Demon Flesh Great Supplement: Stone Crushing Palm, Third Realm!

The thought, once it arose, could no longer be suppressed.

Eat it.

Lu Chen's heart pounded heavily in his chest, his blood flow quickening, making his mouth dry.

Reason told him this was demon flesh.

He had heard rumors that powerful martial artists would hunt demon beasts, taking their flesh, blood, and inner cores as great medicines to aid their cultivation.

But those were always processed with special techniques.

Directly consuming raw demon flesh, the violent demonic energy contained within was enough to cause an ordinary martial artist to explode and die.

However, Lu Chen had a secret.

[Talent: Heavenly Dao Rewards Diligence (One point of effort, one point of reward, ignores bottlenecks)]

Below this talent, there was another line of extremely small, almost ignored annotation.

[Body Immunity (Eliminates negative feedback)]

This trait allowed him to withstand high-intensity training without leaving hidden injuries. Perhaps... it could also allow him to withstand the violent energy within this demon flesh?

The path of martial arts was inherently about fighting for life against heaven and seizing benefits from earth.

If he were to hesitate and be timid, how could he, Lu Chen, carve out a path to survival in this chaotic world?

After only three breaths of hesitation.

A look of determination flashed in Lu Chen's eyes.

He no longer delayed. He quickly took off his outer garment, wrapped the Water Ghost's Severed Arm tightly, and then, holding his lantern, quickly left the riverbank.

He didn't return to the gang's dormitory but went to an abandoned temple in the south of the city.

This place was deserted, usually only frequented by beggars and wild dogs, making it the best hiding spot.

After confirming no one was around, Lu Chen walked into the depths of the abandoned temple and placed the severed arm on a relatively clean stone slab.

Under the faint moonlight, he drew the Mountain Splitting Saber at his waist.

As the blade neared the severed arm, a cold, vibrant power flowed along the blade, invigorating Lu Chen.

He chose not to start a fire.

Firstly, he feared the firelight would attract unnecessary trouble. Secondly, he vaguely felt that heating it might destroy the peculiar energy contained within the flesh.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Chen held his breath, raised his saber, and brought it down, precisely cutting off a palm-sized piece of flesh from the severed arm.

The meat was dark green, its muscle fibers clearly visible, emitting a nauseating mixed smell of river odor and blood.

Lu Chen's stomach churned.

He suppressed his discomfort, closed his eyes, and forcefully shoved the cold, slippery piece of demon blood and flesh into his mouth.

Without chewing, he swallowed it down with all his might.

The moment the demon flesh entered his stomach, a violent surge of heat exploded within him.

That surge of heat was overbearing and unparalleled, rushing back up his esophagus and then wildly surging into his limbs and bones, impacting every one of his meridians, every one of his organs.

"Ugh!"

Lu Chen let out a suppressed roar, curling up on the ground, his entire body trembling violently.

His skin rapidly turned crimson, veins bulging and writhing beneath the surface, as if they would burst at any moment.

His meridians felt like they were tearing apart.

His internal organs felt like they were being roasted over a fire.

A destructive force threatened to completely inflate and tear his body apart from the inside.

Just as Lu Chen's consciousness was about to be drowned by this boundless pain, he suddenly bit his tongue. The intense pain brought him back a sliver of clarity.

"Cultivate... guide the energy!"

The only thought that flashed through his mind.

With willpower beyond that of ordinary people, Lu Chen struggled to get up from the ground. In the cramped space, he assumed the stance for the Stone Crushing Palm.

His movements were distorted and stiff. With every palm strike, it was as if he had exhausted all his strength, his bones groaning under the unbearable load.

However, as he performed the palm technique, a miraculous change occurred.

The violent energy that had been rampaging and wreaking havoc within his body seemed to have found an outlet. It began to be guided and refined, bit by bit, along the energy circulation path of the Stone Crushing Palm.

The originally violent energy was being tamed.

Lu Chen held his mind steady, practicing the palm technique over and over.

The pain remained, but the feeling of his body being torn apart was diminishing. In its place was an indescribable numbness and warmth.

He could clearly feel that the bones, meridians, and skin of his palms were undergoing a transformation at an incredible speed under the scouring of this energy.

An hour later.

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Lu Chen slowly withdrew his energy, exhaling a turbid breath with a fishy-sweet scent.

He looked down at his hands, his eyes flashing with sharp light.

His palms, which were originally just covered in calluses, now faintly emanated a metallic sheen beneath the skin.

He looked at the Panel.

[Martial Art: Stone Crushing Palm (Stage 2: Proficient 80%)]

In just one hour, after eating a small piece of Demon Blood and Flesh, his proficiency had surged by 45%.

"The gamble paid off!"

Lu Chen was overjoyed.

This Demon Blood and Flesh was practically a tailor-made divine elixir for him.

[Body Immunity] allowed him to withstand the energy impact without dying, while [Heavenly Dao Rewards Diligence] enabled him to perfectly convert this energy into his own strength.

After a short rest to recover some stamina, Lu Chen cut off another piece of Demon Flesh and swallowed it.

The same heart-wrenching pain, the same frenzied energy impact.

But he already had experience and immediately began practicing his palm techniques, guiding the energy.

Thus, he fell into a frenzied cycle.

Consume, refine, consume again, refine again.

For three consecutive days, Lu Chen did not return to the gang.

He slept and rested in the abandoned temple during the day to recover his spirit, and at night, he would frantically consume Demon Flesh and cultivate the Stone Crushing Palm.

The Water Ghost's Severed Arm was shrinking at a visible rate.

And Lu Chen's aura was climbing at a terrifying pace.

Late on the third night.

When Lu Chen swallowed the last piece of Demon Blood and Flesh and completely refined its energy, a sudden change occurred!

He felt his palms jolt, and an unprecedented sense of power surged from his palms, coursing through his entire body.

Crack! Crack!

The bones in his hands emitted a series of dense cracking sounds.

He looked down and saw that his hands, under the moonlight, were now a color as black as ink.

A feeling of smooth, unimpeded power coursing through his body arose spontaneously.

He looked at the panel in the upper right corner of his vision.

[Martial Art: Stone Crushing Palm (3rd Realm, Mastery 1%)]

[Traits: Iron Hand (Beginner, palm bones harder than iron and stone), Bronze Skin (Beginner, skin and membranes tough, can resist ordinary sword and saber slashes)]

He had broken through!

The low-tier martial art, Stone Crushing Palm, had been hard-grinded by him all the way to the Third Realm, "Mastery"!

Moreover, two new traits had emerged!

[Iron Hand] added to the previous [Iron Skin], which should now be called [Bronze Skin], his defense had taken a huge leap.

Lu Chen walked to the corner of the abandoned temple, where a discarded, massive stone mill, weighing hundreds of pounds, lay.

He extended his right hand, as dark as ink, and seemingly casually placed it on the stone mill.

No sound was made.

When he lifted his hand, a dark palm print, an inch deep, was clearly left on the hard bluestone millstone!

The edges of the palm print were smooth, and the stone within had turned to powder.

Force Penetrates Body!

This was precisely the mark of the "Mastery" realm!

"Such strong power..."

Lu Chen looked at his hands, feeling the terrifying power contained within them, his heart filled with an unprecedented sense of security.

If he were to face that Red Fish Gang lieutenant again, he could probably shatter the man's internal organs from a distance with just one palm strike!

After the joy of his surging strength subsided, Lu Chen also calmed down.

Stone Crushing Palm had reached the Third Realm; the next step might be "Perfected".

But the potential of this martial art seemed to have been fully tapped. To improve faster, to become stronger, he needed to obtain higher-tier, true "graded" martial arts.

Graded martial arts were controlled by gang higher-ups or those aristocratic families; ordinary people had no chance to access them.

"It seems it's time to find a way to climb the ranks within the gang."

A sharp glint flashed in Lu Chen's eyes, and a clear goal slowly took shape in his heart.