Fighting Like a Madman

Lin Qing raised his hand and threw another punch, blasting another Blood Corpse apart.

"The 1,108th Blood Corpse!"

Lin Qing murmured. As he punched, he counted the Blood Corpses he had killed in his head.

"These Blood Corpses really are endless."

Lin Qing frowned and assessed his condition. Fatigue had begun to set in.

But he did not retreat. Instead, he swallowed a Dragon-Tiger Strength Pill.

He had obtained the pill from the Armory earlier specifically to replenish his strength.

A dozen or so breaths after it reached his stomach, the pill took effect. Strength welled up from nowhere and filled every limb and bone, sweeping away the weariness in his body.

"Keep going!"

Lin Qing's eyes shone, and his fighting spirit surged. He did not care about competing with anyone else there. He focused only on himself.

As he fought the Blood Corpses, he could clearly feel his proficiency in the Tathagata Fist Manual's Combat Arts rising rapidly. Questions that had long troubled him were answered as he reflected on each exchange, while unfamiliar moves grew more practiced with every punch.

"Now this is exhilarating!"

"All this time, I've relied on the Rebirth Record to grow stronger at incredible speed. But there's a drawback: my ability in a real fight hasn't kept up."

"Today is the perfect chance to train. In a fight to the death, my nerves stay taut, my focus sharpens like never before, and my fighting ability improves rapidly," Lin Qing thought.

He kept punching, kept learning, and kept count of the Blood Corpses he killed.

Time passed. Lin Qing lost himself in the fighting, heedless of everything happening around him.

"1,845!"

"Still not enough. I haven't reached my limit."

Lin Qing's desire to fight still burned fiercely, and he had plenty of stamina left.

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