Dug Practices Martial Arts

As Dug watched the Feng Family members by the edge of the arena, he sighed inwardly. It seemed that if he wanted to make it in this world, learning martial arts had to be put on the agenda.

Who knew how long he would remain in this Simulation Arena? Of course.

Maintenance and Backstab could not be neglected either. They were the foundation of his survival, and the two Keywords were far from being developed to their fullest...

After taking first place in the Simulation Arena rankings, Dug had become somewhat carried away, even looking down on the heroes of the world. But after this match, he readjusted his mindset, cast aside arrogance and impatience, and returned to being humble and prudent.

He could not even beat the chief of a novice village. What was there to be proud of? Still, it made sense. He had only been transported here for three or four hours in total. How could he possibly already be invincible?

Little did he know.

While Dug was dissatisfied with himself, Feng Shiren and the others were practically red-eyed with envy.

Especially after they confirmed that Dug had no Internal Energy in his body, their jealous and resentful gazes nearly seemed ready to devour him whole.

Heavens have mercy.

They had trained painstakingly for twenty or thirty years, yet they could not compare to a Heavenly Demon talking for one or two hours. Just two hours—to turn from a sickly weakling into an extraordinarily gifted martial arts prodigy...

What had Feng Qi done?

Other than drawing them a grand vision, he had done nothing. The most crucial part of the plan had been carried out by the Feng Family themselves...

And what was the result? The Feng Family had gained no benefits at all, while Feng Qi's strength had soared. Where was the justice in that?

However.

Through this match, the Feng Family gained a comprehensive understanding of Heavenly Demons. Just as Dug had said, Heavenly Demons were—Rare Commodity.

As their confidence surged, the Feng Family members also lowered their guard against Dug.

This was the result they had verified.

During the match, Feng Yunming had pretended to slip up according to plan.

At the time, the weapon rack had been knocked over during the previous match, and a spear on it pointed straight at Dug's back. Feng Yunming raised his palm and lunged at Dug.

If Dug dodged, Feng Yunming, with his momentum spent, would inevitably crash into the spear and die.

If Dug did not dodge, he would take Feng Yunming's palm strike and would very likely be pushed onto the spear by the force of Feng Yunming's palm.

The facts proved.

Dug had truly taken Maintenance to the extreme.

He had already dodged, but when he noticed the situation behind him, he immediately darted back without hesitation and placed himself between Feng Yunming and the spear. He took Feng Yunming's palm strike head-on and dispelled the Feng Family's suspicions through his actions...

In such an urgent situation, there was no explanation but instinct.

After all.

Feng Qi had once said that after possessing a Heavenly Demon, they became mortal flesh and blood. They could die as well...

Even Feng Shiren probably could not risk his life to protect a stranger. If such a Heavenly Demon could not be trusted, who could?

Most importantly, Feng Shiyi's theory of destiny had already taken root in everyone's hearts. Even Feng Shiren believed deep down that the Feng Family was destined to prosper. He saw Dug as an auspicious omen and naturally accepted him.

"Family Head, is my current level enough for me to go out and make my way in the world?" Dug broke the silence with a smile. "In less than two hours, my strength has already grown this much. From now on, as long as you continue carrying out the previous plan, my strength will only keep increasing. I will grow more and more powerful..."

"Rest assured, Seventh Master. The previous plan will absolutely not be changed. Obtaining Seventh Master is the Feng Family's honor." The more Feng Shiren looked at Dug now, the more satisfied he became. His old face bloomed like a chrysanthemum as he stepped forward. "Sir, from this moment onward, you are the Feng Family's Supreme Elder. You may deploy all Feng Family resources as you see fit without my approval. The Feng Family will fully support every one of your decisions."

"Thank you, Family Head."

Dug let out a breath of relief. He had finally acted out the whole performance.

The increase in his attributes had not only improved his strength and speed, but also his five senses.

Although it was faint, he had heard seven or eight parts out of ten of the countermeasures Feng Shiren and the others discussed in the council hall, even through two walls.

Feng Shiyi's talk of destiny had nearly made him burst with joy.

Dug had never expected that this group would draw a circle around the story he had made up on the fly, riddled with holes as it was. Not only had they filled in the gaps themselves, but they had plunged headfirst into it.

As for Feng Yunming's test?

Once he knew their arrangements, dealing with it was as easy as turning over his hand. He had the Third Eye. What spear? What feigned slip? Everything was transparent to him...

That night.

Having gained the Feng Family's trust, Dug and Feng Jiu moved into the Feng Family guest rooms.

Holding the Feng Family's manuals for Shattering Gold and Breaking Jade Hand and Catching Wind and Chasing Shadows, Dug asked Feng Yunjie to teach him Martial Arts.

With a master personally guiding him step by step, Dug picked up the basics of Martial Arts extremely quickly.

After all, his agility and speed had both improved, and he also possessed Mental Strength as high as 80. With only a little focus, he could memorize those fairly simple martial arts moves.

The Feng Family's Shattering Gold and Breaking Jade Hand was an external martial art. Once one memorized the moves and paired them with breathing techniques, prolonged practice would allow Internal Energy to develop from the outside inward.

It was inferior to martial arts focused solely on internal cultivation, but it was simple to practice.

Catching Wind and Chasing Shadows was purely a movement technique, designed to accompany Shattering Gold and Breaking Jade Hand, and it did not generate Internal Energy.

After practicing it for a while, Dug found that Catching Wind and Chasing Shadows was not even as good as his own agility. He decisively gave up studying it and focused exclusively on Shattering Gold and Breaking Jade Hand.

Not for its moves, but for its Internal Energy.

That night.

Having gotten his first taste of the benefits of Martial Arts, Dug practiced enthusiastically through the entire night.

Finally, at dawn, he felt a faint warm current flowing along his meridians from his Dantian, astonishing Feng Yunjie into calling him a genius.

Feng Yunjie said sourly that it had taken him two months of practice before he first sensed qi.

But Dug was far from satisfied. After training all night, he had only produced a faint sense of qi. It was far too slow, nowhere near as rapid as the improvements brought by Keywords.

Still, that did not stop Dug from developing a deep interest in Martial Arts. On Earth, Internal Energy existed only in novels and television dramas. When else could he genuinely experience it? As for the faint qi sensation?

Dug blamed the Feng Family's martial arts for being trash.

For the sake of his dream of becoming a great hero, he decided to put seizing more advanced martial arts manuals on his agenda...

Feng Jiu did not practice martial arts. He possessed the host body's memories, and his Dantian was not shattered.

The Martial Arts and Internal Energy the body had cultivated before were still there, but he simply did not think Martial Arts could play much of a role in the Simulation Arena.

No matter how powerful Martial Arts became, could they compare with Keywords? With a single Maintenance, merely moving one's lips for two or three hours, one could achieve results enough to draw even with a master who had trained hard for over twenty years...

Between the two, only an idiot would practice Martial Arts! In his eyes, Feng Qi putting effort into learning Martial Arts was completely backward.

Feng Qi's power made Feng Jiu jealous.

But Feng Qi blocking the spear for Feng Yunming in the martial arts arena had shown Feng Jiu what true extreme Maintenance was.

Feng Jiu had seen it clearly. At the time, the spear tip had already pierced Feng Qi's clothing. If Feng Yunming had failed to hold back his force, Dug would have been pierced through the heart and killed.

If it had been him, he absolutely could not have given up a precious Simulation Arena slot for a native. He would have saved himself. Even if that left him temporarily weakened, he would still have a chance to rise again.

But Feng Qi had done it, as if it were instinct...

At that moment, Feng Jiu truly understood. If he did not force himself, he would probably accomplish nothing in this life!

He could not turn his Keyword into instinct, but he could drive himself to the brink of madness.

Thus.

Feng Jiu had Physician Hu prepare a pile of digestive medicine and laxatives for him. He also brought two chamber pots into his room and had the kitchen steward prepare food for twenty people.

Then he shut the door and began his mad journey...

In the Simulation Arena, he might not be able to catch up to Feng Qi's ranking. But after comprehending the true essence of Keyword training, Feng Jiu felt that he still had a chance to compete for the top ten...