Chapter 82: Golden Dragon Scales, a World Cup that Xueheng Can't Resist

Chapter 82: Golden Dragon Scales, a World Cup that Xueheng Can't Resist

Everyone stared dumbfounded at the cockroach monster's corpse lying on the ground.

"What the heck was that? Did you just throw a depleted uranium penetrator with your bare hands?"

Shan Zhen exclaimed in disbelief.

The petite short-haired girl, Xiao Jing, mumbled, "I think it was a penetrating blade..."

Xu Ren gave Xueheng a deep look and said, "That blade of mine is very expensive."

The blade that Xueheng had thrown had pierced through the cockroach monster and continued on its spiral trajectory into the distance, who knows where it ended up.

If this were an anime, there would be a twinkling star effect.

Xueheng's right arm hung powerlessly, the skin bruised and discolored, almost the entire arm swollen purple.

The continuous use of the extremely taxing Cyclone Thunder technique had taken a toll on his arm muscles.

As he silently channeled his energy to dissipate the blood stasis, he smiled and said, "Sorry, I didn't hold back enough. Go look for it, and if you can't find it, I'll compensate you."

Xu Ren shook her head. "I'm not asking for compensation..."

She glanced at Xueheng's shocking arm and said, "Let's go. We'll take you back to the Canglong Dojo first, and we can deal with the rest later. Your dojo should have special medicines for this kind of injury, right?"

Xueheng thought for a moment, then took out his phone from his pocket with his other hand.

It was surprising that the phone had only a cracked screen after such an intense battle, and everything else was functioning normally.

He tapped a few times on the phone and brought up the dialer to call his homeroom teacher, Du Shiwei.

"Hello, Teacher Du. I've sustained some injuries and will be leaving early..."

On the other end of the line, Du Shiwei quickly replied, "You're busy, I understand."

"Then thank you, Teacher Du," Xueheng said with a smile.

He hung up the phone and nodded to Xu Ren. "Let's go. Thank you, Captain Xu Ren."

Xu Ren acknowledged with a sound.

Shan Zhen casually asked, "Boss, what should we do with Queyu's body?"

Xu Ren shook her head. "Queyu hasn't been on the team for long, and he doesn't have any mandatory foreign bodies to retrieve. Just take back that 'black belt' of his. The Security Bureau should be here soon, so let's leave the body to them. We'll just take the cockroach's corpse with us."

Shan Zhen shrugged. "We lost another teammate. Captain, should we request more people from above?"

"We'll deal with that later," Xu Ren said. "You saw Queyu's situation. Newcomers won't be of much help... If we lose a few more, the team's casualty rate will be too high, and my year-end evaluation will be downgraded."

Xueheng quietly listened to their conversation, sighing inwardly at the White Crow's casual and indifferent attitude towards their comrade's death.

Soon, Shan Zhen finished packing the cockroach monster's corpse.

The group boarded the helicopter, and as the students of Qing Middle School looked on, the helicopter's propellers stirred up a storm of dust before slowly taking off into the sky.

...

On the helicopter, Xueheng opened his panel to check his rewards.

[You have experienced a life-and-death battle, stimulating your body's potential. Fitness Experience +1367]



[You have experienced a life-and-death battle and delivered the final blow, claiming a head. Your mood is extremely comfortable. Health Experience +939]



[You have experienced a life-and-death battle and thrown a perfect strike, maximizing your precision. Aiming Experience +1211]



[You have experienced a life-and-death battle...]



[Aiming upgraded to Lv6 (198/3000)]



[Canglong Jin upgraded to Lv5 (232/5500)]



[Visualization upgraded to Lv5 (121/2000)]



As he read through the entire row of prompts, Xueheng felt both excruciating pain and exhilarating satisfaction, like he had devoured a large mouthful of sweet shaved ice on a hot summer day.

He turned his head to look out of the helicopter.

High in the sky, the vast city of Qing was almost entirely within his field of vision. He randomly picked a direction and focused his attention, his pupils adjusting to bring objects over a dozen kilometers away into clear view.

In an old restaurant, several customers sat around a table, chatting and laughing. He could see the subtle expressions on their faces and even guess what they were saying based on the movements of their lips.

"This hot pot restaurant is really good. The ingredients are so fresh. Great recommendation, Boss Zhang..."

"I've already talked to Mr. Li, and he intends to give us this deal..."

Xueheng withdrew his gaze.

With his Aiming ability at Lv6, his static vision was equivalent to having a high-quality telescope, and it even had a bit of a microscope function.

Xueheng had a vague feeling that if he ignored air resistance, he could accurately hit something several kilometers away by throwing a stone from here.

It wasn't just a matter of visual aiming; the improvement in his Aiming level had also enhanced his throwing instincts and feel.

"Regarding the abandoned construction site in the South District that you mentioned, although we haven't found any clues about the Celestial Insect Queen for now... we did make another discovery."

On the plane, Xu Ren spoke up.

"After we arrived there and detected frequent boundary quakes, we used instruments to measure the pollution rate in that area, and it has already exceeded 10%."

Xueheng asked in confusion, "Pollution rate?"

This was the first time he had heard this term and didn't understand what it meant.

Xu Ren sighed softly, "The level of education outside the ring is worrying... You haven't learned anything, have you?"

She explained, "Pollution rate refers to the degree of pollution of our real-world areas by the 'otherworld'."

"When the present world and the otherworld come into contact, a 'two-world overlap phenomenon' occurs. The more severe the overlap phenomenon, the higher the pollution rate."

"If the two worlds only brush past each other slightly, then there will only be a 'boundary quake', and at this time, the pollution rate is usually between 1% and 5%, and it will soon return to 0%."

"If the collision is more severe, and the pollution rate reaches 10% or higher, then boundary quakes will be very frequent... When the two worlds collide severely, they may tear open 'fissures' in each other, and the fissures will temporarily fuse together, causing a 'weak overlap phenomenon', at which time the pollution rate will rise above 30%."

"After the weak overlap, the physical laws and rules of the current area may change due to the overlap with the otherworld... and otherworldly creatures may also enter the present world through the 'fissures'."

Xueheng understood, "So that's how borderlands are formed?"

Xu Ren shook her head, "Yes and no."

"Borderlands are the product of a 100% pollution rate. They are neither the present world nor the otherworld but a fusion of the two... It also has another name, 'sub-world'."

"Weak overlap will eventually lead to the formation of borderlands, but this process is reversible. As long as corresponding and correct measures are taken to prevent it from transitioning from 'weak overlap' to 'strong overlap'."

"In the past sixty years, all the newly emerged borderlands were not the result of gradual development from weak overlap. Instead, the two worlds collided, instantly forming strong overlap areas with a pollution rate of 60% or higher, eventually irreversibly transforming into borderlands..."

Xueheng nodded, marveling, "That's fascinating."

Xu Ren folded her arms across her chest and said, "In any case, the area of abandoned buildings in the South District may experience weak overlap at any time, so be careful not to go there recklessly."

Xueheng nodded to indicate his understanding.

...

At the Canglong Dojo, in the Tranquility Room.

Xueheng was naked except for a pair of shorts as he lay obediently on a treatment bed.

Sitting in his wheelchair, Li Qi turned the wheels as he circled around, inspecting the golden dragon scale marks on Xueheng's skin, and exclaimed:

"Golden Dragon Scales... You've actually managed to cultivate this?"

Zhu Shan Ying and Meng Qingjiao stood at the head and foot of the bed, respectively, applying medicinal ointment to Xueheng's body.

"Little Junior Brother, you're too much of a worrywart. Every time you come back, you're covered in injuries."

As Zhu Shan Ying kneaded Xueheng's thigh, using force to work the medicine into his skin, she complained.

"Ahh—" Xueheng couldn't help but hiss in pain.

After using the Golden Dragon Transformation to withstand the full force of the cockroach monster's charge, his skin had suffered severe internal damage. Even the slightest touch felt like a brush of iron or a scrape of flesh, let alone the vigorous massage.

"It's not like I wanted to," Xueheng said helplessly. "It was a matter of necessity."

He didn't want to come back injured every time either, but what could he do?

In that situation, he had been the only one who could stand up against the cockroach monster, so he had to give it a try.

It wasn't that he was particularly self-sacrificing; he just felt that he could take it, so he gave it a shot.

After all, he had the Twin Deities as a backup...

"Sister Zhu, go easy, ah—" Xueheng drew in a sharp breath.

Zhu Shan Ying huffed, "You need to remember the pain."

On the other hand, compared to Zhu Shan Ying, Meng Qingjiao's movements were much gentler. Her smooth, delicate hands, which didn't feel like they belonged to a martial artist at all, glided over Xueheng's back.

She had a precise grasp of her strength, using soft force to silently work the medicine into Xueheng's skin, causing him to feel almost no pain, but instead a sense of comfort.

The soft hands gently glided over his back.

Meng Qingjiao leaned forward to apply medicine to the areas further back, and her breathtaking breasts inadvertently grazed Xueheng's back.

"..."

The delicate fragrance of the short-haired beauty kept wafting into Xueheng's nostrils, causing his expression to turn strange.

As if trying to divert his attention, he turned his head to Li Qi beside him and asked, "Master, do you know anything about the Golden Wind Dojo?"

He thought of Duan Kaiping, the man he had encountered at school.

That cockroach monster was most likely connected to him.

And behind him was the Razor Gang, which was backed by the Golden Wind Dojo.

Xueheng felt that it would be better to learn more about them.

Upon hearing the name "Golden Wind Dojo," Li Qi's movements paused for a moment as he casually replied, "I know a bit. The owner of the Golden Wind Dojo, Jiao Hongyuan, was someone I crossed paths with when I was younger."

Intrigued, Xueheng asked, "How did you cross paths?"

Li Qi nonchalantly replied, "I beat him up, of course. Back then, he was a disciple of the Golden Wind White Rainbow Sword style in the Inner Ring City."

"The Golden Wind White Rainbow Sword style is known for its ability to transform one's fists and legs into blades, with claims like 'Four Blades without a Sharp Edge' and 'Naked Body Equals Armed.' Their disciples are even required to wear leather gloves and boots when entering certain important places, or else they would be considered 'armed'..."

"With such bold claims, I naturally got curious, so I sought out some disciples of the Golden Wind White Rainbow Sword and picked a fight with them..."

He stroked his chin as he recalled, "At the time, apart from Jiao Hongyuan, there were three others, but I can't remember their names... Anyway, I beat them all up."

As he spoke, he glanced at the golden dragon scale marks on Xueheng's body, which had mostly faded by now.

"Their skill wasn't enough to break through my Golden Dragon Scales, so instead, I broke them with a single punch each." Li Qi clenched his fist, a hint of pride in his voice.

"You're amazing, Master," Xueheng flattered.

Li Qi waved his hand dismissively. "That was all in the past... Times have changed, and we've all grown old."

Xueheng thought for a moment and then asked, "Master, if I were to fight someone who practices the Golden Wind White Rainbow Sword, what should I watch out for?"

Li Qi continued to turn his wheelchair in circles as he pondered, "Hmm... Their style does have some substance to it. The claim of 'naked body equals armed' is not just for show. If you were to face them, even if they're unarmed, you should treat them as if they're holding a sword."

"However, that doesn't matter to you now." Li Qi added.

"Oh?" Xueheng asked, puzzled.

"You've already comprehended the Golden Dragon Transformation, and your entire body is covered in golden dragon scales, which just so happens to counter the Golden Wind White Rainbow Sword... Just like me back then, as long as your opponent's level is not far above yours, they won't be able to break through your golden dragon scales."

Li Qi spoke casually.

"Unless your opponent's cultivation is far superior to yours... In that case, no amount of caution will help."

Xueheng pondered, "I see..."

"Alright, you two continue applying the medicine. I'll go out for a walk." Li Qi waved his hand and wheeled his chair out of the Tranquility Room.

After he left, Meng Qingjiao reached out and ruffled Xueheng's hair.

"..."

Her calm and cold eyes fixed upon Xueheng, seemingly carrying a hint of motherly tenderness.

"Little Junior Brother, turn your body over~"

Zhu Shan Ying's voice, laced with a smile, rang out.

Xueheng did as he was told and turned his body over.

As he shifted from lying on his stomach to lying on his back, Xueheng suddenly found himself at a loss for where to look.

The majestic and awe-inspiring World Cup was now directly above him...

The loose black training uniform couldn't hide the tautness underneath, making one worry that it might pop out at any moment.

This half-step adolescent prime body was indeed troublesome... It was easy to lose control.

Xueheng closed his eyes and silently recited the Dragon Subduing Technique to prevent himself from embarrassing himself.

Her soft hands roamed his chest, and the medicine seeped into his skin, bringing a refreshing sense of coolness.

Unknowingly, her hands moved from his chest to his abdomen.

At the same time, Xueheng also sensed that a great shadow had appeared above his face.

As the hands moved lower, the shadow loomed closer, and the delicate fragrance in his nostrils grew stronger.

With the soft touch on his cheeks, Xueheng could no longer hold back.

He awkwardly opened his eyes.

What greeted him was the shadow that obscured almost everything, and within that shadow, Zhu Shan Ying's curious gaze.

"Little Junior Brother, you..."

She started to speak, her eyes glancing downward before quickly snapping back up as if she had been electrocuted.

"..." Meng Qingjiao also straightened up, her calm and pretty face now flushed with a hint of red.

Xueheng sighed.

This was troublesome.

...

(End of Chapter)

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