Iron Shirt First Layer, Copper Skin Realm!

From entering the Body Tempering Training Ground.

He then lifted the five-hundred-jin heavy Iron Sand Bag and began tempering his flesh.

After a total of twenty-five strikes, he had reached the Minor Success realm.

Not even half a stick of incense's worth of time had passed!

In just a few breaths, he had trained Iron Shirt to Minor Success—if this got out, it would surely stir a wave of shock.

A satisfied smile spread across Lin Feng's face.

Then, with a thought, he checked the description of the talent Copper Skin.

Copper Skin: Skin as tough as copper.

This brief description was exactly the ability granted by Iron Shirt's Minor Success.

Lin Feng's gaze suddenly locked onto the Weapon Rack in the Training Ground.

He wanted to test Copper Skin's defensive capability.

Lin Feng walked up to the Weapon Rack, grabbed a random broadsword, and slashed it forcefully against his own arm.

Ssshh!!

The broadsword scraped across Lin Feng's arm, producing a string of sparks, while a shallow blade mark appeared on his skin.

His skin now possessed the defensive power of Copper Skin!

Even if an ordinary First-Order Demon got close, harming him would not be an easy task.

"This is only Copper Skin!"

Lin Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, a glint of longing shining within them.

Copper Skin was merely the Minor Success stage of Iron Shirt.

And Iron Shirt's Great Success was the Iron Bone Realm!

Bones become as hard as steel.

Once he possessed Copper Skin Iron Bone, even a Body Tempering Realm ninth-layer cultivator wielding a blade with full force would struggle to injure him.

"Keep training!"

Lin Feng's expression turned resolute.

Next, training Iron Shirt would require the Wolf Tooth Club and the Meteor Hammer.

Using these two weapons, he would pound his body without reservation.

Lin Feng walked to the Weapon Rack and took the Meteor Hammer in hand.

With a clattering sound, the Meteor Hammer's chain fell to the ground.

Lin Feng's gaze sharpened as he weighed it slightly—the Meteor Hammer was about the size of his head.

But its weight was even heavier than the Iron Sand Bag!

At least six hundred jin or so.

This Meteor Hammer was likely made of Mysterious Iron, quite special.

Gripping the Meteor Hammer's chain, he applied a little force, and the massive hammer swung into motion.

With a bang, it slammed into Lin Feng's chest.

This time, his skin didn't feel much pain.

But his internal organs were jarred painfully.

Lin Feng's eyes locked onto the Status Panel before him.

He saw that Iron Shirt's proficiency had increased by 5 points!

"Using the Meteor Hammer to strike my body increases proficiency by 5 points?"

"At this rate, I only need five hundred hits to level up!"

A fervent look appeared on Lin Feng's face.

Another upgrade would mean Iron Shirt's Great Success—the Iron Bone Realm!

Once achieved, how terrifying would the boost to Lin Feng's defense be?

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of pounding his own body echoed continuously through the Training Ground.

Time slowly passed.

Several hours went by.

Lin Feng stopped his body-tempering strikes, his eyes blazing with light.

"Check my status."

With a thought, the panel appeared.

Name: Lin Feng

Cultivation: Body Tempering Fourth Level

Skills: Archery lv3 (120/10000), Iron Shirt lv3 (0/10000)

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

After pounding his flesh two hundred more times, Iron Shirt leveled up once again.

It reached lv3, equivalent to the Great Success stage, and Lin Feng successfully obtained Iron Bone!

Lin Feng's eyes were exceptionally bright.

He had learned from the One-armed Elder just how difficult Iron Shirt was to cultivate.

That One-armed Elder's strength was unfathomable, even stronger than Captain Chen.

Even he said so—that spoke volumes.

Yet, it had only taken a few hours, and he had already cultivated Iron Shirt to the Great Success stage, the Iron Bone Realm.

Clenching his fist slightly, Lin Feng felt his bones as hard as steel.

His gaze swept to the side, spotting the Black Iron Wall.

Lin Feng walked over calmly, locked onto the Black Iron Wall, and suddenly threw a punch.

Boom!

A faint crack sounded in the air.

Then, with a heavy thud, his fist landed solidly on the Black Iron Wall.

This Black Iron Wall was an inch thick and extremely sturdy.

But Lin Feng's fist left a faint mark on its surface.

The key point was this.

Ordinary Body Tempering martial artists simply couldn't strike a Black Iron Wall with full force barehanded.

Because the Black Iron Wall was incomparably hard—no matter how much a common Body Tempering Realm martial artist trained, their flesh had its limits.

Only upon reaching Houtian, with True Qi protecting the body, would things be different.

Lin Feng's punch landed, and he felt no pain at all.

"It's a pity my strength is too low," Lin Feng thought to himself.

As long as his strength was sufficient, punching through a demon's body barehanded wouldn't be difficult.

Then, Lin Feng continued training.

The Demon Suppression Division's assessment was coming soon.

He had to speed up his improvement.

When the time came, he would stun everyone in the assessment.

Lin Feng's goal wasn't Squad Leader.

With his current strength, becoming Squad Leader was more than enough.

In this assessment, Lin Feng aimed to become at least a Section Leader!

But the position of Section Leader was contested by who knew how many people.

Countless Body Tempering Ninth Layer Squad Leaders had prepared for this assessment for a long time.

What formidable techniques these people possessed, Lin Feng had yet to learn.

To ensure he could become Section Leader, he had to grow very strong.

In the scriptures, Iron Shirt only had the Minor Success and Great Success stages.

But Lin Feng had a Status Panel, so he could keep improving.

What changes would Iron Shirt at lv4 bring?

On the Training Ground, Lin Feng trained alone.

At the entrance of the Scripture Pavilion.

The One-armed Elder, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

In that instant, the Demon Suppression Guards passing by all felt their hearts tremble, as if sensing a dangerous creature awakening.

The One-armed Elder frowned slightly, looked toward the right side of the Scripture Pavilion, and muttered:

"Strange!"

"That kid went in at least two hours ago. He should have given up long ago—why is there still no sign of him?"

"Could it be... something happened to him?"

The One-armed Elder's heart jolted, and he immediately thought of something.

Lin Feng's frail frame—if he made one wrong move while training in Iron Shirt, he might not even survive it.

Could he have already died in the Training Ground?

Thinking this, the One-armed Elder shot to his feet.

The moment he took a step, his entire body blurred like Gale.

In an instant, he arrived at the Iron Shirt Training Ground.

There, Lin Feng had already stripped off his upper garments, revealing a set of muscular, sturdy shoulders.

In his left hand, he held a Meteor Hammer; in his right, a Wolf Tooth Club. He swung both weapons at his own body, hammering his flesh from both sides.

The force was immense, as if he were trying to kill himself.

The One-armed Elder's eyes went blank for a moment.

This brat actually didn't die.

But how was he already using a Wolf Tooth Club and Meteor Hammer to temper himself?

Those were only meant for training after reaching Minor Success in Iron Shirt!

Recklessly beating his own flesh like that—he'd easily get himself killed!

The One-armed Elder barked, "Lin Feng, what the hell are you doing?"