Demonic Cultivation Methods Really Are Amazing!

"Gentlemen!"

"You can hit me, but there's one thing—whatever you do, don't hit my face."

"Because I make my living with this face!"

Jiang Wangzu lay straight down on the ground, hugged his head, and curled into a ball.

"Hahaha!"

"Brother Blade, this kid's nothing but a silver-tipped pewter spear—pretty to look at, useless in a fight!"

"And 'don't hit the face,' my ass. I'm dying here!"

"Boring. He won't even fight back. Not even as good as a woman!"

"Go easy. This kid looks all tender skin and soft flesh. Don't actually beat him to death."

"..."

If these people had really come to kill him today, then even if Jiang Wangzu was afraid of exposing his strength, he probably would have had to make a move.

But the other side only wanted to beat him up, so it didn't matter.

After all, he had the Iron Garment Skill. Getting beaten made him stronger!

He had just been thinking about what excuse he could find to let someone give him a brutal beating.

And now the opportunity had come!

"Did you bastards not eat?"

"Hit harder!"

As clubs, fists, and stinking feet landed on Jiang Wangzu's body, he silently circulated the Iron Garment Skill.

At once, wave after wave of warmth appeared, flowing through his limbs and bones, continuously tempering his sinews, bones, flesh, blood, and internal organs.

His whole body felt pleasantly numb and tingling, and his own strength was slowly increasing.

But as time passed, he felt the number of fists and clubs landing on him clearly decrease, and he couldn't help cursing out loud.

"Holy fucking shit!"

"Brothers, get him!"

When the dozen-odd ruffians of Blue Society heard this, they were instantly furious and once again went madly to work on Jiang Wangzu's body.

So after they beat Jiang Wangzu for another stretch of time, they felt the heat should be about right this time.

It was time to wrap things up and call it a day.

In the end, Jiang Wangzu's cheap, taunting voice rang out again:

"Are you scratching an itch for me?"

"It doesn't hurt!"

"Doesn't hurt one bit!"

"Did you spend all your strength on women's bellies?"

"Why are all of you so weak?"

Jiang Wangzu felt warm all over. Not only was there not the slightest pain, his physical strength was instead growing greater and greater.

If there were a progress bar in front of his eyes right now, he would definitely be able to see the proficiency of the Iron Garment Skill shooting upward!

The quick-completion method was already an invincible road, so why borrow the path of evil cultivation?

But damn it, evil cultivation was so freaking addictive!

Jie jie jie!

Jiang Wangzu laughed wildly.

The dozen-odd ruffians of Blue Society on Xinglong Street looked at one another, staring blankly.

They wondered if Chen Tai's dog-headed strategist had had his brain beaten broken by them.

"Hit him again!"

"This kid's mouth is too foul!"

"I'm going to beat him into kidney deficiency!"

"..."

The dozen-odd ruffians of Blue Society on Xinglong Street once again went to work on Jiang Wangzu's body.

Jiang Wangzu once again experienced the evil-cultivation method of practicing the Iron Garment Skill!

Just like that, whenever the beating speed of the dozen-odd ruffians of Blue Society on Xinglong Street slowed down, Jiang Wangzu's cheap voice would ring out.

Then they would desperately go to work on Jiang Wangzu's body.

After a while, they slowed down again.

And then Jiang Wangzu would unleash a mouthful of national essence at them, his words blooming like fragrant flowers.

"I can't do it anymore!"

"Brother Blade, I can't keep going!"

"I'm seriously too tired."

"I feel like this kid only knows how to run his mouth. In reality, he's probably hurting like hell."

"Yeah, yeah. Even if he were an iron man, after we beat him like this, we'd probably turn him into a sheet of iron."

"If we keep hitting him, he's probably going to die!"

"..."

After beating Jiang Wangzu for four hours, the dozen or so Blue Society ruffians from Xinglong Street spoke up one after another, panting for breath.

Although Jiang Wangzu was still spewing national essence and blooming fragrant insults, Scarface also felt they had about reached the proper heat.

The reason Jiang Wangzu could not feel pain anymore was probably that they had beaten him paralyzed, so he could not sense pain at all.

The foul breath pent up in their Xinglong Street chests could be considered vented!

"Go!"

At Scarface's order, the dozen or so Blue Society ruffians from Xinglong Street could not help letting out a breath of relief.

This was the first time they had realized that beating someone up could be this tiring.

"Why aren't you hitting me anymore?"

"Where are you?"

"Get back here, all of you!"

"You pack of eggless dog bastards!"

"If you're my brothers, then come hit me!"

"Hit me, come on, hit me!"

"Hey, hey, hey!"

"You're really leaving?"

Jiang Wangzu climbed up from the ground with an expression that said he had not had his fill yet.

Only then did he discover that his clothes had been beaten to rags.

But apart from a few faint red marks, there was nothing else on his body.

This Iron Garment Skill truly lived up to its reputation!

"What a pity. If they'd held out a little longer, my Iron Garment Skill might have reached minor achievement!"

Jiang Wangzu patted the dust off himself with great regret, then walked toward his residence.

In the blink of an eye, another three days passed.

That day, Jiang Wangzu went to Chen Liujia's residence as usual.

Han Qiao was already waiting for him in the martial practice field.

"When sparring with me, circulate the Iron Garment Skill!"

"Now, attack me!"

As usual, Jiang Wangzu struck first and exchanged blows with Han Qiao.

This time, Han Qiao began to make her moves, using a force neither too heavy nor too light to continuously slap Jiang Wangzu's body.

She was helping Jiang Wangzu temper his physique. As for Chen Liujia, he was busy preparing the things Jiang Wangzu would need for his medicinal bath.

After the two of them fought back and forth for about two hours, a warm current inside Jiang Wangzu suddenly erupted with a boom, flowing through his limbs and bones.

The muscles on his body bulged high, and a grayish-white aura circulated over the surface of his skin.

Han Qiao slapped Jiang Wangzu's chest with her palm, only to be directly repelled by that current of air.

"The Iron Garment Skill, minor achievement?"

Han Qiao looked at the changes in Jiang Wangzu's body, and for the first time, shock appeared on her indifferent face.

Jiang Wangzu had only obtained the Iron Garment Skill three days ago, yet not only had he entered the threshold of this hard body cultivation method, with her help, he had directly broken through to the minor achievement level.

Although this Iron Garment Skill had been improved by Chen Liujia, its difficulty had been lowered, and its compatibility with Jiang Wangzu was higher.

But only three days had passed. No matter how compatible it was, it should not have been enough for him to cultivate a Third-Rate Hard Body Cultivation Method to minor achievement!

Jiang Wangzu was not some peerless genius born with martial bones.

Nor was he a martial expert who could cultivate low-end manuals from a commanding height and advance a thousand li in a single day.

He was only a minor martial artist at minor achievement in Strength Training!

"The Iron Garment Skill has finally reached minor achievement!"

"Sis Qiao, thank you!"

Jiang Wangzu sensed the changes in himself and could not help nodding in satisfaction.

Now his physical strength had grown even more powerful, and his power was surging wildly.

With his current strength, he was probably already no weaker than an ordinary warrior at grand completion of Strength Training!

"To cultivate the Iron Garment Skill to minor completion in three days—how did you do it?"

Han Qiao asked, somewhat curious.

"I'm not too sure either. I just cultivated normally."

Jiang Wangzu deliberately put on a look as if he knew nothing at all.

But he really did have to thank Han Qiao.

Because Han Qiao's rhythmic striking had helped him temper his physique, and it was far more efficient than passively taking a beating.

As for the quick-completion method, he absolutely could not say a word.

"Master!"

Han Qiao called out, her voice full and strong.