Human Immortal: Three-Hour Global Strike! The True Realm Martial Immortal's Hope! Perfect Body!

After returning, Huo Yuanhong took out a raw egg and practiced peeling eggshells again.

As the egg spun rapidly, he peeled a raw egg clean with his fingernails in just five seconds—far faster than the six seconds it had taken when he had first entered the Hundred-Year realm.

If he used that finger speed to peel apart an opponent's tendons and bones, their tendons and bones would be thrown into disarray in the blink of an eye.

This differed from the tendon-severing and bone-dislocating techniques cultivated through Combat Method, where one first suppressed the opponent before slowly separating their tendons and misaligning their bones. The tendon-severing, bone-dislocating hand of Hundred-Year Divine Strength was called that because its speed made such feats effortless, not because it could only be used to sever tendons and dislocate bones.

At its core, this was superhuman hand speed. It would work just as well for monkey steals the peach—there was no need to suppress the opponent; a flick of the hand and it was done.

If he wanted to kill someone, it could become a heart-piercing hand in an instant!

"Sun Lutang, the number one hand under heaven—his skill with his hands truly is formidable..."

The oil in the wok began to smoke. Huo Yuanhong pinched the peeled raw egg in his fingers and squeezed. With a pop, the yolk and white jumped into the wok, sizzling sharply.

He had peeled too many eggs these past two days. Scrambled eggs, fried eggs, instant noodles stewed with eggs... every meal had eggs.

He was doing fine, but the two dogs at home had eaten so many they could barely walk.

As he fried the egg, that brief instant when he had exchanged hands with Sun Lutang replayed in fragments through his mind, rapidly looping as he