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Yellow Sand looked Li Qinwu up and down and gave him the measurement.
"Big bro, you're now 2.63 meters tall."
Li Qinwu whistled. At 2.63 meters, he was nearly on par with a Primaris Astartes.
Greater height meant a bigger frame, a bigger frame could carry more muscle, and more muscle meant more strength. Strength was the foundation of survival in Warhammer 40,000.
Li Qinwu opened his system panel and found that his three stats had become Strength 200, Endurance 200, and Energy 357-a massive improvement.
He struck several exaggerated poses, feeling as though he could now beat the living daylights out of five of his former selves.
Recalling the agonizing blessing earlier, he realized he really had been strengthened inside and out, from his bones to his flesh.
Khorne's blessing had been violent and chaotic, complete with mental corruption. It had nearly turned him into a lunatic who cared only about the thrill of battle.
The God-Emperor's blessing had filtered through what Khorne had given him, removing the mental corruption and leaving pure strength behind.
He struck a few Mr. Olympia poses on the spot. His muscles shifted beneath his skin like machined steel plates.
"My body fat's a little low. I'll have to bulk up later."
He muttered to himself. His body fat was extremely low now, probably no more than 5%, with only a thin layer of skin stretched over his muscles.
Low body fat looked impressive, but it wasn't the optimal condition for combat.
Fat provided energy reserves, absorbed impacts, and added body weight. Body weight meant fighting power. He intended to raise his body fat percentage above 25% once he got back.
After a few bodybuilding poses, he crouched and jumped straight up, actually clearing