Early Adaptation to Thunder Bagua

Discovering the treasures within the human body and enhancing physical strength.

This was exactly what Xianuo wanted most right now. Hesitating for even a second would be disrespecting his own body, so he added it directly to his shopping cart.

As for this last item...

[Peter Griffin's Jeans]

[Type: Equipment]

[Price: 500 points]

[Description: Upon wearing, Intelligence will be slightly reduced, and there's a chance to increase the hatred value others have towards you.]

[Seller's Note: Also suitable for big eaters.]

The effect of this item is quite interesting, but the cost-performance ratio is not high. Xianuo pondered for a moment, shook his head, and decided it wasn't worth wasting points on something like this.

He submitted the shopping cart and proceeded to checkout.

There were quite a few items he fancied among the ones he had browsed this time, a total of four, costing 3500 points.

Remaining points: 37525, still quite abundant.

Closing the trading market, Xianuo opened his inventory and first took out the black training suit that could adjust its weight.

The default initial setting was the lowest, 1KG, similar to ordinary sturdy clothing.

It fit perfectly when worn. While having extremely high toughness and elasticity, it also offered excellent breathability.

The physical sensation was very comfortable. After a few simple movements of his limbs, he immediately began to adjust the weight.

"It's better to start slowly and steadily. Let's try 250KG first..."

Thump!

A muffled sound, the pressure on his body increased sharply. Xianuo's body sank slightly for a moment before he effortlessly stood firm again.

He did a set of push-ups while inverted, jogged a lap around the garden, and used "Soru" several times between some wooden posts—

His landing points were still precise, but his speed was just slightly slower.

"Not enough, far from enough."

Xianuo shook his head. A 250KG load might have been challenging for him before he set sail.

But for him now, he could adapt to it quickly, and it wouldn't have much effect.

He continued to increase the weight bit by bit.

300, 350... After increasing it all the way to 500KG.

Xianuo finally felt that every movement required a lot of effort, a sluggishness as if he were walking through a thick liquid.

But it wasn't to the point where his muscles couldn't bear it.

It could be said that he had found a perfect balance point.

"I'll set it to this number for now."

Xianuo was very satisfied with the current effect.

After a while, once he completely adapted to this pressure and could treat it as nothing during training, he would start increasing the weight further.

He also opened the secret manual for "Bronze Head."

After a rough scan, he thought for a moment and decided to begin practicing it along with Tekkai.

Both were techniques for tempering the body and had compatible aspects. Practicing them together meant he didn't have to worry about them conflicting or delaying each other.

However, judging from the training methods, the two also had fundamental differences.

Although the name "Bronze Head" seemed simple, its associated "Flesh Furnace Method" was a genuine internal cultivation manual.

It leaned more towards comprehension and technique. While intensely tempering the body, one also had to continuously study and understand its profound mysteries to truly master it.

As for "Tekkai."

In comparison, it was entirely an external technique, and its training method was more direct and brutal.

As the only defensive technique among the Rokushiki, its principle was to control blood flow, concentrating it in the muscles to enhance hardness.

To achieve this, besides various daily physical training and continuously increasing muscle strength.

The most crucial part was actually impact resistance training!

In simple terms, it involved repeatedly striking the body with various hard objects to gradually improve its resistance to impact.

When the Marines and CP departments trained this, they usually worked in pairs, hitting each other with wooden sticks. When one got tired, the other would take over, and so on.

This meant that to ensure the efficiency of Tekkai training, one person couldn't do it alone; a sparring partner was necessary.

Fortunately, Xianuo wasn't short of people around him right now.

The workshop wouldn't open until next year. Currently, the refugees he brought over only had tasks in the orange groves to handle and were relatively free.

He could draw a few strong young men from inside each day to practice Tekkai with him.

He didn't like to procrastinate, and once he made a decision, he wouldn't delay.

Thus, after practicing "Bronze Head" for an entire morning, when it was time for "Tekkai" in the afternoon.

Scarred and the "Fat Mountain Bandit" he had once punched into a tree were brought to the training ground, each holding a hard wooden stick and looking nervously at Xianuo.

"Your Excellency, let me confirm, I didn't mishear, did I?"

Scarred looked at the wooden stick in his hand, swallowed, and asked, "You really want me to hit you with all my might, five hundred times?"

"Mhm, start with your back, but it's more than five hundred; that's just the first round. I'm afraid you'll get tired and won't be able to put in the effort."

Xianuo stretched his back muscles and instructed, "After five hundred hits, switch with Fat Ox. You can rest on the side, and when Fat Ox gets tired, you switch back."

Fat Ox was the "Fat Mountain Bandit's" name. He was a bit simple-minded and nodded repeatedly upon hearing this: "Okay! Got it, boss!"

"But..."

Scarred was still hesitant.

It wasn't until Xianuo glared at him that he finally dared not delay. He gripped the hard wooden stick tightly and suddenly smashed it down on Xianuo's back.

Xianuo had already taken a stable stance, centering himself and calming his mind. Following the techniques mentioned in the Tekkai manual, he accelerated blood flow to his back muscles as much as possible, awaiting the blow.

Thump. A dull sound echoed. Scarred's hands felt numb from the impact, and he immediately felt uneasy. Had he used too much force?

"Hmph?"

Xianuo turned his head, a displeased look on his face. "I told you to use all your strength, why are you holding back? Are you trying to tickle me? I don't feel anything at all!"

Scarred gritted his teeth. This time, he finally used all his strength and smashed down fiercely. Seeing that Xianuo hadn't turned around, he immediately followed up with another blow, and then another—

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Dull sounds like war drums echoed incessantly in the orange grove, but they didn't last long. After about twenty to thirty swings, the hard wooden stick suddenly snapped with a crisp crack, breaking into several pieces.

"Huh?"

Scarred held up the remaining half-stick in his hand, dumbfounded.

This was the hardest wood he could find in the entire Colbo Mountains!

And it had broken after only such a short time?

Xianuo also sighed and turned his head, looking at the scattered pieces with a headache.

His current muscle strength was indeed very high. Using wooden sticks to strike his body was hardly effective anymore.

"Throw the stick away."

Xianuo's gaze shifted to Fat Ox. "Try using your morning star."

"Huh?"

Even the simple-minded Fat Ox was stunned. Scarred couldn't help but interject, "Your Excellency, Fat Ox's morning star weighs sixty to seventy kilograms. It's a genuine combat weapon."

"It's fine, I like this weapon."

Xianuo grinned, staring at the large morning star that was almost as tall as a person. "Consider it early preparation for Thunder Bagua."

"Alright, but... should we dull the sharp parts first?"

Scarred hesitantly asked again.

Fat Ox's morning star had many spikes. If they weren't modified, one or two hits would be fine, but hundreds of strikes in a round would turn him into a sieve.

Xianuo nodded. This suggestion was reasonable.

A moment later, the spikes were modified.

Scarred and Fat Ox took turns, like blacksmiths forging weapons, continuously swinging the morning star and smashing it against Xianuo's back.

Xianuo's expression was blank, his eyes fixed straight ahead. Occasionally, he would bare his teeth in pain, but he quickly endured it.

Did it hurt? Of course, it hurt, but if he couldn't endure even this pain, how could he get stronger quickly?

His eyes held a near-mad anticipation. Yes! This is what I need!

With the boost from the statue and training clothes, he relentlessly tempered his body with high intensity. Day after day, once "Tekkai" and "Bronze Head" were both mastered, what level would his physical strength reach?