Manifested Force and One Step Away

Manifested Force and One Step Away

The moment he got home, Chen Sheng could not wait to take off his Weighted Gear.

Bang! The Weighted Gear hit the floor with a dull thud.

"Ah, that feels good!!"

Chen Sheng stretched lazily, feeling as light as air, as if he might take off flying the next second.

After moving his limbs around a little on the spot,

the familiar sense of control gradually returned to his body.

Lying on the sofa, Chen Sheng looked over the results of today's training.

As usual, he had run from the martial arts school to the gym, trained for three hours, then run back home.

Throughout that time,

Chen Sheng had not taken off his Weighted Gear even once.

As a result,

his improvement was much greater than in the previous few days.

Chen Sheng

Strength: 1.71

Agility: 1.44

Constitution: 1.93

Skill Points: 1.3

His Strength had increased by 0.1, and his Agility by 0.04. Most astonishing of all was his Constitution, which had risen by a full 0.2. It would also become Chen Sheng's first attribute to break through 2.

His Skill Points had also successfully reached 1.3. At this rate, Chen Sheng estimated that he would be able to upgrade Five Elements Fist again tomorrow.

When the time came, combining it with the San Ti Stance would further improve its effects.

After resting briefly to recover his strength, Chen Sheng went to the bathroom for a shower.

"These muscles."

"These lines."

"Who wouldn't be blown away?"

After taking off his clothes and looking at himself in the mirror, he could not help but sigh in admiration.

Beneath his skin, the outlines of his muscles had become exceptionally clear.

Between every muscle lay grooves as though they had been carved by hand.

Because his Constitution was relatively high, each muscle was perfectly proportioned, without the slightest hint of bulkiness.

Yet beneath this body lay astonishing power.

Looking at Chen Sheng now, no one would ever connect him to the skinny, skeletal figure he had once been.

After his shower, Chen Sheng took out a packet of medicinal herbs and put them in a pot to simmer.

After setting the timer, he went straight to bed.

He opened his banking app.

His remaining balance was now only around thirty-seven thousand yuan.

The martial arts school did not charge fees, but it could not possibly spend too much money on ordinary disciples.

Other than food and a little Weighted Gear, he had no other regular expenses.

Yet he still felt pressed for money.

Once he ran out of medicinal herbs, he would have to spend money to buy more.

With his current appetite, his daily food expenses were not low either.

Thirty-seven thousand yuan.

It could still last him for a while, but there would eventually come a day when it ran out.

Chen Sheng wanted to make money,

but his daily schedule was already packed to the brim.

If he really got a job, he would not have much time left to train.

"Maybe I should ask Master?"

But the instant that thought surfaced, Chen Sheng dismissed it.

Given Li Chenghu's personality, if he found out Chen Sheng did not have much money, he might find some way to support him—and in a way that would be impossible to refuse.

After thinking it over and over,

Chen Sheng still could not come up with an answer.

With waves of drowsiness washing over him, he soon slowly closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, night had already fallen.

Chen Sheng sprang out of bed.

He went to the kitchen,

cooked, ate, drank his medicine, and cleaned up.

An hour later,

after finishing the dishes, Chen Sheng gradually felt a wave of heat rising from within his body.

He could feel the blood and qi inside him accelerating in an endless surge.

The reaction was more intense than usual.

Chen Sheng knew that the Vitality Soup was taking effect.

He quickly headed outside.

Perhaps because his physical condition had improved.

Or perhaps because the weather was gradually turning colder.

The moment Chen Sheng stepped onto the balcony, white mist continuously began rising from the surface of his body.

The surging blood and qi within him, along with his rapidly beating heart, steadily raised his body temperature.

At the same time, they made him feel wave after wave of unbearable heat.

Chen Sheng immediately began practicing Five Elements Fist on the balcony.

He started slowly, gradually incorporating the San Ti Stance.

Then,

he grew faster and faster.

In the tranquil night sky, the moon gradually rose higher.

Moonlight spilled across the balcony. Chen Sheng had already entered a state of complete absorption, simply repeating Five Elements Fist again and again.

His fists sliced through the air with each strike.

The blood and qi in his body churned like a raging sea.

Wisps of white mist drifted up from his body, enveloping him like a white robe.

In that moment,

he looked like an immortal cast down into the mortal world.

Time slowly passed.

Three and a half hours later.

Only when his strength was exhausted and all the blood and qi brought by the Vitality Soup had been completely converted did Chen Sheng finally stop moving.

"Phew—"

He let out a long breath.

The warm vapor swiftly condensed into white mist in the air, shooting straight out for more than a meter.

During his training just now,

he had kept feeling that he was only the slightest bit away from producing a sound with his punches.

Because of that,

his movements had grown faster and faster, while the force in his hands steadily increased.

Yet that tiny gap remained like an uncrossable chasm, always beyond his reach.

He summoned the panel.

Chen Sheng

Strength: 1.86

Agility: 1.59

Constitution: 2.08

Skill Points: 1.75

All three attributes had increased by 0.15. His Constitution had also successfully crossed the threshold of 2.

Chen Sheng closed his eyes and carefully felt his body.

Possessing twice the Constitution of an ordinary person made him feel exceptionally good at that moment.

The strength he had already exhausted was steadily recovering with every breath.

Its recovery speed had improved noticeably compared to yesterday.

The feeling of growing stronger every day fascinated Chen Sheng.

It was just a pity. Chen Sheng opened his eyes and looked at his fists.

A trace of regret flashed through his eyes.

He still had not reached the Manifested Force level of making a sound with a punch.

According to Shi Jian, only when one's physical strength was sufficient, and one could mobilize every muscle in the body to exert force at the instant a move was unleashed,

could one make a sound with a punch.

As for the control of force required, Chen Sheng had already achieved it after upgrading Five Elements Fist.

What restricted him now

was only his physical strength.

Fortunately, it was not far away.

Over the past two days, the Manifested Force Warrior Chen Sheng had interacted with most was Shi Jian.

If Shi Jian's strength were converted into attributes, Chen Sheng estimated it would be somewhere between 2.6 and 2.7.

But Shi Jian was an Eighth-Order Manifested Force Warrior, only one step away from Hidden Force.

To step into Manifested Force, he definitely would not need such high Strength.

Based on Chen Sheng's estimate, he would only need to push his Strength past the threshold of 2.

Then he would be able to make a sound with a punch!

And now, his Strength attribute had already reached 1.86.

After thinking it over,

in the end, tempted by the prospect of becoming a Manifested Force Warrior, Chen Sheng decided that even if he had to stay up late tonight, he would raise his Strength to 2.

He sat on the balcony, planning to begin basic training immediately once his strength had recovered.

Just then, "Little Brother Chen!"

A shout suddenly rang out from downstairs.

Chen Sheng looked over at the sound.

Xu Ziwen, returning from tending the graves, stood downstairs carrying cleaning tools and waving at him.

His dust-covered face was filled with a bright smile.

Does this guy really tend graves that often? The question flashed through Chen Sheng's mind.

But he still responded politely out of habit.

"Teacher Xu, don't you get tired tending graves every day?"

Over the past few days, the two had run into each other several times, and Xu Ziwen had given him snacks that afternoon.

Chen Sheng's tone was no longer as formal as before.

"You have no idea how many Desolate Graves there are over there."

"Some have names in pairs, while countless others have none."

"Anyway, I have nothing better to do, so I might as well do a little more."

Xu Ziwen explained with a smile.

At that,

Chen Sheng could only show an expression of admiration.

He knew a little about the situation over there as well.

When he was young, he and the other children from Wutong Village had often gone exploring among the Desolate Graves.

After all these years, there were probably even more graves now.

"Take a break once in a while too. Don't wear yourself out."

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Xu Ziwen headed toward the Wooden House.

Chen Sheng also closed his eyes, preparing to focus on recovering his strength.