From the moment he entered the Body Tempering training ground.
Then he picked up the five-hundred-jin Iron Sand Bag and began tempering his body.
After twenty-five strikes in total, he had reached Minor Success.
Not even half an incense stick's time had passed!
In just a few breaths, he had trained Iron Shirt to Minor Success. If word got out, it would surely cause a wave of shock.
A satisfied smile appeared on Lin Feng's face.
Then, with a thought, he checked the description of his Copper Skin talent.
Copper Skin: Skin as resilient as copper.
The brief description captured exactly what Iron Shirt granted at Minor Success.
Lin Feng's gaze suddenly settled on the Weapon Rack in the training ground.
He wanted to test Copper Skin's defensive ability.
Lin Feng walked up to the Weapon Rack, casually picked up a broad saber, and forcefully slashed at his own arm.
Clang!
The saber scraped across Lin Feng's arm, sending a string of sparks flying. A faint blade mark appeared on his skin.
His skin now had Copper Skin's defensive ability!
Even an ordinary First-Order Demon would find it difficult to hurt him in close combat.
"This is only Copper Skin!"
Lin Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, a yearning light in them.
Copper Skin was only Iron Shirt's Minor Success stage.
Iron Shirt's Great Success, on the other hand, was the Iron Bone Realm!
His bones would become as hard as steel.
Once he had Copper Skin and Iron Bones, even a Body Tempering Ninth Layer cultivator wielding a blade and striking with all his might would struggle to wound him.
"Keep training!"
Lin Feng's expression was resolute.
To continue training Iron Shirt, he needed a Wolf Tooth Club and a Meteor Hammer.
He would use those two weapons to pound his body with all his strength.
Lin Feng walked over to the Weapon Rack and picked up the Meteor Hammer.
With a clatter, its chain dropped to the ground.
Lin Feng narrowed his eyes and hefted it slightly. The Meteor Hammer's head was about as large as his own head.
But it was even heavier than the Iron Sand Bag!
It must have weighed at least six hundred jin.
The Meteor Hammer seemed to be made of Mysterious Iron. It was quite unusual.
Gripping the chain and applying a little force, he swung the enormous Meteor Hammer into motion.
Thud! It slammed into Lin Feng's chest.
This time, Lin Feng's skin barely felt any pain.
Only his internal organs ached from the impact.
Lin Feng stared fixedly at the Status Panel before him.
He saw that his Iron Shirt proficiency had increased by five points!
"Striking my body with the Meteor Hammer gives me five proficiency points?"
"Then I only need five hundred strikes to level up!"
A feverish look appeared on Lin Feng's face.
The next level would be Iron Shirt at Great Success—the Iron Bone Realm!
Just how terrifying would that be for Lin Feng's defense?
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The sound of him pounding his own body echoed through the training ground.
Time passed slowly.
Several hours went by.
Lin Feng stopped pounding his body, his eyes shining brightly.
"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 Bones.
After two hundred more strikes, Iron Shirt leveled up once again.
It reached lv3, equivalent to Great Success, and Lin Feng successfully gained Iron Bones!
Lin Feng's eyes gleamed.
He had learned from the One-armed Elder just how difficult Iron Shirt was to cultivate.
The One-armed Elder's strength was unfathomable; he was even stronger than Captain Chen.
The fact that even he had said so spoke volumes.
Yet it had taken Lin Feng only a few hours to cultivate Iron Shirt to Great Success, the Iron Bone Realm.
He clenched his fist slightly and felt that his bones were as hard as steel.
His gaze shifted to the Black Iron Wall nearby.
Lin Feng calmly walked over, took aim, and suddenly punched it.
Boom!
The air gave a faint boom.
Then, with a thud, his fist landed squarely on the Black Iron Wall.
The wall was an inch thick and extremely sturdy.
Yet Lin Feng's fist left a faint mark on it.
Most importantly—
Ordinary Body Tempering Martial Artists couldn't punch the Black Iron Wall with all their strength and bare hands.
The wall was as hard as iron. No matter how much an ordinary Body Tempering Realm cultivator trained, the human body had its limits.
Only after reaching Houtian and gaining the protection of True Qi would things be different.
Lin Feng felt no pain at all after punching it.
"It's a shame my strength is too low," Lin Feng thought.
If he were strong enough, even punching straight through a demon's body with his bare hands would be no trouble.
Then Lin Feng continued training.
The Demon Suppression Division's assessment was coming soon.
He had to increase his strength as quickly as possible.
When the time came, he would make a stunning impression at the assessment.
Lin Feng wasn't aiming to become a Squad Leader.
With his current strength, he could easily qualify for the position.
This time, he had to become a Squad Leader!
But countless people were competing for the position.
Many Squad Leaders at Body Tempering Ninth Layer had prepared for this assessment for a long time.
Lin Feng still didn't know what formidable methods they might have.
To ensure he could become a Squad Leader, he had to grow stronger.
The manuals described only Minor Success and Great Success for Iron Shirt.
But Lin Feng had a Status Panel, so he could keep improving.
What changes would Iron Shirt undergo at lv4?
Lin Feng trained alone in the training ground.
At the entrance to the Scripture Pavilion.
The One-armed Elder, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.
In that instant, the passing Demon Suppression Guards felt their hearts shiver, as if a dangerous creature had awakened.
The One-armed Elder furrowed his brows and looked toward the right side of the Scripture Pavilion, muttering:
"That's strange!"
"That boy's been in there for at least two hours. He should have given up by now. Why haven't I seen him come out?"
"Could something have happened to him?"
The One-armed Elder's heart jolted as a thought flashed through his mind.
With Lin Feng's frail build, one careless mistake while training Iron Shirt could cost him his life.
Could he already be dead in the training ground?
With that thought, the One-armed Elder sprang to his feet.
The moment he took a step, he shot forward like a gale.
In an instant, he arrived at the Iron Shirt training ground.
There, Lin Feng had already taken off his upper garment, revealing his well-built muscles.
He held a Meteor Hammer in his left hand and a Wolf Tooth Club in his right, pounding his body from both sides.
His blows were so forceful, it was as though he meant to beat himself to death.
The One-armed Elder stared, momentarily stunned.
The boy was still alive.
But why was he already using a Wolf Tooth Club and a Meteor Hammer to train?
Those were only supposed to be used after reaching Minor Success in Iron Shirt!
Pounding his body recklessly could get him killed!
The One-armed Elder shouted, "Lin Feng, what are you doing?"
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