Chapter 103: Pushing the Limits, Hurricane Thunder Extreme, Xue Jing, Let's Fight! (4K)

Chapter 103: Pushing the Limits, Hurricane Thunder Extreme, Xue Jing, Let's Fight! (4K)



Xue Jing was astonished.

Using his imagination to simulate actual combat in his mind had actually earned him experience, recognized by the panel!

This was utterly absurd... Could he truly become invincible without ever leaving home, secluding himself for a decade, and then emerging from seclusion?

"Wait a minute... While it's true that I can grind experience this way, it's not that simple."

Xue Jing carefully examined his gains on the panel.

Firstly, the amount of experience gained was rather low... If the intense battle he imagined in his consciousness had occurred in reality, he would have earned at least a thousand to two thousand experience points. In comparison, the simulated battle only yielded slightly over a hundred.

Additionally, skills like [Fitness], which directly affected his physical attributes, couldn't be improved solely through imagination.

"Lastly, it's too exhausting..."

Xue Jing shook his head, still feeling dizzy and weary.

Half an hour of simulated combat had left him mentally drained, and he wondered how long it would take to recover.

"However, despite the limitations, it's still a decent way to grind experience..."

Xue Jing thought to himself.

"Moreover, gaining skill experience is just a side effect... The most significant benefit of simulated combat is that it provides me with nearly infinite opportunities for practical battle experience..."

"I can also experiment with my body without any reservations... Once my mind feels refreshed, I'll test the limits of compressing the spiraling force of Hurricane Thunder."

Xue Jing sat on the sofa with his eyes closed, resting for a while until the dizziness subsided and his mind felt clear again. Then, he opened his eyes.

He gently picked up the sleeping Nian Nuan and placed her on the sofa.

Then, he left the house, ordered a mattress from a home store, and bought a variety of ingredients from the supermarket. Upon returning home, he began cooking.

Since he had promised Nian Nuan a delicious meal, Xue Jing spent over an hour preparing a sumptuous feast, gaining over two hundred points in cooking experience, which leveled up his cooking skill to Lv6.

"Wake up, Nuan. Let's eat."

Xue Jing washed his hands and walked over to the sofa, gently patting Nian Nuan's head.

Nian Nuan slowly opened her eyes, her emerald green irises still hazy with sleep. She yawned, revealing her sharp little fangs, and licked her paws to wash her face.

Then, she stood up, arched her back, and stretched luxuriously before transforming into her cat-eared girl form. She put on the shirt and shorts that were on the sofa, though she only wore those two items.

Xue Jing glanced at Ning Feng Nuan's shirt, which was crooked and clearly outlined her protruding curves, but he was used to it and didn't mind. Instead, he gently rubbed her head and said warmly, "Go wash your hands, let's eat."

Ning Feng Nuan had just woken up, and her mind was still groggy. She yawned, showing her pointed little tiger teeth, and hugged Xue Jing's waist, leaning against him as if she might fall asleep again.

"You smell so nice, Ah Jing..."

The girl's nostrils flared slightly as she inhaled his scent, murmuring unconsciously.

Xue Jing rolled his eyes and pinched her cheek, gently pushing her away. "Alright, let's eat."

...

After the meal, Ning Feng Nuan rubbed her slightly rounded belly and lay on the sofa, her delicate face still savoring the taste of the delicious food.

"Did you put something in the food? How could it taste so good?"

She looked at Xue Jing, who was wiping the dining table, and asked, feeling a bit resentful.

"We used the same ingredients and cookware, so why is your cooking so much better than mine?"

Xue Jing casually replied, "I guess it's just a matter of talent."

Ning Feng Nuan felt a vein popping out on her forehead. "Even if it's true, hearing that makes me so mad..."

Xue Jing smiled and continued tidying up. After finishing, he said, "Alright, I need to go out for a bit. Stay home and don't move around too much."

Ning Feng Nuan turned over on the sofa but didn't respond. Her black cat tail swayed gently.

Xue Jing went to his room, equipped the [Hundred Foot Pole], and took the Rabbit-Butchering Blade before leaving the house. He hailed a taxi and headed to the Zhushan Ying family's estate.

Upon arriving, he first went to the main house but found that Senior Sister Zhu still wasn't home.

It seemed her family was indeed keeping a tight rein on her.

Xue Jing didn't mind and went straight to the stables to get Shi Feng. He rode Shi Feng to the grassy fields behind the northern district's mountain.

Once there, he let Shi Feng wander off on its own as usual and headed to the lakeside where he usually trained. He took out his phone and sent a message to Xu Ren, saying he wanted to return the [Hundred Foot Pole].

He soon received a reply, asking him to wait there, as Xu Ren would come to collect it shortly.

"I hope the agency doesn't come after me for this..."

Xue Jing tossed the yellowish bamboo pole in his hand and shook his head.

Xueheng walked to the lakeside and sat down, gazing at the shimmering waters as he drew in a deep breath of fresh air, attuning himself to his current state.

"My mind feels much clearer now; I can try again."

Closing his eyes, Xueheng focused his imagination.

Within his consciousness, countless pixel blocks appeared out of thin air, rotating and constructing a scene.

Grass, trees, benches, and lampposts...

It was the small garden near his neighborhood.

Soon, Xueheng's own figure appeared within the pixelated landscape.

He clenched his fists, verifying that his physical data was error-free, and then willed it so.

On the grass not far away, a figure nearly two meters tall and exceedingly robust slowly materialized.

He wore a black martial arts uniform, with his sleeves rolled up to the wrists, revealing muscles as hard as steel knots. His features were refined, and his entire body exuded a profound and stable aura.

It was the Big Senior Brother, Meng Boshang.

Among all the people Xueheng had encountered in reality so far, this senior brother was the strongest, without a doubt.

"Although I don't know the full extent of Big Senior Brother's strength, I have experienced his moves up close, so I should be able to simulate it somewhat accurately."

Xueheng nodded as he looked at the stalwart figure standing motionless before him.

Due to insufficient data, the senior brother in front of him was still a bit 'distorted' and couldn't fully reproduce his full strength. However, with the basic model in place, he could at least recreate the power he had displayed when he faced Jiao Hongyuan the other day.

"Now, it's my turn."

Xueheng exhaled softly and positioned himself in front of the 'senior brother', ready to begin.

He focused his gaze, and as his vital energy stirred, a dragon's roar resonated from within his body.

The spiral indentations appeared, extending up and down his arms.

"Body, let's see your limits."

With that thought, Twin Powers, Twin Defense, activate!

The indentations wrapped around his fists and chest, as the spiral vital energy was compressed to its utmost limit without harming Xueheng's body.

But this time, he didn't stop there; he continued compressing it further.

The spiraling indentations that had reached his chest slowly and steadily expanded further.

Upward, they crept along his collarbones and up his neck...

Downward, they covered his ribs and waist...

Xueheng's body began to tremble, and his flesh emitted a creaking sound of unbearable strain, the dragon's roar now carrying a hint of piercing agony.

His capillaries started to rupture, and a purplish-black hue spread beneath his skin. Muscles were stretched and torn, and even his hard bones felt the excruciating pull of the spiraling muscles.

As the spiral indentations crawled up his face and covered his hipbones, Xueheng felt a surge of extreme pain assault his brain.

It was his body's warning that it couldn't take any more.

If he continued compressing, it would be like a taut string snapping, and the surging vital energy would cause his body to explode like a bomb.

"Hurricane Thunder Extreme!"

Xueheng unleashed this punch at the senior brother, who was standing in a defensive stance.

"Boom!"

Like a true thunderclap on a clear day, the violent explosion seemed to make the ground tremble, and a raging torrent of energy burst forth from the point of impact.

The spiraling tempest caused their clothes to flutter noisily, and their hair to stream backward.

Along the path of his fist, a visible spiral of white energy lingered, and Xueheng's skin split open. The viscous blood, under the intense pressure, turned into a mist that sprayed out over a dozen meters away.

From his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth... blood gushed from the seven orifices of his head as his internal organs suffered damage and bled internally.

Finally, this punch met the senior brother's arms, which were crossed in front of his chest.

"Bang!!!"

Countless ring-shaped waves of energy radiated from the point of contact, causing the grass within a dozen meters to bow down, and the camphor trees in the distance to rustle violently. The turf beneath their feet was completely uprooted and flung in all directions.

The senior brother's body was sent flying backward at an incredible speed. He dug his feet into the ground, furrowing two grooves nearly ten centimeters deep, but even that couldn't stop his retreat, and he skidded backward for several more meters.

Smoke rose from his arms where Xueheng's punch had landed, and when the smoke cleared, a pattern of overlapping, dense dragon scales was revealed. It seemed untouched, nearly unscathed.

"He blocked it with just a localized manifestation of the Golden Dragon Scale Skin... As expected of Big Senior Brother."

Xueheng knelt on one knee, one hand supporting his body, the other on his knee. He spat out a mouthful of thick, fragrant blood.

Enduring the intense pain, he assessed his current state.

"My body is in tatters... If I don't receive treatment soon, I'll probably die within a few hours.

Ning Yuantai stared out of the helicopter's window, his gaze fixed on the slender figure standing far below on the ground.

Three days prior, he hadn't even gotten a chance to finish his sentence before he was defeated by that man's punch.

Although he attributed it to his own carelessness and failure to dodge, the fact that he was knocked out by a peer of the same age had left an indelible mark on his heart.

"With such age and talent, it's no wonder even that Wu... favors him so highly."

"But today is different. I'm prepared this time."

"I will wash away the shame from that day!"

Ning Yuantai muttered to himself, his determination clear.

"Young Master Ning, why are you coming with me? Just stay at the base, and I'll retrieve the Hundred Foot Pole for you." The pilot, Shan Zhen, asked with a curious expression.

"My current status is something I earned myself." Ning Yuantai's hands were clasped together, and he began to loosen up, clearly getting ready for a fight.

"I will reclaim what I once lost with my own hands!"

His eyes were locked onto Xue Jing's figure, which was rapidly growing closer, and his resolve was unwavering.

After saying this, for some unknown reason, he suddenly recalled a pair of silver-white eyes that seemed to belong to a detached deity, and he shuddered, a shadow falling over his heart.

He shook his head, dispelling the image of those eyes from his mind.

"Er, are you sure about this?" Shan Zhen looked at him strangely.

To seek a rematch after being knocked out in one punch... This Young Master Ning seemed to have a peculiar taste for masochism.

Oblivious to how his image had been twisted in Shan Zhen's eyes, Ning Yuantai's gaze remained fixed on Xue Jing's distant figure, his eyes unwavering.

"... " Beside him, Xu Ren remained silent, his expression calm.

The helicopter slowly descended, and for some reason, this time, it landed much farther away from Xue Jing, several dozen meters farther than three days ago.

As the propeller's spinning slowed to a halt, the cabin door opened, and three figures jumped out one after the other.

Ning Yuantai took a deep breath as he gazed at Xue Jing's majestic figure, which stood tall like a sturdy pine tree in the distance.

Then, with a powerful stomp, he vanished from his original spot and sprinted towards Xue Jing at incredible speed.

"Round two!"

"Xue Jing, let's fight!"

...

(End of Chapter)

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