be from the first generation top ten masters stage; afterward, such things became rare."
Gao Pao pondered, being a die-hard Star Cup fan, never missing a match, even saving to unlock the top thirty contestants’ first-person views.
He was familiar with all sorts of battle records, ace killing moves, classic quotes.
"Did the Grandmasters from the top ten stage have any military service experience?"
Gao Pao racked his brains while sensing the intense Life Force emanating from Qin Shi.
He saw solid-like rays of light slowly emerge from the flesh, like a rising little sun.
"Truly a perfect... masterpiece!"
Gao Pao was filled with admiration, amazed.
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The web of blood vessels and veins interwoven like beautiful brocade, cloaking the glowing white bones.
This scene made Gao Pao hold his breath, afraid to breathe loudly, lest he shatter the dreamlike vision!
He didn’t know, the Limit Breaking Mortal Body Qin Shi forged was referred to in Old Martial as "Jade Tree Draped in Treasure Robes."
The body as gold, the sinews like jade, relaxed at will, soft turning strong.
This is the perfection of the five great limits!
Simply put, it’s a humanoid weapon capable of withstanding ship cannon blasts, pulverizing armored tanks, and piercing through defense positions!
"I have to see exactly how powerful Old He is!"
Qin Shi was unaware of the changes outside; he didn’t deliberately weaken his spiritual power to artificially lower the difficulty.
A rare chance, if clearing it, start from a hellish mode where death isn’t the end!
Although for others, the residual crystal cannot be forcibly removed; only when mental and spiritual collapse occurs can it be released.
But relying on the Inner Realm, Qin Shi wasn’t worried about this aspect.
Qin Shi closed his eyes, emptying his mind.
Spiritual resonance, Inner Realm rocking!
The residual crystal in his palm grew increasingly hot, like burning coal, scalding!
A white-haired figure emerged across the sky!
Old He, with an invincible aura, appeared like a Pay-to-Win giant with maxed out effects, every move was an apocalypse.
"How many specialties does it take to refine Armor Stacking?"
Qin Shi marveled; He Lanchan is truly the first legendary hardcore grinder of the Star Sea, no wonder he pushed Hong Sheng’s Hundred Forms Refining Stance to such a level.
Facing He Lanchan directly, in an instant, thunder rumbled, dragons and snakes danced, evaporating Qin Shi, vaporizing him!
"Not a chance to fight back."
Qin Shi silently retreated to the Inner Realm, removing himself from He Lanchan’s line of sight to avoid "aggro."
This hell start, where being glanced at means death, offers no chance for improvement.