The Body Sect's Secret Technique

As Li Ang spoke, he dropped to his knees and kowtowed three times.

This was an ancient apprenticeship ritual. Seeing how readily Li Ang followed the proper etiquette, Mu Ye silently nodded.

He flipped his hand, and a small booklet appeared. It looked brand-new, likely a copied edition.

Mu Ye glanced over the booklet, then handed it directly to Li Ang.

"Hold on to this. I'll teach you the first method for now. This secret technique can be divided into several parts."

"The first part is the Hidden Style. You need to keep contracting your muscles, suppressing your body's strength to its absolute limit. You could also call it a seal."

As Mu Ye spoke, he raised his hand.

The muscles in his arm began to contract, and then a tremendous force erupted on top of his original strength, making it even more powerful.

"This is the main purpose of Concealment: to compress your muscles and continually increase their strength. While weakening your power, it also gives you a reserve to draw on."

"In this state, if you run into a powerful enemy and suddenly unleash your strength, the terrifying force you bring to bear could far exceed what anyone expects."

As he spoke, Mu Ye raised his hand again.

The terrifying power in his body began to slowly fade. Seeing this, Li Ang's eyes lit up.

He already had nearly a ton of strength. Practicing the Hidden Style wouldn't affect his daily life at all; instead, when he unleashed it, he would produce even more power than a ton.

It was like nurturing sword intent. He was treating his own body as a treasure, cultivating it so that it could release greater power at a critical moment.

It suited him perfectly. After all, he'd read plenty of novels before transmigrating, so he understood this sort of method very well.

Seeing Li Ang nod decisively and grasp the meaning of the Hidden Style so easily, Mu Ye's eyes brightened a little.

After all, most people who joined the Body Sect weren't particularly bright—or, to put it another way, they were brawny men who only knew how to train their muscles.

If you tried explaining this to them, many wouldn't understand. Seeing how perceptive Li Ang was, Mu Ye nodded.

"First, get this step down here. Once you've concealed your muscles, your strength will probably drop to around three or four hundred kilograms."

"Of course, this won't interfere with your regular muscle training. Once those muscles grow stronger, you can gradually increase the amount of weight you carry. In this way, you'll give your muscles their first complete tempering."

After finishing, Mu Ye looked toward Uncle Zhang with a helpless expression.

Uncle Zhang knew these secret techniques. As a senior brother of his generation in the Body Sect, he naturally knew them all.

He hadn't come into contact with some of the core teachings, but he was familiar with the first few stages.

The reason he hadn't been able to pass them on before was that the Body Sect forbade anyone from teaching these things without permission. But now that Mu Ye had approved it, Uncle Zhang could teach them to Li Ang as well.

"Mm, all right, Little Mu, you can head back. If anything comes up, I'll contact you. Leave the boy to me."

"I won't let his talent go to waste, either. And if you can, please see if you can scrape together some of those special pills."

Uncle Zhang sounded a little helpless. Many of the Body Sect's secret training methods required special pills.

These pills reinforced the body's foundation and made it stronger.

But the Body Sect's finances were right there for all to see. It was obvious they couldn't make any.

Li Ang, however, didn't care about that at all.

Every day, he was being nurtured and nourished by the power of the entire Douluo Continent.

It was no different from absorbing a hundred-thousand-year spirit herb every day—in fact, it was like absorbing a dozen or more hundred-thousand-year spirit herbs combined.

In that case, the last thing his body lacked was all kinds of vital essence.

"All right, Senior Brother, don't worry. I'll figure out how to get some pills. You two can head back for now. Once you're back, teach the boy how to use his moves properly."

"Especially make sure he learns how to control his muscular strength, so that every muscle in his body gets a thorough workout."

After speaking, Mu Ye gave Li Ang a complicated look.

This kid had the most astonishing talent Mu Ye had ever seen in his life: one ton of strength at the age of six.

Once he grew up, he would be terrifyingly powerful. Yet the boy had already joined the Spirit Pagoda.

But just as his senior brother had said, without the Spirit Pagoda's protection, once the boy reached a certain level, neither the Holy Spirit Cult nor the neutral organizations would leave him alone, given the talent he'd displayed.

And by then, no matter how powerful the Body Sect was, they wouldn't be able to protect the boy.

As Mu Ye reassured himself, he moved—and vanished from the hotel.

The two of them returned to the Spirit Pagoda.

In the training room, Li Ang followed Mu Ye's instructions, tempering his muscles—or, more accurately, practicing Concealment.

As he gathered his strength, Li Ang could feel his terrifying power gradually fading.

But the moment it faded even a little, the next second the power carried by Douluo Planet and the power infused by the Geo Archon Rex Lapis Template surged in, and his muscles began swelling even more.

Feeling the power inside him continually nourish and contract, Li Ang slowly closed his eyes.

He trained all night, only returning from the training room the next morning.

Uncle Zhang was still amazed that Li Ang could train for an entire night.

Most people could barely manage about an hour of training before they started to feel miserable. But this method involved concealing your own muscles, sinking them into your bones and deep into the muscle tissue, making them break down and regenerate over and over.

It was incredibly painful.

Most people couldn't bear that kind of pain, yet Li Ang's expression hadn't changed in the slightest.

The muscles he had just concealed—or, rather, the muscles that had just begun fusing with his bones and continually increasing in density—brought with them excruciating pain.

But Li Ang seemed not to feel the unbearable agony at all. He ate as usual, then slung his schoolbag over his shoulder and headed to school as usual.

Standing in the training room and watching Li Ang leave, Uncle Zhang found himself swallowing hard—a rare reaction from him.

That kind of pain was like someone tearing off a piece of your muscle every second, crushing your blood vessels, letting them grow back, then crushing them again.

No ordinary person could endure that kind of pain.

So the more expressionless and calm the boy looked, the more astonished Uncle Zhang became, his eyes filled with complicated emotions.

"Could this kid really be a monster? Or can he just ignore pain?"

"Back then, I could barely last half an hour before the pain nearly killed me. How did this kid manage to go all night and still look so full of energy?"