[Crocodile Sinews], the Imp

In the open space in front of the abandoned logging camp, a dozen or so freshly felled logs have been simply processed, with one end deeply inserted into the mud to form something resembling a fist-shaped stake.

Cheng Sheng, dressed in a simple black sleeveless vest and loose training pants, stood quietly among a dozen iron knife and log punching posts, his eyes closed.

When a clear bird call came from the rainforest nearby, Cheng Sheng, who had been standing still, suddenly began to move.

Like a crocodile lying dormant in a swamp suddenly bursting forth with ferocity, in an instant, it seemed as if invisible black energy suddenly spread out from the loggerhead and disappeared into the surrounding rainforest.

The birdsong suddenly stopped, and the next second countless startled birds flapped their wings and darted out of the rainforest!

"Boom!"

Cheng Sheng suddenly slammed his fist heavily into a nearby punching post. The iron log, which was more than 20 centimeters in diameter, shattered and burst open, revealing a dark brown core.

He moved without stopping, constantly switching between the Six Great Forms techniques of the Black Killing Style. One after another, the fist-shaped stakes around his body were knocked away and shattered. In just a dozen breaths, not a single fist-shaped stake remained standing in the vast logging area, leaving only a mess.

"Huff--hiss--huff--hiss..."

Cheng Sheng stopped fighting, his chest and abdomen rising and falling rhythmically as he used the "Crocodile Breath" technique from the Black Killing Style Secret Art to quickly regulate his agitated blood and energy and recover the strength he had just expended.

"After the Body Sha, mastering the Six Great Forms seems to have become easier..."

Cheng Sheng raised his arm, which was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and squinted slightly to examine the grayish-white veins that were now protruding on his arm.

These tendons are hidden under black Spiny Skin and are not visible unless you look closely. They run from the shoulder blades on both sides to the arms, and from the waist and abdomen all the way to the root of the legs. They are as thick as chopsticks and feel hard and slippery to the touch.

In addition, there were several similar bulges on his shoulders, elbows, knees, and sides, with knotted tendons underneath, as hard as steel nails!

"Is this the effect of mastering the second level of the Black Killing Style's secret technique—[Crocodile Sinews]?"

After the last sacrificial ceremony, Cheng Sheng Shengguang was so excited about the [Elephant Soul] that he didn't notice this point. He only realized it these past two days when he was familiarizing himself with the strength of the Body Sha Realm.

From [Spiny Skin] to [Crocodile Sinews], the Black Killing Style, a secret art, has taken the exploration and enhancement of the physical body to a new level.

"Now it seems that the Six Great Forms of the Black Killing Style were created entirely to better utilize the effects of each layer of secret techniques..."

The second level of the secret technique, [Crocodile Sinews], when activated, causes the gathered tendons to firmly "Cheng Sheng" Cheng Sheng's entire body. In this state, his joints' resistance to torsion and tension is greatly enhanced. When he punches or kicks, his tendons are like springs, first storing up power and then releasing it. Both his strength and speed surge to a new level!

After mastering the [Crocodile Sinews], the power and destructiveness of the punches, elbows, and grappling techniques among the Six Great Forms undergo a qualitative transformation.

Of course, there are also drawbacks.

That means the person's overall flexibility has decreased significantly, and their attacks tend to be more straightforward from various angles, lacking subtle variations and agility.

"No fighting style can be absolutely perfect, Nantu, which generally pursue lethality. Whether there are weaknesses or not is not important; killing the opponent is the ultimate goal."

Cheng Sheng thought about it, the slightly ferocious effects of the Spiny Skin and Crocodile Sinews on his body slowly faded away.

To reach his level, even with the most orthodox core training, it would normally take at least one or two decades.

The Black Killing Style has a total of twelve core disciples, many of whom have reached the Body Sha Realm, but only a few have mastered the [Crocodile Sinews].

Many people are assigned to manage the industry of their respective schools after they are promoted to the core. It is extremely difficult to find time to study combat skills while dealing with a large number of tedious daily business affairs.

Therefore, the Black Killing Style's secret techniques have a total of three levels. In the entire Black Killing Boxing Gym, apart from the gym leader, there are probably only three people who have mastered the second level: Sha Lie, Nalong, and Songpa.

"My mastery and application of the Six Great Forms are nowhere near that of Nalong and Songpa, who have been practicing for many years. But I have [Elephant Soul]. If I unleash my full power, I think I have a chance to beat the two of them."

As for Sha Lie..."

Cheng Sheng thought for a moment, then quickly shook his head.

Sha Lie is a recognized genius of the Black Killing Boxing Gym. Despite his young age, he is already the senior disciple of the Black Killing Style. He is not only very close to the level of a true fighter, but he has also mastered the secret techniques of the Black Killing Style to the third level.

Cheng Sheng wants to defeat him without using "magic", he will probably have to go through one or two more sacrifices.

"Actually, it's already very fast. If Su Tai knew my current progress, he'd probably jump off the bed on the spot, kneel in front of me, and shout, ' Black Killing Crocodile Ancestor has appeared!'"

Recently, Su Tai, the head of the Black Killing Style, was seriously injured, and Sulai has been taking care of him at the core dojo. Senior brother Sha Lie has gone on a long trip for some unknown reason, so all the affairs of the dojo have fallen on Songpa's shoulders.

So nobody had time to manage Cheng Sheng, and he was happy to be free. He would come to the logging camp every day to practice martial arts, and spend the rest of his time busy with his own things, only occasionally going to the boxing gym to report for duty.

Cheng Sheng picked up a towel hanging on a nearby tree branch to wipe his sweat, kicked away the wood chips scattered on the ground, and slowly walked towards the tin shed not far away.

After a boxer enters the Body Sha, his physique gradually becomes almost inhuman. This is without even using the Sha Light. If he were to use the Sha Light when he punches, those iron swords and wooden fist posts would be as brittle as tofu.

However, the Sha Light consumes too much of one's qi and blood and physical strength. Its effect is like the bullets in a pistol; once fired, they are gone. Even a master of the Body Sha will not use the Sha Light unless absolutely necessary.

Cheng Sheng walked to the front of the tin shed. The door was tightly closed and locked.

Before the door was even opened, a strong, fishy stench wafted out, along with crunching sounds, like something chewing or eating.

"Bang! Bang!"

Cheng Sheng knocked heavily on the iron gate twice, and then unlocked it.

The iron gate was pushed open forcefully, and sunlight cast a trapezoidal sliver of light on the ground. In the deepest darkness of the shed, a pair of bright red eyes stared intently at Cheng Sheng.

Cheng Sheng and those eyes met silently. Soon, those eyes rose in the darkness, stopping only when they were almost at the height of the ceiling.

Immediately following, a grotesque, elongated silhouette slowly approached from the shadows.

It walked all the way to the edge of the trapezoidal light grid on the ground, with half a foot inside the grid. Sunlight fell on it, creating wisps of blue smoke, which made its breathing gradually become heavy.

Cheng Sheng squinted, scrutinizing the non-human creature before him—it was tall and thin, so thin that you could see the ribs beneath its skin. Its limbs were long, with the joints reversed, and its skin was a matte gray that blended almost perfectly into the darkness.

This is the Abyss Imp Cheng Sheng has been secretly raising for almost two days!

Compared to when it was first summoned, this brat looks like a completely different species.

Cheng Sheng raised his hand, his five fingers together, and a layer of dark light silently rose from his palm. Then he suddenly stabbed at the little devil in front of him!

The combined attack of Body Sha, Sha Light, and "Crocodile Kiss" clearly felt a thick layer of resistance when it touched the little devil's chest, but it eventually pierced through.

"Puff--"

The Abyss Imp, standing motionless, let out a low, painful howl, but did not resist or try to escape.

Cheng Sheng pulled his bloodied hand out of the little devil's body. As he wiped the remaining blood from his fingers with a towel, he noticed black granulation tissue sprouting from the wound on the little devil's chest, which he had pierced, and it was already healing rapidly.