madnovel Chapter 80 Late Stage of Ming Jin
Chapter 80 Late Stage of Ming Jin
In an inconspicuous house on the west side of Xikou County.
Wang Yue lay face down on the bed, the scar on his face twisted and looked particularly ferocious.
His back was wrapped in thick bandages, which were stained with dark red blood.
That was left behind a few days ago when Zheng Kui led his men to raid the Wild Wolf Gang's headquarters. A bullet hit him from behind and almost killed him.
"Boss, the medicine has been bought."
A square-faced man pushed open the door and came in, carrying several packets of medicinal herbs.
Wang Yue took the medicine packet, opened it, smelled it, and then handed it to the woman next to him: "Go and brew it."
The woman responded and went out.
The room fell silent, save for the occasional crackling sound of the oil lamp.
"Liu Mazi, what's the situation outside?"
Liu Mazi moved a chair and sat down in front of the bed, lowering his voice and speaking carefully:
"The Zheng family is still investigating, and the police are searching the whole city for us. Some of our brothers are dead, some have been arrested, and the rest have gone into hiding."
Wang Yue didn't say anything; his face looked very grim.
"What about that guy surnamed Ding? He started this mess. Where is he now?"
Liu Mazi's face darkened further: "Dead. It's said that Lin Xiu sent people to do it. People from Shenghai have already come to investigate, but there are still no results."
Wang Yue's brows furrowed into a knot.
The special envoy from the Southern Bureau of the Folklore and Antiquities Survey Division died suddenly.
What the hell is going on?
This is really weird!
"Boss, should we retreat first?"
"Isn't there still a way through Sheng Hai? Let's go there and hide for a while, then come back when things calm down."
Wang Yue did not respond.
He kept looking down and all he could see was a single figure.
Zheng Yuanpei.
That old codger.
"Boss?" Liu Mazi called out again.
"I understand, you can go out now."
Liu Mazi went out, closing the door behind him.
Wang Yue leaned against the headboard and stared at the floor for a long time.
Then he slowly sat up straight and pulled a photograph out from under his pillow.
The photo shows a young girl with a ponytail, wearing a public middle school uniform, and with two shallow dimples when she smiles.
Zheng Shulan.
Zheng Yuanpei's most beloved granddaughter.
Wang Yue stared at the photo for a few seconds, then tucked it back under his pillow.
Zheng Yuanpei, do you think you can wipe me out like this?
You wait.
Once I'm healed, I'll kidnap your granddaughter and sell her to Sheng Hai.
Make her the lowest of prostitutes.
Then we'll see how arrogant you old man are.
He lay down again and closed his eyes.
The wound still hurts, but the hatred in my heart hurts even more.
......
Meanwhile, in the backyard of the Zhao residence.
Fang Shuwen sat at the table, the soft light casting his shadow on the wall.
In front of him were several fragments of the Ghost Jade that had already had their energy absorbed. Combined with the ones he had accumulated from hunting Shadow Cats, he had finally gathered a total of sixty skill points.
The panel unfolds before your eyes:
Skill Points: 61
The plus sign after "Crushing Mountain Force" lit up as expected.
Fang Shuwen took a deep breath, and a thought struck him.
Should I upgrade the "Mountain-Crushing Strength" technique?
[Mastery → Mastery]
[Skill Points Required: 60]
Sixty o'clock.
really.
Fang Shuwen gritted his teeth and cursed inwardly.
He had a really hard time accumulating so many skill points.
But despite his criticism, the thought still lingered in his mind: "Promotion."
In an instant,
The power exploded from the soles of the feet, not upwards, but in all directions.
Muscles, bones, tendons, skin—every inch of it was trembling violently.
He could hear sounds coming from inside his own body.
It wasn't a cracking sound, but rather a "crunching" sound like a steel bar being snapped.
Starting from the toes, it shoots upwards.
Lower legs, knees, thighs, waist and hips, chest and abdomen, shoulders, arms, and finally the palms.
Every joint is being restructured, and every muscle is being torn and regenerated.
Fang Shuwen gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and gripped the edge of the table so tightly that the wood cracked.
This sensation lasted for about ten seconds.
Then, it came to an abrupt end.
Fang Shuwen was panting heavily, his whole body looked like it had been pulled out of the water, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.
He looked down at his hands.
His hands were much larger, and his knuckles were so thick that they didn't look like the hands of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy.
Beneath the skin, the traces of surging blood and qi are clearly visible, as if something is flowing beneath the skin.
He clenched his fist.
Click.
The popping sound of compressed air.
He stood up and stretched.
The biggest change wasn't in his strength, but in his skin.
It felt much rougher to the touch, like it was covered with a layer of old cowhide.
He picked up the knife on the table and made a cut on his arm.
The blade pressed into the skin, leaving a white mark, without even breaking the skin.
He added more force, using about 200 pounds of strength.
This time, a small cut was made, and blood seeped out, but the wound was very shallow and only damaged the surface of the skin.
"Defense has increased by at least 30%."
Fang Shuwen muttered something and put the knife down.
He then tried punching the air.
It didn't use any power-generating techniques; it was just a simple straight punch.
The fist pierced the air with a sharp, explosive sound.
The air in the room was trembling.
Fang Shuwen withdrew his fist and brought up the control panel again.
[Name: Fang Shuwen]
Attack: 16; Defense: 12; Health: 8; Spirit: 3
[Techniques: Tengshe Fist (Mastery), Bengshan Jin (Mastery), Shexing Bu (Mastery)]
[Special Effects: Snake-like]
Skill Points: 1
攻击从13涨到了16，防御从9涨到12，生命从6涨到8。
The spirit remains the same as 3, with no significant changes.
It seems that this attribute only increases when combining martial arts techniques.
Fang Shuwen glanced at the panel data and got a general idea of what was going on.
From mastery to mastery, the attack power increases by three points, the defense increases by three points, and the health increases by two points.
In terms of strength.
Although it hasn't been tested yet, based on my feeling, the strength of one arm is at least 2,500 jin (1,250 kg).
The threshold for the later stage of Mingjin is 2,400 jin.
He has now crossed it steadily and confidently.
"Late stage of Ming Jin..."
Fang Shuwen murmured something and slowly loosened his fist.
From the time I transmigrated until now, it's been less than two months at most.
From a complete novice in martial arts to a martial arts master in the late stage of Ming Jin.
If this speed were to be told, probably no one would believe it.
But he knew in his heart that it wasn't because he was particularly talented, but because his martial arts stats were just too overpowered.
Without the chessboard, he'd probably still be setting up a chess stall on the street, earning a few silver dollars a day to make ends meet.
Fang Shuwen turned off the control panel and washed his face.
Then I lay down on the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling.
I've invested all sixty skill points.
There's only a little left, and it's useless now.
It's time to start accumulating again.
"Oh, right. We should pick up Lao Fang tomorrow."
During this period, the Wild Wolf Gang was almost wiped out.
Ding Hongzhi's death didn't cause a stir.
It's clear that we're safe for now.
Fang Shuwen naturally had to bring Lao Fang back; it wasn't right for him to always stay at Zheng Gong's house.
"Forget it, let's buy a house first, and then bring Lao Fang directly to the new house."