Nine Forces in One Body
As the energy flowed throughout his body, every muscle, bone, and flesh of Lin Qing underwent a transformation and rebirth, his strength rapidly increasing, and he naturally exuded an even more powerful aura.
Lin Qing was quite pleased; the feeling of rapidly becoming stronger was truly exhilarating.
He naturally began practicing each move of the Poison Dragon Palm. Each strike produced a piercing sonic boom, a testament to how his power had increased to a certain level, resulting in a significant boost in punching speed.
As time passed, about fifteen minutes later, the strange sensation throughout his body quickly subsided, and the transformation was complete.
Lin Qing exhaled a breath of stale air, his eyes became brighter, and his confidence grew stronger.
He stretched his muscles and bones slightly and could feel that the strength in his body had increased by at least seven or eight thousand jin. Now his Arm Strength was close to ten thousand jin, far exceeding that of ordinary martial Martial Artist in the Transcendent Realm.
If he were to mobilize all his strength and then unleash the Tathagata Fist Manual, the power of that punch would increase dramatically, possibly reaching 70,000 to 80,000 jin. What terrifying power that would be! You must know that Martial Artist of average strength who has only mastered one method of Transforming Force has Arm Strength of no more than 10,000 jin, a difference of seven to eight times.
"Now, when I face the Old Man Hundred Poisons, I don't even need to use the Tathagata Fist Manual. A simple punch is enough to seriously injure him, or even kill him outright," Lin Qing thought to himself.
"Let's test the power of the Poison Dragon Force again." Lin Qing's mind raced, and he suddenly noticed a large willow tree in front of him.
His figure flashed, and he suddenly raised his hand forward, unleashing a palm strike. The Poison Dragon Force gathered in his palm, and one could vaguely see that his palm was turning bluish-black.
Snap!
With this palm strike, the willow tree snapped instantly, and a large area of the trunk rotted away centered on the point where the palm struck. This is the power of the Poison Dragon Force —it possesses extremely strong corrosive properties.
"Not bad. With the Poison Dragon Force infused into me, my fists and palms now carry extremely strong toxicity, making my fighting style more versatile." Lin Qing was extremely satisfied with the performance of this palm strike.
"Hmm, with another type of force added, the Force Net will have to be rewoven." Lin Qing turned and went back into the house.
Although he has multiple methods of Transforming Force, they are differentiated by primary and secondary aspects. Currently, he primarily cultivates the Bloodflame Incineration Body technique, while other techniques serve as supplementary methods.
Whenever a new type of force is added, Lin Qing's Force Net is strengthened, both in terms of protective intensity and coverage.
At this moment, Lin Qing turned around and went back into the house. He sat cross-legged on the bed and silently circulated his martial arts, weaving a brand new Force Net within his body.
Nine Force Types intertwined, spreading throughout the body and gradually covering the entire body, eventually forming a more complex, yet more powerful, Force Net.
The whole process, though seemingly simple, actually took Lin Qing a full two hours.
He looked tired; it was an extremely exhausting process.
Lin Qing rubbed his temples. While he was overjoyed, he discovered a new problem: the amount of energy that the Bloodflame Incineration Body martial art could contain had reached its limit.
"Nine Force Types are the upper limit of Bloodflame Incineration. Even if I master a new method of Transforming Force, the strength of the Force Net will not increase."
"To break out of this predicament, we must switch to a higher-quality primary cultivation technique," Lin Qing thought. "The higher the quality, the more energy the Force Net can hold, and the greater its strength."
In a contest between Martial Artist at the Transcendent Realm, the strength of the Force Net is also crucial.
"Unfortunately, among the internal Transforming Force cultivation methods I possess, Bloodflame Incineration is already the strongest, and I cannot change it for the time being."
"However, after this assessment, the Prefectural City Soul-Calming Office should issue new Transforming Force training methods, and I will also have the opportunity to come into contact with the corpses of more powerful Martial Artist, and soon I will be able to obtain higher quality martial arts techniques," Lin Qing pondered.
He suddenly remembered the Unity Heaven Art in Blood Valley, and a surge of excitement welled up in his heart.
"If I understand correctly, the Unity Heaven Art of the Heavenly Qi can integrate all kinds of forces into one. The Force Net formed by the nine forces is already more than twice as strong as the Force Net formed by the Six Force Types. If it contains thousands or tens of thousands of forces, how terrifying would the strength of the Force Net become? Perhaps it could truly be capable of slaying ghosts and gods!"
"I have the Rebirth Record. As my strength grows, I will be able to access more and more Martial Artist. In the future, I will surely be able to obtain thousands of kinds of power. The Unity Heaven Art is the most suitable martial art for me." The more Lin Qing thought about it, the more he felt that he could not miss this martial art.
If this martial art falls into the hands of someone else, it may not be able to exert much effect, because a person's time and energy in a lifetime are limited. Being able to generate a hundred kinds of energy is already enough to be called a peerless genius, and a thousand kinds of energy is simply a fantasy.
But Lin Qing's Rebirth Record shows that he was able to do things that others thought were impossible.
"No rush, we can talk about this later. I need to go find Wang Ling. Although the Old Man Hundred Poisons was weak and easily killed by me, I Assassination while I was in the Soul-Calming Office's territory. I have to get an explanation. Besides, what if someone is still spying on me? I can't be on high alert every single hour." Lin Qing thought to himself as he got up and went out.
Before long, he arrived at the courtyard where Wang Ling was, led by a waiter.
"What is it?" Wang Ling was practicing his sword in the courtyard when he saw Lin Qing arrive and stopped what he was doing.
"My lord, someone Assassination me just now. This person was called the Old Man Hundred Poisons, but he was no match for me and I killed him in retaliation." Lin Qing said, briefly recounting the entire battle that had just taken place.
"The Old Man Hundred Poisons? I've heard of him. He's a Transforming Force Martial Artist specializing in poison techniques and is also skilled in disguise. His sudden Assassination on you at this time must be orchestrated by someone behind the scenes," Wang Ling said coldly.
"My lord, I have already extracted the information from the mastermind behind this, and it turns out to be Song Heilong, the leader of the Black Dragon Gang," Lin Qing added.
"The Black Dragon Gang is the largest gang in the Prefectural City. Strictly speaking, it's a gang alliance that integrates thirty-four small and medium-sized gangs. However, compared to my Soul-Calming Office, it's insignificant. I will immediately send people to investigate. Whether it was really Song Heilong's doing or someone framed him, anyone who dares to touch my people, Wang Ling's people, will pay ten or a hundred times the price." A chilling aura naturally emanated from Wang Ling.
However, he quickly regained his composure and asked, "Is there anything else?"
"No, this disciple takes his leave!" Lin Qing said.
"First Grade." A hint of suspicion flashed in Wang Ling's eyes. He suddenly stepped forward and struck Lin Qing in the chest with his palm.
His movements were too fast; Lin Qing couldn't react at all and was suddenly struck, staggering back seven or eight steps.
However, he did not sense any malice emanating from Wang Ling, and Wang Ling held back his strength in this palm strike, so he did not suffer any substantial harm. Therefore, this palm strike was merely a test.
"I ask you, how many kinds of power do you possess?" Wang Ling's words carried a rare hint of emotional fluctuation.
Just now, he actually felt an extremely strong rebound force from that palm strike, which shows that Lin Qing's Force Net is very powerful, at least far exceeding that of ordinary Martial Artist reached the Transforming Force.
"Nine types," Lin Qing answered honestly. He didn't dare to gamble if he were caught lying and offended Wang Ling.
"Nineteen years old! Nine Force Types! Truly a peerless genius!" A rare look of joy appeared in Wang Ling's eyes. He had never heard of many people like this in the entire history of the Prefectural City.