C17

"Bang, bang, bang ?"

At the foot of the mountain, in a forest, a well-built man was flying through the forest. He was fast and agile like a cheetah. As he ran, he punched the surrounding trees, creating muffled sounds like thunder.

It was a fifteen or sixteen year old boy, bare-chested, his muscles well-proportioned and fit, his skin healthy and shiny from years of sun exposure and exercise, looking extremely beautiful. After practicing for a while, the boy's body was covered in sweat, droplets of sweat trickling down his body.

Suddenly, the youth withdrew his fist. He had thought that he would end his training this time, but unexpectedly, he stomped hard on the ground and his figure suddenly shot forward like a cannonball towards the nearest tree.

Just as he was about to hit the tree, the youth did not dodge. Instead, he charged straight at the tree!

"Bam!"

The boy's chest and body collided head on with the large tree, and a deep red bloodstain immediately appeared on his body. The strong rebound caused the youth to frown, but his two feet continued to step on the tree's trunk, borrowing the huge rebound force to send his body flying. In an instant, his back came into contact with another large tree, causing a deep muffled sound.

Before he could finish, the young man stomped his feet continuously and his entire body flew in the forest. Bang! Bang! Bang! The sound was unceasing and was mixed with some muffled groans.

After an unknown period of time, the youth's body, back, arms and legs were covered with countless wounds. Fresh blood immediately began to spill from some of his wounds.

The young man descended from the sky, and just as he stood still, the muscles in his thighs suddenly tensed up. Looking at a big tree three meters in front of him, his black pupils flashed with a sharp light, and he jumped up with a stride.

His black hair fluttered in the wind as he let out an angry roar. The youth's hands pressed down on the sides of the tree and he raised his head slightly. Then, his entire forehead slammed into the tree trunk in front of him!

Boom!

With a loud bang, the tree shook violently before coming to a stop.

Suddenly, a series of light "ka ka" sounds were heard. It was the sound of the boy knocking his forehead against the trunk of the big tree. Cracks immediately followed, and the cracks became bigger and bigger, spreading faster and faster. In the blink of an eye, the entire big tree broke in half and crashed into the ground!

The young man touched his head, the pain made him grimace in pain, but looking closer, his forehead was actually still in perfect condition. This terrifying defensive power!

This youth was Ling Yan, who came to the foot of the Great South Mountain to cultivate the [Berserk Golden Body Art] after finding a job at the slaughterhouse.

Following the end of the last blow to the head, Ling Yan's cultivation today came to an end.

After arriving beside a huge rock, Ling Yan took out the healing herbs he bought from his bag and applied them to his wounds. He sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes, and started to circulate Berserk Golden Body Art in his mind.

A miraculous scene occurred. Ling Yan who was originally covered in wounds from his self-torturing training, under the enveloping of the golden light, the medicinal effects of the herbs were absorbed quickly, and the wounds actually started to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. Very quickly, the wounds congealed, fell, and new skin grew out.

Ling Yan opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of impure Qi, his eyes brimming with vigor!

In a week, under his desperate training, he exhausted all of his healing herbs and finally stepped into the Small Success Stage of the First Stage of the Mortal Stage. His strength actually reached a thousand pounds!

Other than his entire body brimming with power, the defensive power in his body had also risen by a level. On his forehead in particular, he was afraid that he could even break a normal weapon.

Speaking of body tempering, which part of Ling Yan's body was the hardest, was not his fist, nor was it his leg.