Proficiency

Myron picked up the food container and stuffed the Fortified Meat inside into his mouth.

"David, why isn't this Grade 1 Fortified Meat? The effect of this larva meat is too poor!" he complained to David while eating.

"Myron, you can bring your own Grade 1 Fortified Meat. Don't eat my share and then complain about it!" David said, annoyed.

"That's right, I'll just have my family send over some Grade 1 Fortified Meat!" Myron's eyes lit up as he said with a smile.

David shook his head. He could actually tell that Myron wanted to provide the Grade 1 Fortified Meat in a way that wouldn't make him lose face.

In fact, given David's current wealth, if he weren't afraid of exposure, buying some Grade 1 Fortified Meat for training wouldn't be a problem at all. However, since Myron offered it himself, he would just consider it the tuition fee for auditing the class.

Anyway, for a wealthy second-generation heir like Myron, this was nothing.

"David, it's your turn!" Gallen waited for the two to finish talking before smiling and calling out to David.

"Yes, Uncle Gallen!" David nodded in response.

In truth, his heart had long been burning with anticipation, eager for Gallen's guidance.

He walked to the center of the gym and stood still, beginning to exert force throughout his body as a trace of heat radiated from him.

Myron didn't feel anything, but Gallen's eyes lit up, his gaze fixed intently on David.

The Eighteen Forms of Body Technique at 99% proficiency was the absolute limit a non-Armored Warrior could reach. Anyone who could raise their body technique to the proficient level before becoming an Armored Warrior was a monster.

Gallen never expected that in a small place like Peilan City, he would see a teenager about to break through the entry-level Eighteen Forms of Body Technique, and this teenager happened to be the child of a good friend.

"Damn Hans, just how blind are you? A genius like this only has a strength of six hundred kilograms because he lacks resources. If he had the resources, he would have become an Armored Warrior long ago!" Gallen muttered to himself as he watched David begin the Eighteen Forms of Body Technique. He had only just started the first form.

The reason Gallen said this was that the Eighteen Forms of Body Technique was the foundation; every time the Eighteen Forms of Body Technique improved, it improved in tandem with one's physique.

In Gallen's view, David's current situation was caused by a lack of training resources, forcing David to practice the Eighteen Forms of Body Technique constantly, which caused the level of the technique to outpace the growth of his physique.

Most people, however, were unable to improve their Eighteen Forms of Body Technique, leading to an excess of energy in the body that prevented their physique from continuing to improve.

Just like Myron, who was a typical example; despite having abundant resources, Myron was unable to take the next step because of the Eighteen Forms of Body Technique.

David continued to practice the Eighteen Forms of Body Technique, slowly and firmly, one form after another. Each movement carried a surge of heat, a manifestation of mobilizing his body's functions to the fullest. It could be said that the consumption required for each of his forms was nearly double that of Myron's.

Because of this, David was sweating profusely, and his stamina was being depleted at an extremely rapid rate.

By the time he reached the tenth form, his movements became even slower.

Gallen's figure flashed, appearing beside David like a phantom. The speed was so fast that it was as if Myron had seen a ghost.

David's stamina could still hold out, but because he needed to ensure the coordination of his muscles and bones, he had no choice but to slow down, yet slowing down only increased the difficulty of the Eighteen Forms of Body Technique.

The eleventh, twelfth, thirteenth, and finally the fourteenth form—this was the limit David had been able to reach before. His body began to tremble slightly, and he was on the verge of failure at any moment.

Just then, Gallen placed a hand on David. When David felt his muscles and bones slipping out of control, the external force from that touch allowed him to successfully regain control of his muscle and bone coordination.

He completed the fourteenth form and instinctively continued to the fifteenth.

A strange look appeared on Gallen's face. He had thought that David's inability to support himself during the fourteenth form was his limit, but it seemed that wasn't the case, as David was still continuing with the fifteenth form.

As the fifteenth form began, David's muscles and bones once again became uncontrollable. Gallen, having been prepared, struck again. Whenever David's muscles and bones became unmanageable, he would tap the exact spot, allowing David to continue.

The sixteenth, seventeenth, and eighteenth forms. After Gallen tapped him ten times in succession, David finally succeeded in completing the final eighteenth form.

The moment David finished, steam rose from his entire body, as if he had just stepped out of a sauna.

Gallen waved his hand, and a suction force emanated from his palm, pulling the food container on the floor into his hand.

"David, eat it quickly!" He opened the container and handed it to David.

David's body felt completely hollow; he felt as if he could devour a cow right then and there.

Ignoring the portion size of the Fortified Meat, he shoved the meat from the container into his mouth with great force.

Fortunately, his body possessed immense strength, and his chewing ability was equally formidable. After a few grinds of his hard teeth, the Fortified Meat was swallowed into his stomach.

Threads of heat flowed from his stomach to every part of his body, constantly replenishing his emptiness.

David felt that the Fortified Meat had never tasted so good, but soon his hand felt empty—he had eaten all the meat in the container.

"You really can eat!" Myron handed his own container, which had nine out of ten portions of Fortified Meat remaining, to David, muttering under his breath.

David was also shocked by his own appetite. He remembered there were ten portions of Fortified Meat in the container, and even with his recent increase in consumption, he usually only consumed three portions at a time.

However, he felt his body still needed more, so he didn't stand on ceremony, taking the container and continuing to eat heartily.

After two minutes, David had stuffed all the Fortified Meat into his stomach. Only then did he feel a sense of satisfaction, as a massive amount of heat surged continuously from his stomach to every part of his body, leaving him feeling completely refreshed.

"David, take a rest, then practice the Eighteen Forms of Body Technique for me to see again!" Gallen's eyes grew even more curious as he continued to demand.

"Uncle Gallen, with David like this, shouldn't we wait until the Grade 1 Fortified Meat arrives before continuing?" Myron suggested, looking at the two empty containers.

"It's fine. David's body technique has broken through, which has triggered an improvement in his physique!" Gallen waved his hand and said.

With nineteen portions of Fortified Meat in his stomach and some time for digestion, the weakness in David's body had long since vanished, replaced by a body brimming with power. He felt an urge to explode with energy.

So, when Gallen asked him to practice the Eighteen Forms of Body Technique again, he didn't even need to rest; he stood up directly and began to practice.

This time, David felt a clear difference. From the very first form of the Eighteen Forms of Body Technique, he felt a sense of ease and fluidity. If he had previously needed to deliberately control his muscles and bones to coordinate with the technique, now his muscles and bones were actively driving the execution of the Eighteen Forms of Body Technique.

Beside him, Myron's eyes were wide open. He hadn't quite understood the previous set of techniques, but after watching David's current performance, he understood exactly what this meant.

There is a massive chasm between the entry level and the proficiency level of the Eighteen Forms of Body Technique, a chasm that represents the difference between an Armored Warrior and an ordinary person; only by reaching a strength of one thousand kilograms and practicing with a physique three times that of a normal person can one reach the proficiency level of body technique.

Thinking about how he had just shown off his advanced entry-level body technique to David earlier, Myron's face burned with embarrassment.

Gallen watched David practice form after form, his mind dwelling on the gift he had previously offered David; the so-called promise of getting him admitted into Na'an University now seemed like a joke.

Being able to reach the proficiency level of body technique while still in the pre-Armored Warrior stage meant that even if he were lacking in other areas, Na'an University would admit him as an exception.

This was the basic courtesy extended to geniuses; it wasn't just Na'an University—if any other university learned of David's current situation, they would also do everything in their power to recruit him.

David finished practicing the Eighteen Forms of Body Technique, and the nineteen portions of Fortified Meat he had consumed no longer surged with heat; he felt stronger than he had ever been, and if it weren't for the presence of Gallen and Myron, he would have wanted to summon his Shadow Servant immediately to open his attribute panel.