Grinding to Become the Martial Saint of the Mortal World.
Chapter 109

The Immense Defensive Power of Small Accomplishment in Skin Refining!

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In his own courtyard.

Jiang Ning clenched his fists, and in an instant, he felt the surging, solid strength within his body.

"So strong!"

"It feels like my strength should have surpassed twelve or thirteen hundred jin!"

Afterward, he stamped his foot again.

Rumble—

The ground beneath his feet instantly shook, dust flying up, and even the trees nearby swayed nonstop from it, rustling loudly.

"Truly strong!"

Feeling how his physique endured the backlash of that force, Jiang Ning's face filled with delight.

The next moment.

He bent down and casually picked up a grayish-white stone from the ground.

Immediately, he clenched his fist, his five fingers and palm exerting force together.

The muscles of his arm bulged like tree roots.

After one breath.

He opened his hand, only to see that the grayish-white stone in his palm had now turned into a pile of shattered rock.

As Jiang Ning opened his right palm, the broken stones in it fell one after another to the ground.

Whoosh—

He blew again at his own palm, and the white ash clinging to it was all blown away by that breath, revealing his palm, perfectly intact.

"As expected, I'm not hurt!"

Jiang Ning smiled, then said, "Let's try again for now!"

Afterward.

He took a few more steps and came before a rock weighing a full thirty to fifty jin.

His five fingers drew together, his palm closing into a fist.

"Break—"

Jiang Ning let out a soft shout.

His right hand instantly punched out, unleashing tremendous power.

His fist was swift as the wind, slamming heavily into the stone before him.

Rumble—

Along with a loud boom.

The rock before him, weighing thirty to fifty jin, instantly burst apart, shards of stone flying everywhere.

Sensing no pain in his fist, Jiang Ning

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