Just as Lu Hao broke through, Fang Ping also reached a critical moment.
Since he had not reconstructed his meridians, Fang Ping began tempering his cells with Vital Blood. He could convert wealth points into Vital Blood, so he had no shortage of it.
But during the tempering process, he discovered a problem: even the altered cells struggled to withstand the strength of his Golden Bones. Hardening his resolve, Fang Ping shattered his newly regenerated flesh once again.
"Fang Ping!"
Outside, Wu Kuishan shouted. Regenerating that layer of flesh had already consumed a considerable amount of life essence and indestructible matter.
"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing."
A moment later, flesh regenerated over Fang Ping's skeleton again. This time, instead of tempering it with Vital Blood, he used the power of heaven and earth directly.
The body he had tempered with Vital Blood earlier had still not been strong enough. It could barely hold together, and might shatter the moment he fought.
So Fang Ping used the power of heaven and earth directly. If his flesh was to withstand his Golden Bones, it had to withstand the power of heaven and earth.
Fang Ping had no idea how deeply his actions had shocked the Rank Eight martial artists outside.
Outside, a foreign Rank Eight could not help asking Wu Kuishan, "President Wu, is this prodigy of your university really fifth rank, or is he Rank Eight?"
Unlimited Vital Blood, fully developed Golden Bones, and now even the power of heaven and earth—how was he any different from a Rank Eight?
Another Rank Eight beside him smiled wryly. "He really is fifth rank. His internal organs haven't undergone Golden Body transformation yet, and energy is still leaking out.
"His Three-Focus Gate hasn't closed, and his mental power hasn't manifested. It's