Complete Potion Formula

After Wei Qian finished speaking, Yan Yi looked at Lin Ye, who gave a slight nod.

Yan Yi nodded in return, "Please, Senior Brother."

Immediately, the three of them separated, forming a triangular formation.

Without a word, the three exchanged glances and simultaneously burst into laughter.

The next second, Wei Qian lunged forward, charging toward Yan Yi with long strides.

He exerted force through his feet, lowered his center of gravity, and drove his right fist straight toward her centerline, the force of the strike whistling as it tore through the air.

There were no flashy moves; he intended to overwhelm everything with sheer punching power!

Yan Yi did not retreat; she coiled her arms in front of her and met him head-on.

But before she could take half a step, a straight kick from Lin Ye was already closing in on Wei Qian's head.

Wei Qian twisted his shoulder, braced his arms at his sides, and planted his feet to halt his momentum.

This move was the defensive application of Whale-Stopping Sea Stride, as if anchoring himself atop a whale, backed by the strength of a leviathan.

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, Wei Qian's body was sent flying sideways.

Immediately after, Yan Yi felt her vision darken as a large hand from Lin Ye headed straight for her face.

Soul Whale Fist, Sixth Form—Whale Tail Piercing Thrust!

Yan Yi's pupils constricted.

In the blink of an eye, she rapidly stepped into a lunge, her body dropping by a foot.

She was just about to deliver an Iron Mountain Lean.

"Slap!"

The hand heading for her face suddenly changed trajectory, grabbing her shoulder instead. Yan Yi tilted her head back slightly, and two rows of white teeth appeared in her field of vision.

Lin Ye grinned, his hand erupting with force.

Yan Yi felt her shoulder go numb, and the power for her Iron Mountain Lean was scattered before it could even form.

Then, a massive force surged from that hand, and her perspective shifted upward; she was plucked from the ground as if she were a radish.

"Haha!"

Lin Ye laughed out loud, swinging Yan Yi's body toward Wei Qian.

By this time, Wei Qian had already dissipated the force of that kick and adjusted his stance.

He pushed off the ground, his entire body leaning diagonally as he charged in, hoping to eliminate Yan Yi first.

In an instant, she was caught in a pincer attack.

Yan Yi's eyes sharpened. She twisted her body in mid-air, a supple force erupting from her shoulder that allowed her to break free from Lin Ye's grip.

She spun her legs, locking them around Lin Ye's armpit and neck to throw him to the ground, while simultaneously extending her right leg in a Battle Axe Chop toward Wei Qian.

"Well done!"

Wei Qian exclaimed, refusing to give an inch.

He bent his knees slightly and then suddenly exploded upward, meeting the strike head-on. His rubber soles screeched against the floor, emitting a sharp, piercing sound.

Just as both of them reached their peak state.

In the next instant, Lin Ye suddenly reached out his left arm to brace against the floor, using only the strength of one arm to withstand Yan Yi's neck-locking throw.

His other arm, which had been trapped by Yan Yi's legs, swung out violently, hoisting her entire body into the air and increasing the power of her Battle Axe Chop tenfold.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

After two dull thuds, Wei Qian was slammed to the ground by the Battle Axe Chop, and Yan Yi also stumbled and fell to the floor.

Lin Ye stood where he was, his posture upright, as he tightened the wraps on his hands.

He tied a knot and tapped his two fists together heavily.

"This is boring. Come on, let's go head-to-head."

Over half an hour later, Wei Qian sat cross-legged on the floor, gasping for air. Endurance was not his strong suit, and he was significantly behind the other two.

Besides, Lin Ye's strength was too savage; he had actually used Yan Yi as a weapon! It was simply inhumane!

She was a young woman, and he was using her like a piece of equipment?

Yan Yi leaned against the squat rack, her hands trembling uncontrollably.

Her absolute strength was far inferior to Lin Ye and Wei Qian's. Having held out until now, she had reached her limit.

On the other side, Lin Ye stood on the mat.

His upper body was bare, steaming with white vapor, his muscle lines smooth and lean. He slowly unwound his hand wraps, exhaling hot air.

The three of them fighting individually was, in reality, even more exhausting than a simple two-on-one.

Because it was impossible to judge who the next move would land on, one had to remain constantly vigilant and on guard.

Donning his training gear, he looked at the two of them, "I'm heading back first; I have things to attend to this afternoon."

"Take care, Brother Lin. I won't see you out."

"Goodbye, Senior Brother."

Arriving on the first floor, it was already nearing noon, and most of the students had left to grab lunch.

"Yo, heading out?"

Lei Long was sprawled across the guidance desk, waving a hand in greeting out of sheer boredom.

Now that the boss was gone and he didn't have to teach anyone, he had suddenly returned to those boring days from before, and he really wasn't used to it.

Lin Ye nodded, "No more training for today."

Just as he was about to leave, his gaze fell upon the punch force tester in the corner.

"Come to think of it, I haven't tested in a few days."

Watching Lin Ye walk toward the punch force tester, Lei Long wore a look of curiosity.

During this period of special training, the three of them had been testing their punch force and other data in the head coach's office, so he wasn't sure what his exact numbers were now.

Walking up to it, Lin Ye raised his hand and patted the punch pad.

His sensation of Qi had now reached his palms, leaving only his ten fingers left; he wondered how much punch force he could unleash.

Stepping back half a pace, the sensation of Qi instantly flooded his entire right arm.

"Bang!"

"270kg."

"Bang!"

"270kg."

"Bang!"

"270kg."

Three consecutive punches were thrown, all a stable 270kg.

Flexing his fingers and relaxing his grip, a smile appeared on Lin Ye's face.

270kg—many veteran students who had been immersed in the second level for ten years couldn't even reach this level of punch force.

This level was already the limit for most ordinary people under conventional training.

At the guidance desk, Lei Long's pupils trembled slightly.

Aside from those who already possessed this strength and later switched to the Soul Whale Fist, he had never seen anyone reach this level of force before the second level of the Soul Whale Fist.

Among the people he had seen with his own eyes, only the second senior brother of the main gym had reached this level purely through the Soul Whale Fist.

That second senior brother had extremely high aptitude in terms of physical body; it was said that when he was at the third level, he had once punched out data exceeding six hundred kilograms!

Terrifying!

On the other side, Yan Yi, who was just walking down from the second floor, also showed astonishment upon seeing the punch force data.

After completing the Python-Forming Qi Refining at the second level and the resulting feeling of fullness, one's physical fitness would undergo an all-around, small-scale increase.

Therefore, in reality, before reaching the third level, many people's punch force levels could not reach three hundred kilograms.

Most were around two hundred and eighty kilograms, with very few exceeding that limit.

Yet Senior Brother Lin was already approaching this figure before even completing the second level!

Most importantly, she had watched Senior Brother Lin walk this path step by step with her own eyes and knew very well that he had no foundation in other fist techniques or modern combat.

If that were the case... it was very likely that the moment Senior Brother Lin stepped into the second level, his punch force would reach three hundred kilograms!

Comparable to an expert who had just entered the third level!

Perhaps, after Senior Brother Lin completed the Python-Forming Qi Refining, his punch force might even exceed four hundred kilograms!

This was almost the limit of punch force for many third-level experts, but for Senior Brother Lin, it was only the starting point!

In a trance, she felt as if she were looking up at a towering mountain.

"Tap, tap, tap."

Wei Qian, who had locked the door and come down, was swinging his keys and humming an unknown tune; he looked puzzled when he saw Yan Yi standing motionless on the steps.

"You haven't left yet?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he saw Yan Yi's astonished gaze fixed ahead.

Following her line of sight, the first thing he saw was Lin Ye, and the second was that bright red number—270kg.

???...!!!

His eyes widened into saucers, filled with disbelief.

After two weeks of special training, his own punch force had finally broken through 220kg to reach the 240kg level.

This was only possible because he already possessed a solid foundation; once he mastered the sensation of Qi, he could unleash even more of his physical strength.

However, his upper limit was essentially reached here; it was nearly impossible to break through 260kg before training to the second level.

Furthermore, even if he reached the second level, as long as he had not completed the final Python-Forming Qi Refining, his punching power would almost certainly never exceed 290kg.

But Lin Ye... was that guy even human?

So, he had actually been holding back just now, right?

He recalled their recent sparring session; if Lin Ye had used his full strength, he could have simply crushed him with sheer momentum and defeated him in a landslide.

30kg—that was a difference of one-eighth of his total power!

Coupled with the gap in their actual technique, this was nothing short of an overwhelming advantage!

As the saying goes, even an inch of difference in martial arts is an insurmountable gap, let alone something far greater than an inch.

"Are you all done? Then you guys carry on, I'm heading back."

After saying this, Lin Ye picked up his backpack, crossed the lobby, and walked out of the gym.

After he left, Yan Yi walked silently into room 007, and Wei Qian handed the head coach's office key to Lei Long.

He then looked at Lei Long, "Brother Lei, how about it? Shall we spar?"

Lei Long looked at him in surprise, while the whistling sound of a boiling kettle erupted behind them, the lid clattering against the body of the pot with a "clack-clack" sound.

He suddenly grinned, "Sure."

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In the afternoon, Lin Ye sat in front of his computer desk, gently massaging his temples, a piece of paper resting on the desk before him.

[Type I Potion—Heart of Dark Night Boiling]

Formula Ingredients: 30g White Tin Powder, one Black Bamboo Lotus, one Golden-Thread Night Bat heart, 113 strands of Gold-Transmuted Mane at least 7cm in length, 300g blood.

Potion Effects:

1. Slightly increases the user's strength and mental power.

2. Grants the blessing of the Night Demon, providing weak night vision.

Preparation Method:

1. Roast the Gold-Transmuted Mane of the Golden-Thread Night Bat until dry, grind into powder, and mix with the White Tin Powder. Use the mixed powder to draw the "Night Demon" rune, then ignite it and collect the ashes for later use.

2. Squeeze the juice from the Black Bamboo Lotus and mix it into the Golden-Thread Night Bat blood; the mixture will turn a purplish-green color.

3. Find a damp cave with a flowing stream. After the sun sets, pour the "Night Demon Rune Ashes" into the Golden-Thread Night Bat blood; the blood will change from purplish-green to purplish-gray.

4. Place the Golden-Thread Night Bat heart into the purplish-gray blood and seal it to sit.

If, by the early hours of the morning, the Golden-Thread Night Bat blood becomes clear and translucent, and the heart turns from dark red to deep purple, the preparation is successful.