Selecting a constable chief

"A thousand steps!"

When the two returned to the valley entrance, surprise flickered in Wang Ling's eyes. He had not expected Lin Qing to improve so much again in just two and a half months.

Two months ago, he had managed five hundred steps. Now that number had doubled, and the number of steps directly reflected a person's strength.

"It seems you've made tremendous progress these past two and a half months!" Wang Ling nodded slightly.

"I certainly have." Lin Qing nodded.

He glanced at his panel. During this time, collecting corpses had allowed him to copy another twenty-eight types of force, bringing his total to fifty-six. His arm strength had surpassed a hundred and eighty thousand jin.

As for combat arts, he had mastered sixty-two moves from the Tathagata Fist Manual, and Passing Glimpse had reached minor mastery.

Now, Lin Qing felt increasingly confident. Compared with two and a half months ago, he reckoned his combat strength had at least doubled.

"At this rate, I doubt you'll need three years to reach the True Gang Realm. You'll have a chance to reach the deepest part of Blood Valley," Wang Ling said.

"I'll spare no effort to improve my strength." Lin Qing cupped his hands.

"Let's return to the city first. The selection for constable chief will take place in three days. I originally thought you stood no chance whatsoever. After all, Ao Ziyi is a True Gang Realm martial artist. But now, I've changed my mind. Perhaps you can give him a run for his money," Wang Ling said slowly.

A True Gang Realm martial artist's force transformed into astral force, which could be projected outward to coat their limbs and weapons. Their combat strength would increase at least three- to fivefold compared with the Pill Embrace Realm.

Thus,