Valuable Item Appraisal!

At noon in Z City, on the hill behind Mid-City High School, a figure was constantly moving within the woods.

After finishing his morning classes, Fang Can went straight to a secluded spot after school to continue his diligent practice of the Tiger Fiend 88 Forms.

Originally, he could only obtain one dose of Arsenic per day in the other world, but after returning, his supply became abundant; with his inventory reaching over seventy doses, he had successfully achieved Arsenic freedom.

Furthermore, with reality as his base of operations, as long as he had the money, this kind of item with little intrinsic value could be easily acquired.

For the next three days, as long as he wasn't forcibly transported, he would have enough Arsenic to use as his daily meals.

In the small grove, as Fang Can practiced his martial arts over and over, he began to ponder in his heart.

One dose of Arsenic can only sustain Genius Mode for one hour; theoretically, the remaining seventy-two doses are enough for me to run a three-day trial card.

But because my strength is increasing, the lethal dosage of Arsenic for my body has started to decrease, and the effects of Genius Mode will gradually diminish until my body develops an immunity to it.

At the same time, as my physical fitness improves, my digestive system is strengthening along with it.

The original one-hour digestion time may shorten from here on out, until one day the Arsenic melts the moment it touches my tongue; I will definitely need to find something stronger and more lethal in the future.

As his thoughts raced, Fang Can kept his movements steady, cycling through his techniques to increase his strength as much as possible, every little bit counting.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Z City, inside a small room.

A beautiful young girl in ancient attire was currently holding a sword, pointing it from a distance at a bruised and swollen modern man.

After arriving in the real world not long ago, she had been wandering around when she happened to run into this guy who intended to rob her in an alleyway; she had just finished teaching him a lesson, hoping to extract some information from him.

In the room, the man was trembling with fear, kowtowing incessantly: "Great superpowered one, please have mercy and let me go, I won't ever dare to do it again."

Looking at the man's pathetic appearance, the girl frowned slightly and interrogated him: "I didn't spare your life for you to say that, and I am not some superpowered person. Now, I want to know where this is."

"Where this is?" The man was stunned for a moment before saying: "This is my home."

"Still playing dumb, are you?" The girl flicked her arm lightly, and a sharp Sword Qi flashed by, splitting the wooden table in front of her in two.

"I am asking which country this is, who the strongest martial artist is and what realm they are in, and why are these mechanical contraptions so... novel?"

As she spoke, the girl cast her gaze toward the furnishings in the room, which were things she had never encountered before.

But a moment later, her expression turned stern as she sensed a large group of people lurking and approaching from dozens of meters away.

When did I get exposed? The girl pondered to herself.

But this was clearly not the time for thinking, because with a thunderous explosion, the tightly shut solid steel security door was blown open in an instant, and then a young man wearing a body camera on his shoulder walked in from outside.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Li Qing'an, a Prefecture Rank esper from the New Nation Dragon Group. Be sensible and..."

Before the man could finish his sentence, a terrifying pressure emanated from the girl in the next instant.

"Did I give you permission to speak?"

It was a pure sense of oppression, enough to drive an ordinary person insane in an instant.

If Fang Can were here, he could immediately judge that this pressure was similar to that of Manager Gu from before.

It was just that the girl's pressure was dozens or hundreds of times more terrifying in magnitude, definitely not something an ordinary person's mental willpower could resist.

Almost in an instant, all the guards who had been sneaking in lost consciousness under the pressure of the terrifying aura.

As for the guy who called himself a Prefecture Rank esper, he fared slightly better, though his knees went weak instinctively and he knelt on the ground, his eyes glazed over.

In just a single encounter, everyone at the scene had collapsed in an instant.

On the body camera, the backend was recording the operation in real-time, and this scene immediately threw the headquarters staff into a panic.

The analysts turned nervous upon seeing this and immediately issued a report:

"Prefecture Rank ability user Flame God has lost combat capability. In addition to powerful physical fitness and a reactive force field, the target has also displayed multiple abilities including energy and mental attacks. Please dispatch support personnel as soon as possible."

Soon, the relevant information was reported up the chain, reaching the desk of Scarface at the Dragon Group headquarters in less than half a minute.

"Oh, so this is the martial arts the people from other worlds talk about? This performance... is it a Mortal Shedding Body or the Heaven Ascending Path?"

"This martial arts training is much more balanced than the superpowers that can only develop along their own respective tracks."

Scarface pondered for a moment before saying slowly: "Who are the Prefecture Rank or higher superpowered individuals stationed near Z City?"

"There is Cloud Hidden Hero, King of Bad Jobs, and Holy Separator. Oh, and Stitch Monster is there too!" the operator replied.

"Then let Stitch Monster go; it's just right for this situation. Remember, capture alive," Scarface said nonchalantly, but he was met with silence on the other end.

"What's wrong?"

The operator replied cautiously: "Just received news, King of Bad Jobs has already headed over there."

"If he wants to go, let him go. He can handle it anyway."

Cutting the line, a screen in front of Scarface lit up instantly, and the face of the old man from the Dragon Hidden Base appeared on it.

"Elder Yang, is there something?" Scarface asked, his hands folded.

"Team Leader Ji, I need you to take a look at the research report regarding the people from the other world," the old man said with a serious expression, his tone not daring to show the slightest disrespect.

The Dragon Group was the largest superpowered organization in the New Nation, and the Scarface in front of him, Ji Donglai, was the supreme leader of the entire Dragon Group, arguably one of the most powerful people in the New Nation.

Moreover, to the outside world, no one knew what Scarface's ability was, because those who had seen him use it were basically all dead.

"Oh, a report already?" A hint of surprise appeared on Ji Donglai's face.

"Yes, we used the Valuable Item Appraisal on that Mortal Shedding Body martial artist," Elder Yang explained.

The so-called Valuable Item Appraisal, short for Valuable Object Appraisal, is a special-type superpower that can only be used once a day, allowing one to directly identify the components of others.

For instance, if a vase is appraised, one can obtain its components, origin, composition, and even the maker, among other details.

The more ordinary the object, the more detailed the information obtained; conversely, the more extraordinary it is, the more abstract the results become.

As Elder Yang handed over the document, Ji Donglai calmly opened the file to browse through it.

At the beginning of the file was a picture of a long-haired man bound by thick titanium alloy chains, trapped inside a pure white sealed room.

Name: Pei Xing

Realm: Mortal Shedding Body

Flesh Alienation degree: 73.87%

Cultivation Method: Five Elements Intercalary Technique

Martial Arts: Myriad Manifestation Form-Intention Fist

Components: Flesh Meme, Humanoid Wish Machine