Vajra Body Battle Skill, Going Home

The combat uniform felt cool and incredibly snug against the skin.

Li Ziyu looked at himself in the mirror.

His one-meter-ninety frame was well-proportioned and radiated explosive power.

His face was lean, with sharp, chiseled features, as if carved by a knife.

After he put on the gear, even the beautiful shop assistant couldn't help but brighten up.

Li Ziyu was already handsome, but with this combat uniform, he looked like he'd stepped right out of an ancient Greek sculpture.

The beautiful shop assistant's eyes sparkled.

"Tsk tsk, Li, little brother, if you showed up looking like this, you'd definitely sweep a lot of girls off their feet!"

"If my daughter wasn't only fourteen this year, I'd introduce her to you! Haha!"

Li Ziyu just smiled. Tang Xuan then said:

"This combat uniform was crafted by Tianheng Company, using Great Xia's latest nanotechnology."

"It's not only wear-resistant, scratch-resistant, dust-proof, and waterproof, but it also has an automatic temperature regulation function. And it has a built-in cushioning layer, which can reduce damage when fighting enemies."

"And this Vajra Body defensive battle skill, at the beginner level, it can greatly enhance the user's defense. At the intermediate and advanced levels, it can increase a cultivator's defense several times over!"

"However, this battle skill is quite difficult to practice. I've hardly ever seen anyone train this skill to the advanced level."

Tang Xuan introduced the two items Li Ziyu had just purchased, and Li Ziyu nodded in his mind.

The protective suit went without saying; it was essential for wilderness combat and would greatly improve comfort in the wild zones.

As for the Vajra Body battle skill, it was extremely difficult to cultivate and progress was slow, but its effects were incredibly potent.

This was precisely what Li Ziyu valued.

With the system, the difficulty of cultivation was non-existent for him.

Hongsu Martial Arts Hall.

The reception hall of Hongsu Martial Arts Hall.

Han Wu and a middle-aged man were drinking tea and exchanging information about the recent wilderness zone.

"Old Han, have you been going to the wilderness zone too often lately? Has your mind been infiltrated by evil beasts?"

"A teenager not even seventeen years old instantly killed a Peak Level 1 Martial Artist with one strike. That's a bit too much of a joke, not funny at all."

The middle-aged man took a sip of tea, looking at Han Wu beside him with a rather speechless expression, his eyes scanning Han Wu's face.

"Stop looking, Old Wang. I haven't been infiltrated by evil beasts. Everything I'm saying is true!"

Han Wu waved his hand, indicating he was perfectly normal. Then, his face showed a look of recollection, and he said solemnly:

"If anyone else told me, I wouldn't believe it either, but what I just said is absolutely true! I saw it with my own eyes!"

"He used only one strike, one strike! I didn't even get a clear look before the Peak Level 1 Martial Artist opposite the young man had his head fly off!"

"Let me tell you, I estimate that the young man's strength is at least Intermediate Level 2! His combat power is over 2000!"

"Pfft, you're getting more and more ridiculous. Intermediate Level 2, combat power over 2000? Do you even know what those two things mean?"

"Let me put it this way, in our Xujiang City, we haven't had someone like that appear in the last seventy years, alright?"

The middle-aged man said, clearly disbelieving, spitting as he spoke.

"Seventeen years old, isn't that the same age as my kid?"

"My kid is in his third year of high school now and is about to participate in the Martial Arts Examination the day after tomorrow."

"If what you just said is true, and there really is such a monstrous student, then my kid wouldn't have no idea about it."

"Tell me what that monstrous talent you mentioned looks like. I'll ask my kid about it."

As the middle-aged man spoke, he saw Han Wu's expression freeze blankly, completely ignoring him. Instead, Han Wu was staring fixedly at a certain spot.

The middle-aged man was about to call out to Han Wu.

Then, Han Wu suddenly stood up from his chair and walked towards a young man in a black combat uniform with a somewhat immature expression at the entrance.

His attitude was respectful.

After the young man left, Han Wu turned to him with a look of emotion, saying inexplicably:

"You asked me what the young man looked like, right? I'll tell you now, it was that young man just now."

"If you don't believe me, I'll take you to see his Qi and Blood value test."

Name: Li Ziyu
Realm: Level 1 Advanced Martial Artist
Combat Skills: Advanced Ferocious Ox Body Tempering Method, Gale Blade Technique, Intermediate Blade Technique, Intermediate Movement Technique
System: Martial God System
Function: Can absorb all things to increase Qi and Blood. Other functions await the host's discovery.

"I didn't expect my Qi and Blood value to have reached 9.999, and my combat power to have reached a terrifying 3000?"

In the old district of Xujiang City, down a narrow alley.

Li Ziyu walked along, recalling the results of his recent Qi and Blood test, his expression full of emotion.

The standard for Qi and Blood for a Peak Level 1 Martial Artist is to break through 10.

This meant his current Qi and Blood was infinitely close to that of a Peak Level 1 Martial Artist.

But normally, the relationship between combat power and Qi and Blood is Qi and Blood multiplied by ten, plus various amplifications, equals a person's combat power.

A Martial Artist with 9.9 Qi and Blood would have a combat power of at most 1500, not much more.

Yet, his full-power strike just now had actually produced 3000 combat power!

Was the combat power amplification directly threefold?

Didn't that mean his current strength was already three times greater than that of a normal Martial Artist?

The combat power of a beginner Level 2 Martial Artist was less than 2500, wasn't it?

And this was in less than four days?

He had already grown from an ordinary student with only 0.8 Qi and Blood, who had no hope of attending a Martial Arts University, into a Martial Artist capable of crushing most geniuses in Xujiang City.

While feeling emotional, he didn't falter in his steps.

Li Ziyu followed the path and quickly arrived at a dormitory-style building.

The paint on the walls was mottled, the building was dilapidated, and it was covered with messy flyers and utility poles.

"Oh, Little Li, you're back. I haven't seen you around the complex these past two days, have you been working extra jobs again?"

"Why are you young people working so hard? Your health is more important. You can't become a Martial Artist anyway, so what's the point of working so hard? It's better to just relax."

"Little Li, come over for dinner tonight!"

Li Ziyu reached a unit entrance. Under the entrance, several elderly men and women were sitting, basking in the sun. Upon seeing Li Ziyu, they greeted him cheerfully and in a rambling manner.

Li Ziyu smiled and responded to each of them.

This dormitory building was where he lived in Xujiang City.

These old folks were his neighbors. Though they spoke directly at times, they had good hearts.

In Li Ziyu's memory, these elders often found various excuses to invite him over for meals, which was their way of helping him out.

After a few greetings, Li Ziyu went upstairs.

"Huh, why do I feel like this kid, Little Li, is different from the last time I saw him?"

"I feel that way too. I feel like this kid, Little Li, has more spirit than before. And I remember he never used to greet us so enthusiastically and proactively."

"That's strange."

The old men and women watched Li Ziyu's retreating figure as he went upstairs, their faces showing surprise as they discussed amongst themselves.

Li Ziyu heard all of this clearly.

After becoming a Martial Artist, his senses were far more acute than before. Within a dozen meters, he could even hear the sound of a mosquito's wings flapping.

As he walked up the stairs, Li Ziyu was about to open his door to go inside.

He saw several chaotic, foul-smelling garbage bags, stuffed with trash, haphazardly placed at his doorstep.

Flies buzzed around them.

They had clearly been there for several days.

Li Ziyu glanced at the trash, then looked up at the closed security door opposite his, his gaze gradually turning cold.

Without a doubt, it must have been his neighbor opposite who had thrown them at his door.