Beheading Gang, Niu Erlang

His Qi-Blood power had been exhausted once again.

Looking at the sky outside, night had already fallen.

Little Beggar was still practicing his sword deep within the mine tunnel, while Su Xinghe took the chance to look at the Fate Panel.

"Su Xinghe: White Ape Martial Academy (Core Disciple)"

"Martial Arts: Grade-Eight Realm (Aperture Opening 1%)"

"Fate: Diligence Makes Up for Dullness"

"Trait 1: Water-Tight, Unyielding"

"Trait 2: Many Grains Make a Tower, Success Follows Naturally"

"Dripping Water Sword Art (First Glimpse of the Path) 89/100"

"Listening to Tides Art (Transcendent Mastery) 1970/100000"

"Spirit Ape Myriad Transformations (Perfect Mastery) 14/10000"

"Ascending Dragon Stance (Hall-Entering) 566/1000"

"Incomplete Red Lotus Treasure Vase Qi 0/10000"

Since he had only opened one Dantian Acupoint, his martial realm had not changed. However, the proficiency-dropped Spirit Ape Myriad Transformations had returned to the level of Perfect Mastery.

At Perfect Mastery proficiency, he could unleash one hundred percent of a True Art's power. With this Grade-Eight True Art running on its "four-cylinder engine," each round of punches could now bring him eight strands of Internal Force.

At the daytime rate, one day and one night would give him thirty-two strands.

Because of last night's encounter, a fear of insufficient firepower had begun to take root. Su Xinghe planned to save up one or two hundred strands first, then open his apertures step by step.

Otherwise, if he ran into trouble one day, would he have to rely on fist-to-fist combat? Having just suffered from lacking Internal Force, he found that feeling extremely unpleasant.

Thinking back to the Black Market last night, when he had encountered Old Swindler and the other two, he had sensed a blazing flame and an iceberg from them. His gaze could not help but turn toward Little Beggar, who was practicing swordsmanship.