Holy Fist!-Chapter 208 - 115 Jiao Jin Net Perfection_2

Chapter 208: 115 Jiao Jin Net Perfection_2

Chapter 208: 115 Jiao Jin Net Perfection_2

So, in the company’s gym.

A sweaty training session began again.

…

Elsewhere, in a quiet alleyway.

A grey figure suddenly appeared, slowly coming to a halt.

The man raised his hands, looking at the remnants of his shattered gloves.

“What an impolite fellow…”

“To strike at me the moment he became aware of me.”

He slowly turned around, looking in the direction where the exchange had just taken place.

“But, it’s also very strange.”

“This person clearly has the strength of a core member, yet he is still just a formal disciple? Is he hiding his strength, or is there another reason?”

The figure gazed quietly, as if he had made up his mind about something.

“Should I test it out?”

“In a few days, when the Yabadon Life Tree has matured.”

“Lure one or two creatures and Void Demons that have run out from the deeper world.”

“Then… hehe…”

A faint laugh dissipated into the quiet alleyway.

…

Huaisui City, in a private warehouse.

Bang!!!

A body enveloped in black Evil Ghost smoke flew out at high speed, like a shooting star, crashing through trees as thick as a person in the nearby woods, then coughing up blood and fleeing desperately.

His figure flickered, as if on a different frequency from the world.

In the gaping hole of the warehouse, a cement cavity taller than a man.

Black smoke swirled, carrying a terrifying sense of dread.

Slap.

A large hand grasped the edge.

Then, a towering figure emerged, surrounded by a vortex of black smoke.

It was Wu Binghe!

He stood utterly still, his gaze fixed in the distance. Like a crude and terrifying statue on the side of a night road, he emitted a barely perceptible, eerie presence. The black smoke swirled around him, seemingly influenced by an unnamed aura, turning into human hands struggling and entangling in a frenzy, like the tortured souls of Hell trying to escape.

Once caught by its hand, one would be dragged into endless Hell.

To take the place of the tortured souls and endure millions of years of punishment.

Bang!

Suddenly, a punching fist burst through the smoke illusion.

Wu Binghe retracted his fist and quickly turned, walking into the deep darkness.

His face was expressionless, even slightly grim.

“Not enough, still not enough!”

“It should be able to materialize from nothing, where’s the problem?”

“The physical manifestation of fear should be able to descend from the deep world to the real world. But, no, its power is vastly reduced, practically useless. Even using the Skull Mark as a medium, I can’t do it…”

Wu Binghe took a deep breath.

“My time… is running out…”

His figure completely vanished into the darkness.

…

At six in the evening, in the suburbs, Fierce Bird Sect Headquarters.

Bai Xiao changed into a black combat uniform designated for formal disciples.

With his qualification certificate in hand, he arrived at the yet-to-close medicine warehouse.

He quickly selected a batch of medicinal materials used for practicing the Hard Skill Glue Tendon Net.

On his way back to the dojo.

Bai Xiao saw many injured Fierce Bird Sect Disciples, even including some elders from outside. At this moment, the Fierce Bird Sect was on high alert, with masters patrolling everywhere to prevent further actions by the Horror Bird Organization.

Ten minutes later, in the hall outside the Medicine Bath Room of the dojo.

Chen Liao sat in a chair, his eyes tightly shut, unusually silent.

The atmosphere was somewhat tense, clearly connected to the Horror Bird Organization’s attack.

Bai Xiao walked out of the Medicine Bath Room, having just personally prepared the medicinal materials, arranged the medicine tub, and brought a bag of ice necessary for the medicinal bath.

“Master, everything is ready.”

Chen Liao opened his eyes, nodded, and said to Bai Xiao.

“I’m glad you’re alright, Bai Xiao.”

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Bai Xiao shook his head slightly, expressing helplessness.

“You’ve said that for the second time already.”

Half an hour ago.

When he returned to the Fierce Bird Sect, Chen Liao had immediately examined Bai Xiao. His injuries were neither light nor heavy, not the kind that would affect the roots, nor the kind that could be brushed off with a few wipes. They were ideally in between.

The injury was treated quickly.

Through their exchange, Chen Liao learned the details of the incident.

He was once again surprised by the soaring combative power of Bai Xiao.

Low-level Killer Ghost, mid-level Killer Ghost, and even advanced Killer Ghost, they all made an appearance one after another. Especially the last one, the advanced Killing Ghost, who is comparable to a Breaker Third Stage master, ended up being defeated by Bai Xiao!

At first, Chen Liao really couldn’t believe it.

But after exchanging a few moves with Bai Xiao, he became thoroughly convinced.

Bai Xiao is a once-in-a-lifetime genius!

Breaking through in cultivation techniques is as easy for him as eating and drinking!

That’s right, this is how it should be!

Chen Liao had no sense of gain or loss, nor did he find Bai Xiao’s prodigiousness unsettling, his sole emotion from beginning to end was ecstasy!

This is his disciple.

This is his founding disciple and also his last disciple!

The stronger the better, the more talented the better.

Would Chen Liao be jealous? Ridiculous, he couldn’t be more protective if he tried.

Some say, being one step ahead is genius, being three steps ahead is madness.

Madness can instill fear in people.

Yet Chen Liao was not afraid at all, he even felt it was divine favor for the Fierce Bird Sect.

Therefore, after learning Bai Xiao was fine, he sighed with relief twice, thankful nothing had happened. Otherwise, it would have been the greatest loss for both him and the Fierce Bird Sect.

Leaning back in his chair, Chen Liao let out a sigh.

“You go take a medicine bath first, Bai Xiao,” he said.

“Later on, when you come out, I’ll tell you about the situation of the Fierce Bird Sect.”

Bai Xiao nodded silently, turned around, and walked into the secret room, closing the door.

In front of him was a metal medicine tub filled with light blue medicinal liquid, interspersed with floating square ice blocks. A faint scent of wood lingered.

He stripped off his clothes and submerged himself entirely in the medicinal bath.

He took a deep breath.

Coolness penetrated his skin, and a tingling sensation emanated from his wounds.

Bai Xiao adjusted his condition, gradually reaching the optimal moment.

He stared straight ahead, his vision covered with a dark red glow.

[Skill: Jiao Jint Net Python Jint Realm (51/600)]

In the previous battle, the Jiao Jint Net gained nine points of experience.

The Killing Ghost Viper’s Ghost Pattern Horror Torture had a similar effect to Second Senior Sister’s force training, especially since neither held back in their duel.

Every move was aimed at taking the other’s life.

The training effect was indeed superior.

This way, he didn’t need to bother going to his Second Senior Sister now.

Filling up fifty points of experience saved some potential points, quite satisfying.

With a thought:

[Skill: Jiao Jint Net Python Jint Realm (51/600)]+

[Dark Red Modifier]

[Potential Points: 23]

“Come on, the Perfect Realm…”

Bai Xiao concentrated, shouting inwardly.

“Level up!”

Suddenly, the numbers jumped, and the potential points in the Dark Red Modifier plummeted.

[Potential Points: 12]

A total of eleven potential points were used up.

He then looked at the Fighter’s skill status bar.

After a moment of hazy blurring, a torrent of prompts slid past.

[Your profession “Martial Artist” gains +75 experience!]

[Your skill “Jiao Muscle Net Python Muscle” gains +550 experience!]

[Skill “Jiao Muscle Net Python Muscle” has advanced to the “Jiao Jue Realm”!]

[Skill: Jiao Jue Net Jiao Jue Realm (∞/∞)]

Hiss…

Almost instantly, the pores in his skin flared open.

He greedily absorbed the surging medicinal power of the surrounding liquid, devouring it frenziedly.

In plain sight, the blue color of the liquid in the iron bucket gradually faded.

The substances stimulating his body, strengthening the fascia, were all rapidly absorbed by Bai Xiao. This time, his whole body seemed to be encased in ice, frozen into a statue. In the blink of an eye, it was as if he was swimming in molten lava, with scorching heat flowing throughout his body.

Bai Xiao sat cross-legged in the iron tub, his eyes tightly closed.

His skin turned bright red, like a boiled lobster, with bulging blue veins. Strands of white vapor steadily streamed from the top of his head.

Thump, thump, thump…

Bai Xiao could hear his heartbeat, growing stronger and stronger.

At a certain moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp light flashing through them.

“The third Hard Skill has achieved Perfection!” he exclaimed.

[Burst State: Hundred Python Swallowing Elephant]

[Condition: 1. Giant Stone Skill Perfect √, 2. Red Elephant Skill Perfect √, 3. Jiao Jin Net Perfect √]