Next, Wang Wu did not rush to temper the mysterious iron. Instead, he lay motionless by the Tree Heart and slept for three whole days. Other than unfailingly eating one Ninth-grade Fast-Growth Spirit Fruit each day, he did nothing else.
Because he needed to rest and recover.
Tempering mysterious iron and cultivating his Destined Demonic Weapon were certainly important, but they consumed far too much blood, vitality, and life force.
When he had returned a few days ago, the number of times he could activate Rapid Self-Healing consecutively had already fallen from ten to eight.
He was a genuine kidney-deficient young master now.
So he had to thank Old Ox. With the previous nine spirit fruits plus the three from these past days, he had barely managed to pull himself back into shape.
Now, the number of consecutive Rapid Self-Healing activations had finally returned to ten. Mm, I, Ten-Times Man, was back...
After greeting Old Ox and Little Pig, then sternly warning them again and again not to wait for him, that he would not be going outside and would return on his own at an uncertain time depending on the circumstances—especially not to try catching him in the tunnel again—Wang Wu finally scampered up the tunnel like a nimble big cat. His nearly nine-hundred-kilogram weight did not affect his speed or agility in the slightest.
Mm, he liked this feeling.
Moreover, he could now skillfully circulate the Internal Breathing Technique anytime and anywhere, expertly mobilizing his blood and vitality, allowing him to put methods like Charged Heavy Strike to broad use.
For example—
Whoosh!
With a charged leap, he could vault more than fifty meters. This was the result of gathering his blood, vitality, and life force into his lower limbs, then charging for three seconds. Combined with his