The One-armed Elder's Goodwill, Iron Shirt's First Layer!

For a martial artist, martial arts are no less important than life and limb.

Out in the world, even a First-Grade Martial Art would be fought over desperately by countless Body Tempering Realm martial artists.

But on the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion—

There are tens of thousands of First-Grade Martial Arts!

This is the benefit of joining the Demon Suppression Division: as long as you have enough Merit Points, you can exchange for any grade of martial art you want!

"You're Lin Feng, right? Your 200 Merit Points were recorded last night. Just take it and go; the points will be deducted automatically." The One-armed Elder spoke slowly.

Lin Feng nodded, then picked up Iron Shirt. He was just wondering where to train when—

The One-armed Elder spoke again.

"The Scripture Pavilion has a unified training ground for practicing martial arts."

"Iron Shirt requires striking with iron sand and tempering with weapons."

"Those things are in the third training ground on the right. Go ahead and train there yourself." The One-armed Elder pointed to a spot.

Lin Feng nodded at the words, but inwardly he was a little curious.

Logically, someone as powerful as the One-armed Elder shouldn't be saying so much to an ordinary constable like him.

The One-armed Elder had both advised him not to practice Iron Shirt and told him about the corresponding training ground.

Countless people came and went through the Scripture Pavilion, yet this was the first time the One-armed Elder had spoken so much to anyone.

At the same time, Lin Feng also secretly appreciated how thoughtful the Scripture Pavilion was.

He had just been worrying about how to start training, and now everything was already provided.

Next, he only needed to keep grinding proficiency, and he would get stronger in no time!

Lin Feng followed the direction the One-armed Elder had pointed and walked off.

He wanted to start training immediately, wasting no time.

As for the One-armed Elder, he watched Lin Feng's back gradually disappear.

"An overconfident brat."

The One-armed Elder shook his head slightly.

He had also heard about the new Demon Suppression Guard killing a Second-Order Demon last night, and he knew it was Lin Feng.

That was why, when Lin Feng first came in, he deliberately took a second look.

He had thought that when Lin Feng arrived at the Scripture Pavilion, he would choose a martial art related to Archery, or perhaps a movement technique.

Unexpectedly, his first choice was a body-tempering martial art.

The One-armed Elder sank into thought.

He had seen Lin Feng's obvious reaction when he picked up Iron Shirt.

Because decades ago, when he was still an ordinary constable, in order to survive the jaws of demons, he too had chosen Iron Shirt.

Seeing Lin Feng make the same choice stirred old memories.

He still remembered how grueling it was to train Iron Shirt back then!

Pouring iron sand into a sack and repeatedly pounding his body with it—he didn't know how many days and nights he had endured.

Only then did he barely reach Minor Success!

Roughly estimating, it took at least two months or more just to reach the Minor Success stage.

"The first layer of Iron Shirt, the Copper Skin Realm, is not so easy to cultivate. It requires enduring pain that ordinary people cannot bear!"

"This kid is an archer by trade. From childhood to now, he's never had any body-tempering experience!"

"I reckon he'll give up training within an hour at most."

The One-armed Elder thought it over and shook his head.

Body-tempering martial arts were still quite precious to Body Tempering Realm martial artists.

At least a few dozen people had come to pick Iron Shirt for training.

Without exception, they all gave up after practicing for a short while.

The pain of pounding the body was truly unbearable for ordinary people.

The most critical part was that after pounding, one also needed a Medicinal Bath for support.

Many Body Tempering Realm martial artists simply didn't have the financial means!

On the other side.

Lin Feng entered the training ground for body-tempering martial arts and looked around.

He found many auxiliary training tools here, such as a sack completely filled with iron sand, heavy and solid.

There were also Wolf Tooth Clubs, Meteor Hammers, Iron Nail Beds, and so on.

He had already flipped through Iron Shirt.

Lin Feng knew that cultivation boiled down to a single core principle.

Use every means to temper the physical body!

With a thought, the status panel appeared before him.

Name: Lin Feng Realm: Body Tempering Fourth Level Skills: Archery Lv3 (120/10000), Iron Shirt Lv1 (0/100) Talents: Infallible Shot, Swift Shadow Soul Chaser, Toxin

Currently, his Iron Shirt was at Lv1. All he needed was to grind out 100 proficiency points, and he could successfully level up!

Then Lin Feng's gaze shifted to the Iron Sand Bag below.

He took a deep breath and lifted the Iron Sand Bag with one hand.

The moment he picked it up, Lin Feng's steps sank slightly.

Such a heavy bag!

This bag must weigh at least five hundred jin!

This thing was used to temper the body—you swung it left and right, pounding it against your chest and back.

But a five-hundred-jin Iron Sand Bag slamming into flesh was already unbearable for an ordinary person.

Not to mention swinging it around, which multiplied the weight. Even ordinary Body Tempering Realm martial artists couldn't withstand it!

However...

To grow stronger, Lin Feng didn't hesitate at all.

His eyes were filled with unwavering determination.

He lifted the Iron Sand Bag and immediately swung it with all his strength.

The swinging Iron Sand Bag tore through the air with a heavy whoosh.

Boom!!

The next moment, the Iron Sand Bag slammed directly into his own back.

At that instant, Lin Feng let out a muffled grunt.

His throat felt sweet, as if blood was about to cough up.

His Five Viscera and Six Bowels trembled violently, as if they were about to shatter.

Lin Feng paid it no mind. Instead, he stared fixedly at the panel, watching the changes in Iron Shirt.

The proficiency of Iron Shirt jumped from (0/100) to (2/100).

An increase of 2 proficiency points!

Lin Feng's heart thrilled.

The gain wasn't small—he only needed to temper himself fifty times to level up directly!

Thinking this, Lin Feng took another deep breath, tensing every muscle in his body.

He swung the five-hundred-jin Iron Sand Bag left and right once more.

In the Body Tempering Training Ground, Lin Feng was alone.

The space echoed with the dull thuds of the Iron Sand Bag striking flesh.

If an outsider were here, they would surely find it terrifying.

After all, this was a five-hundred-jin Iron Sand Bag.

Slamming into the body, it was equivalent to a fierce punch from the Fifth Level of Body Tempering!

And Lin Feng was only at Body Tempering Fourth Level—to others, this was practically suicide.

No one knew how long passed.

Lin Feng stared eagerly at the panel before him.

He watched as the proficiency slowly grinded up.

Closer and closer to 100.

For the last two or three hits, Lin Feng didn't rest. Instead, he swung with all his might.

The dull thuds continued to ring out. Lin Feng's face was flushed crimson, as if he might spit blood at any moment.

Suddenly, Lin Feng stopped moving.

Because his Iron Shirt proficiency had reached 100!

Name: Lin Feng Realm: Body Tempering Fourth Level Skills: Archery Lv3 (120/10000), Iron Shirt Lv2 (0/1000)

Talents: Infallible Shot, Swift Shadow Soul Chaser, Toxin, Copper Skin

Seeing this, a hint of surprise flickered across Lin Feng's brow!

Then he couldn't help grinning, thick blood spilling from his mouth.

Iron Shirt was far too brutal for someone at the Body Tempering Fourth Level to cultivate!

But the effort paid off—his Iron Shirt had already advanced.

At the same time, he had also gained a Copper Skin talent.

He had read in martial arts texts that Copper Skin was the Minor Success stage of Iron Shirt.

For ordinary people to reach Minor Success, it took at least three to four months, or as long as five to six.

Even those with exceptional talent needed at most two months to achieve Minor Success.

But how long had it taken him?