Strength Soars, Hidden Strength Reaches Perfect Mastery

Ran Hongxia immediately shut up. She wasn't afraid of anyone, except Wang Ling.

Wang Ling is powerful, holds a high position, and has a fearsome reputation. He is known for his ruthlessness and cold-bloodedness, and there are few in the entire Prefectural City Soul-Calming Office who are not afraid of him.

"These three hundred men are elite troops I transferred from the Prefectural City Garrison. I will enter the city alone to secretly investigate everything. I will either not act at all, or I will eliminate them completely, leaving no one behind."

Wang Ling spoke, he squeezed the horse's flanks with his legs, and the horse shot off like an arrow.

Jiangyin County.

Lin Qing lay in bed and suddenly opened his eyes. He had slept for two whole days.

There was no other reason than that he was extremely exhausted after the transformation. He asked Shen Lian to ask the Soul-Calming Office for leave, and then he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, and has been sleeping ever since.

At that moment, he rolled over and got up, his fatigue dissipated, and he felt refreshed and full of inexhaustible energy.

He quickly took a cold shower, then stood bare-chested in front of a bronze mirror, examining his own body.

His body was clearly defined by distinct muscle lines, with the muscles on his chest and arms undulating like Hill, making him even more aesthetically pleasing than the bodies of those internet-famous fitness instructors from my previous life.

But unlike others, Lin Qing is not just a show-off; he truly possesses explosive power.

He could clearly feel that his physical strength had increased dramatically. With the slightest movement of his muscles and bones, a series of crackling sounds came from all over his body, and he naturally exuded a powerful aura that was awe-inspiring.

With a thought, he glanced at the panel and saw that his cultivation level had reached the Perfect Mastery of Hidden Strength.

"To go from Bright Force Perfection to Perfect Mastery Hidden Strength overnight, the Rebirth Record is truly terrifying."

The Mount-Towning Art manual states that if a person has average talent, they need to practice diligently for twenty to thirty years to possibly Perfect Mastery of Hidden Strength.

"And with the blessing of the Rebirth Record in less than two hours, even the most monstrous genius cannot compare to me."

Lin Qing was brimming with confidence; even if the world was chaotic and the enemy was powerful, he had nothing to fear.

"I wonder how much strength I have in one arm now?" Lin Qing could only vaguely sense that his Arm Strength had increased greatly, but he didn't have any measuring tools at hand.

He put on his coat, got up and went into the yard, where he saw a large water vat in the corner, filled with water.

Lin Qing walked closer, crossed his arms, and with a sudden burst of strength, easily lifted it above his head without feeling the slightest bit of pressure.

"No, it can't be detected."

Even if this water vat is filled to the brim, it will weigh no more than 1,500 jin (750 kg).

"However, one thing is certain: the strength of my single arm has reached over 15,000 jin, perhaps less than 20,000 jin."

"Even if I don't reach that level, my strength is already quite formidable."

"You should know that the strength of an ordinary Martial Artist at the Transforming Force Realm is only about 10,000 jin with one arm."

A bold idea suddenly popped into Lin Qing's mind.

"Can I kill Han Shantong one-on-one right now?"

He had already figured it out: the root cause of the chaos and disorder in Jiangyin County was Han Shantong.

As long as this old man lives, he will never find true peace, and the common people will never have a good life.

If he could, he would definitely take action and personally cut off that old scoundrel's head.

"If I had a powerful Lightness Skill, I could give it a try. Even if I couldn't win, I could retreat at any time," Lin Qing thought to himself.

He was cautious by nature, always thinking of defeat before victory. This time, in his confrontation with Pang Tong, he once again realized the inadequacy of his Lightness Skill.

The Water Skimming was too ordinary. Even with the blessing of the Rebirth Record, which pushed his realm to the Limit-Breaking, he still had no advantage against Pang Tong.

If he wants to take the initiative on the battlefield, he must have an even more powerful Lightness Skill, so that he can move and fight whenever he wants, only then can he feel at ease.

"The Soul-Calming Office's Armory should possess even more advanced Lightness Skill."

"But I have the Rebirth Record, why should I practice it myself? I just need to wait for a corpse with powerful Lightness Skill and copy its martial arts," Lin Qing thought to himself.

It was dusk.

Shen Lian returned, accompanied by Yang Feng and Yu Qiuyu.

There are four rooms in the courtyard. After Shen Lian moved in, Yang Feng and Yu Qiuyu also moved in.

Because the Soul-Calming Office was filled with chaos and people were targeting and suppressing them, Yang Feng and his companion couldn't sleep soundly and had no choice but to move out.

As soon as they entered, Shen Lian and the other two were carrying food boxes, and Lin Qing could smell a rich aroma from a great distance.

"Oh, Lin Qing, are you all better?" Shen Lian asked with a smile.

Lin Qing asked Shen Lian to help him request leave the day before yesterday, citing illness as the reason.

Although Martial Artist are physically strong, it doesn't mean they won't get sick.

There are many strange and unusual diseases that can kill even Martial Artist at the Transforming Force.

"That's about enough," Lin Qing said, glancing around. "Why buy so much good wine and food?"

"You're sick, so I bought you something good to help you recover," Yu Qiuyu said, placing a jar of wine she was carrying on a wooden table in the room.

Shen Lian remained seated casually in her chair, ignoring the other three people in the room. One of her fair, fleshy legs peeked out from under her slit robe and dangled on another chair beside her, swinging back and forth.

"Not entirely. There's some great news lately, and my mother is so happy that we're going to drink to our hearts' content tonight."

"What is it?" Lin Qing already knew what was going on, but he still asked deliberately.

"That scoundrel Pang Tong is dead! I'm so happy! I wonder who did it, it's a really good deed." Shen Lian patted her plump legs, her face full of schadenfreude.

"Pang Tong is dead? Who did it?" Lin Qing was shocked.

"Who knows? Jiangyin County is getting more and more chaotic. First it was Commissioner Cheng, then Jiang Baihe, and now Pang Tong. If this continues, there will be no one left. However, I think it's a good thing. Pang Tong is dead, Lu Xingming is not in charge, and the new one is Yu Muqing, who also doesn't like to manage things. Our lives will be much easier." Shen Lian said with a smile.

"Say less, or the walls may be overheard," Yang Feng warned.

"What's the panic? I'm not afraid." She waved her hand dismissively.

"Stop talking, let's eat first, the food's getting cold. Lin Qing, try this braised pork knuckle, Hundred Flavors Tower's signature dish." Yang Feng said, placing a plate of fragrant pork knuckle in front of Lin Qing.

"Thank you, Master." Lin Qing's appetite suddenly whetted.

Everyone fell silent and focused solely on drinking and eating.

Before long, after a hearty meal, Lin Qing went to the courtyard and, Tathagata Fist Manual.

The movements of the Tathagata Fist someone asks him about it, he says that he is creating new moves. Anyway, his reputation as a martial arts prodigy is well-known, so Yang Feng and the others will not doubt him.

He was learning the fourth move, called "Heart-Lamp Ignites Wisdom," a finger technique that was domineering and unparalleled, specifically designed to attack vital organs such as the heart and eyes.

Lin Qing never sensed any Buddhist compassion in him; instead, he felt a ruthlessness and cruelty.

This move contains 36 variations. Lin Qing quickly practiced it once, but many of his movements were not performed correctly.

It wasn't that he was stupid, nor that he hadn't grasped the essence; it was that his mind was in turmoil.

During dinner earlier, Yang Feng mentioned that because of Pang Tong's death, the entire Soul-Calming Office had been mobilized to investigate the murderer, and they even had to report to the Prefectural City, which made him feel uneasy.

The people of Prefectural City are resourceful and capable; it's hard to guarantee they won't uncover something. Once the truth is revealed, he will find himself in an extremely dangerous situation.

For a moment, all sorts of terrible images flashed through his mind, making it impossible for him to concentrate.

"You must calm your mind; if your mind is unsettled, the road ahead will be difficult."

Lin Qing took several deep breaths, clearing his mind of distractions. His gaze gradually hardened, and his heart returned to peace.

"I don't regret what I've done. If I had to do it again, I would still take action and kill Pang Tong."

"So what if we get caught? Strength is the only way to break through this impasse."

"As long as I become strong enough, I will fear nothing."

"I will use my fists to carve a path through this corrupt and chaotic world!"