New Mission-Check-In

Just as Su Wuming was taking malicious delight in Lin Pangpang's misfortune, the system prompt suddenly rang out in his mind:

[Mission: 30-Day Check-In Challenge to Push Your Limits.]

[1: Strike the wooden post with full-force punches 1,000 times. Today's progress: 0/1000.]

[2: Strike the wooden post with full-force kicks 1,000 times. Today's progress: 0/1000.]

[3: 1,000 push-ups. Today's progress: 0/1000.]

[4: 1,000 sit-ups. Today's progress: 0/1000.]

[Completed check-in days: 0/30.]

[Notes:]

[1: If you fail midway, your check-in progress will be reset.]

[2: You may not use food to restore stamina during the check-in period.]

[3: You must complete the check-ins in order. Reversing the order will be considered invalid.]

[Reward: System Coins +150.]

Su Wuming, who had been sympathizing with Lin Pangpang just a second ago, could not help but laugh bitterly inside when he saw this string of missions.

Hehe... turns out I was the clown all along...

The latter two check-in tasks were manageable, but the difficult part was that he had to start with the first one—striking the wooden post with full force—and complete them continuously in the order of 1, 2, 3, and 4.

He would probably be exhausted after just the first two. After all, the key words in the mission were "full force."

And he could not use food to recover his stamina during the process.

This series of missions reminded him of the prerequisites for opening the Eight Gates.

First, one needed not only powerful chakra and a specific training method.

One also needed an iron will and the ability to constantly challenge the body's limits.

Chakra was the term used in anime. Here, the system had changed it to Armament Haki converted from spiritual power gained through cultivation.

The system's missions would never be pointless. These tasks were meant to make his body surpass its limits again and again, until it met the conditions for opening the Opening Gate.

Based on his previous experience, the power and duration of the Rubber Gear One skill he had unlocked were likewise determined by the limits his own body could reach.

The boosts brought by increasing his cultivation would eventually hit a limit, and cultivation mainly increased his reserves of Armament Haki.

Besides, he felt that Armament Haki could also increase in attack power through tempering. Otherwise, where would Iron Fist Garp's title have come from?

In that case, the Eight Gates had to be the same. It was not something he could use perfectly just by gathering enough System Coins to unlock it.

After all, this was taijutsu!

The Opening Gate removed the brain's limitations, allowing one to unleash one hundred percent of one's abilities. It also overtaxed the body's energy to increase attack speed.

All of that required specialized training. Simply possessing a Rubber Constitution did not mean he could use it however he pleased.

It was like being given a piece of divine iron. If you did not polish and forge it into a divine weapon, it would ultimately be no different from scrap metal.

Now, time was tight and the task was demanding. The training method the system had tailored specifically for him could not be wrong.

Su Wuming firmly believed that.

So, having just sat down cross-legged, he stood up again and walked toward Instructor Mo Lan.

"Instructor, I want to change my training method. After all, I'm a Power Type Spirit Martial Practitioner. Training myself is the foundation."

Mo Lan had actually been considering how to devise a suitable training method for Su Wuming. After all, it was her first time encountering a Power Type Spirit Martial Practitioner with a second mutation. Her initial plan had been to test his aptitude again, but he had rejected it.

Because she knew very well that any Spirit Martial Practitioner who underwent a Second Awakening mutation would experience a qualitative leap in aptitude.

Not many people knew about this, and the relevant departments had not made it public. Perhaps they had their own reasons for keeping it that way.

So, not testing him was a form of protection.

Now that Su Wuming had taken the initiative to bring it up, Mo Lan became interested. She wanted to hear his thoughts, then use her experience to help optimize them.

"Tell me in detail."

Su Wuming then explained his idea to Mo Lan. He even used the burst of power he had displayed when fighting Qin Ming and pushing past his limits as proof that his idea was correct.

Of course it was correct. How could the system possibly be wrong?

After hearing him out, Mo Lan pondered briefly and quickly ran through the idea in her mind. She immediately found it feasible.

Moreover, she added another training task to Su Wuming's plan.

That was to cultivate the Dao Guidance Method while tempering his body at the same time, achieving dual focus. Ordinarily, only Spirit Martial Practitioners who had reached Silver Rank would come into contact with this.

But Mo Lan felt that Su Wuming was different.

Su Wuming did not refuse her suggestion and gladly accepted it.

Next, he followed Mo Lan outside.

The laboratory building was shaped like a hollow square and covered a vast area. At its center stood an enormous Martial Arena.

At the very center of the Martial Arena stood a pitch-black wooden post. It was made from rare ironwood and could withstand attacks from Silver Tier Spirit Martial Practitioners. It was exceptionally sturdy, and a screen at the top displayed attack values.

Once they arrived, Mo Lan gestured for him to try hitting the wooden post with a full-force punch.

Su Wuming did as she said, throwing all his strength into a fierce punch.

The wooden post immediately let out a dull thud, and a layer of black dust shook loose from its surface.

Then, a string of numbers instantly appeared on the screen above it—Strength: 1200.

At the same time, the panel for the first check-in mission changed:

[1: Strike the wooden post with full-force punches 1,000 times. Today's progress: 1/1000.]

When Mo Lan saw the number on the screen, her eyes immediately lit up.

"Not bad. Ordinary Power Type Spirit Martial Practitioners only have 1,000 kilograms of strength at Black Iron Nine-Star. I never expected you to reach it at Black Iron Six-Star. That's a full twofold increase."

Su Wuming nodded at her words, not at all surprised inwardly. This was merely basic stuff, and it was not even his limit.

"Alright, train here. Until you reach Bronze, you won't need to participate in the afternoon combat training for now."

"Thank you, Instructor!"

"No need to thank me. Do you know why I chose your senior Class One?"

Su Wuming shook his head blankly. How could he possibly know something like that...

"Because I like 'one.' Before I came here, I made a bet with someone that the class I led would definitely be first."

Uh...

That did not seem to have anything to do with the "one" in senior Class One, did it?

Instructor, wasn't that a little too arbitrary?

No, that was not right. Saying it like that meant he was dragging himself into it too. It was not arbitrary at all—she was incredibly wise!

He could not tell before, but Instructor Mo Lan was quite a competitive woman.

"Don't worry, Instructor. I definitely won't let you down!" Su Wuming said solemnly.

Mo Lan showed no reaction to his words. She said nothing and simply turned around and left.

Behind her, only the sound of Su Wuming's fists striking the wooden post again and again remained.