Li Xiuwen silently recited the incantation and activated Binding Armor Skill.
Surging qi and blood poured through his meridians into his skin membrane, forging black-gold blood-qi profound markings that wove across his body like ancient rattan armor, wondrous beyond belief.
He picked up a small hammer and struck himself hard. His skin membrane sank inward, then sprang taut, bouncing the hammer away.
He took out the Butterfly Knife and gradually increased the pressure. It felt like trying to cut pigskin with a dull knife that had not been sharpened in ages. It took considerable effort.
Li Xiuwen murmured, "If I face another assassination attempt like last time, even a full-force blow with brass knuckles will only leave a shallow flesh wound. Below the second gate, I can pretty much do as I please. As for second-gate experts, I haven't fought one in reality yet, but with Binding Armor Skill's absurd defense, I should be able to withstand a full-force strike from a martial artist who has just entered the second gate."
But he could not afford to be careless. Hard Qigong generally had a vital point.
If someone with malicious intentions discovered it and targeted that spot, his defense would be greatly diminished.
After testing Binding Armor Skill at minor mastery, Li Xiuwen felt considerably safer.
After tanning, he went to the Martial Arts Hall.
At dusk, strong winds swept through Fragrant Sea.
Seen through the gaps between buildings, leaden clouds piled across the heavens, as though the Dragon King had flown into a rage and was about to unleash thunderous punishment.
At Chen's Rice Noodle Factory, Aunt-in-law and Uncle-in-law shut the doors and windows.
Aunt-in-law said, "I heard that if A Wen gets into the Learning Society and does well there, he can live in their family housing.