Forging the Body! A Thousand Jin Iron Hammer Smashes Down! Comprehending Passive Skill: Endless!

Fatty Wang opened his mouth in shock, seeing that his expression was not a joke.

"Brother Xiao, are you really going to try it?"

"Try it!"

Ye Xiao's tone was firm.

He also wanted to test exactly what level of pressure his current Extreme Martial Body in the Tendon-Forging Realm could withstand.

Fatty Wang walked over to the control panel by the wall and adjusted the parameters.

Once Ye Xiao was ready.

He pressed the final red button.

"Hum—"

The iron hammer moved.

It was slow, like a waking beast.

It rose to its highest point, paused for a second, and then—it fell!

"Bang!"

The entire Body Tempering Pavilion shook.

The iron hammer slammed onto Ye Xiao's shoulder with a dull, heavy thud, sounding like a forge in a blacksmith's shop or a pile driver on a construction site.

Ye Xiao's body swayed.

The muscles on his shoulder were crushed inward, then sprang back.

He stood there, his feet unmoved.

[Ding! Your Extreme Martial Body has gained a trace of body-tempering power!]

The system notification rang in Ye Xiao's ears.

A look of pleasant surprise appeared on his face. "So, tempering the body is enough to keep the Extreme Martial Body evolving?"

At this moment, Fatty Wang looked at Ye Xiao with some concern.

"Fifty pounds." Fatty Wang looked at the numbers on the control panel. "Brother Xiao, how does it feel?"

"Too light," Ye Xiao said.

Fatty Wang swallowed hard and adjusted the number to one hundred pounds.

"Bang!"

Ye Xiao's shoulder sank again, then sprang back.

[Ding! Your Extreme Martial Body has gained a trace of body-tempering power!]

His body swayed, but his feet still did not move.

"Two hundred pounds."

"Bang!"

[Ding! Your Extreme Martial Body has gained a small amount of body-tempering power!]

"Five hundred pounds."

"Bang!"

[Ding! Your Extreme Martial Body has gained a small amount of body-tempering power!]

"Eight hundred pounds."

"Bang!"

[Ding! Your Extreme Martial Body has gained a moderate amount of body-tempering power!]

Ye Xiao's feet finally moved.

He took half a step back, steadied himself, and looked up at the iron hammer.

His shoulder was bright red, as if it had been scorched by fire.

"Is that enough?" Fatty Wang's voice was trembling. "Brother Xiao, don't push yourself! If something really happens to you, I'll never forgive myself!"

Ye Xiao moved his shoulder, and his bones creaked.

"Fatty, again!"

Fatty Wang looked at his back, wanting to say something, but he remained silent.

He adjusted the number to one thousand pounds.

"Bang—!"

This time, the sound was different.

It wasn't a dull impact; it was the wail of metal—the iron hammer struck Ye Xiao's shoulder, bounced off, and the entire mechanical arm shuddered.

The numbers on the console jumped once, then again, before finally stabilizing.

Ye Xiao's body buckled; his knees bent, and his waist hunched.

But he did not fall.

Gritting his teeth, he straightened up bit by bit, as if surfacing from the bottom of a lake.

[Ding! Your Extreme Martial Body has received a massive amount of body-tempering power!]

"One thousand jin." Fatty Wang's voice was loud. "Brother Xiao, that's enough! Really, that's enough!"

Ye Xiao stepped out from under the hammer. His shoulder was covered in a large red patch, but no bones were broken. Having reached his current limit, Ye Xiao would not force more weight; once the effect of body-tempering was achieved, it was time to stop.

And just at this moment.

He could feel his entire body heating up, and the flow of his blood and qi accelerating significantly!

[Congratulations on successfully comprehending the passive skill: Endless!]

Ye Xiao's eyes lit up. "The tempering of my body just now actually helped me forge a passive skill?"

This was an unexpected joy for Ye Xiao!

[Endless (Passive): When you sustain damage, your recovery speed is accelerated!]

"So, this is the benefit brought by the power of body-tempering?"

Ye Xiao felt a warmth within his body as his blood and qi circulation accelerated.

He moved his shoulder.

One could see the bright red patch on his shoulder recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The sensations of muscle soreness and bone pain were also fading rapidly.

The passive effect of "Endless" could be described as quite remarkable!

Ye Xiao suddenly became full of interest in the body-tempering program!

While practicing his punches, he would also have to balance it with body-tempering.

Just then, Ye Xiao looked toward the depths of the training hall.

"What is that?" He pointed at a massive machine.

Fatty Wang looked in the direction of his finger.

It was a roller-shaped machine, three meters in diameter, lying horizontally on the ground, its inner walls covered in protruding metal bumps.

"That is the [Flesh Grinding Mill]," Fatty Wang said.

"It's for training full-body impact resistance. You go inside, the machine starts to rotate, and those protruding bumps will roll over your body from every angle."

"The faster it spins, the harder it grinds. At maximum speed, it's equivalent to being swarmed and beaten by hundreds of people at once."

"Has anyone used it?" Ye Xiao asked curiously.

"Yes. A sophomore from our school, from the Genius Class. He only lasted three rotations before fainting and vomiting for two days."

Ye Xiao walked over and patted the cold metal shell.

The protrusions on the inner wall were like countless fists, waiting to crush anyone who entered.

He turned his head to look at another machine.

It was a giant pillar, its surface covered in grooves, extending from the floor all the way to the ceiling.

Around the pillar was a circular track with a metal arm hanging from it that could move up and down.

"That is the [Thousand-Jun Pillar]," Fatty Wang said. "It's for training finger strength, grip strength, and pulling strength. Those grooves on the pillar are where you grab. You grip the grooves, hoist yourself up, and then use the strength of your fingers to climb. If you climb to the top, you'll have the strength to lift ten thousand jin."

Ye Xiao asked curiously, "Has anyone climbed to the top?"

"Yes. When the hall was built, a dean climbed up there. No one has since." Fatty Wang's knowledge base was quite extensive.

Ye Xiao tapped his fingers against the pillar, producing a crisp metallic sound.

He walked toward the third machine.

It was a massive wall, densely packed with protruding punch targets like a honeycomb.

Each target was connected to a sensor, and a giant screen on the wall displayed numbers.

"That is the [Ten Thousand Fist Wall]," Fatty Wang said. "It's for training punch speed and power. You strike at those targets, and each one records your force and speed. One wall, ten thousand targets—light them all up, and you graduate."

"What's the highest record?"

"Two thousand seven hundred. It was set by a senior, also a student from the Genius Class."

"However, after finishing, his fists were mangled, and he couldn't hold chopsticks for half a month."

Ye Xiao looked at the wall.

The punch targets were arranged neatly, like a silent army.

He raised his fist and struck the nearest target.

"Bang!"

The screen lit up: 476 jin.

Fatty Wang glanced at the number, his expression one of shock as he sucked in a sharp breath.

"Brother Xiao, isn't this punch force of yours a bit exaggerated?"

"Just a casual punch, and you blasted out nearly 500 jin?"

Ye Xiao nodded calmly.

"It's alright, I didn't really use much strength."

And it wasn't that Ye Xiao was acting arrogant by saying this.

In fact, he truly hadn't used much strength.

Because he hadn't even reached the standard of power for a breakthrough, let alone used his punch to ascend to a higher realm.