C18 Impact Resistance and Pain Resistance

"Son! Who else could I be the father of? I'm the father of whoever stands there obediently, of course!"

Chai Le had never expected Chen Feng to be so compliant. With just a little provocation, Chen Feng stopped dodging, much to Chai Le's internal amusement.

Chen Feng's Body Movement Technique was incredibly elusive, like a slippery eel. It seemed as though Chai Le was about to catch him, but Chen Feng would always slip through his fingers at the last moment.

Chai Le had to resort to indirect flame attacks to gradually slow down Chen Feng's speed, eagerly anticipating that his next attack would hit the mark.

Fortunately for Chai Le, Chen Feng had paused due to his taunting; otherwise, the frustration of punching at thin air was almost too much to bear, enough to make Chai Le want to swear.

With a sinister grin, Chai Le taunted, "You can't escape this time!"

"Prepare to die!"

Chai Le's hands ignited with fierce flames, the fire leaping wildly and savagely. If an ordinary person were struck by such a punch, they would be instantly engulfed in flames, turning into a human torch before being reduced to ashes that would drift away with the wind.

Chai Le's fiery punch landed heavily on Chen Feng, sending him flying backward as searing pain engulfed him.

Midair, Chen Feng coughed up blood, which disturbingly contained fragments of his internal organs. That punch had nearly killed him.

The system detected multiple fractures in the Host's internal organs and automatically activated the Instant Recovery Skill.

Recovery complete.

As the system's voice faded, an invisible energy enveloped Chen Feng's chest. This warm surge of power instantly eased the pain in his body, erasing all negative sensations from his injuries. Within moments, Chen Feng was back to his usual self.

"Instant Recovery, truly a miraculous Skill!" Chen Feng sighed in relief. He had been curious about the Skill's effectiveness, but now that he had experienced it, he was in no hurry to endure such agony again.

"The pain was unbearable! It felt like the brink of death!"

It seems the system picked up on Chen Feng's complaints, as its voice promptly chimed in.

"Congratulations, Host, on mastering the Skill: Pain Resistance!

Pain Resistance: At max level, endure any level of physical pain!

Pain Resistance: Current level 1/10. Would you like to level up to max?

Yes.

No.

Congratulations, Host, on mastering the Skill: Impact Resistance!

Impact Resistance: At max level, resist any attack below the Martial Grandmaster Cultivation Realm!

Impact Resistance: Current level 1/10. Would you like to level up to max?

Yes.

No.

"Absolutely incredible! You're my good luck charm!"

Chen Feng's initial rage had vanished as he gazed at Chai Le, now seeing him as the lucky charm that triggered his Skills!

Host, you are mistaken. I am your lucky charm!

Please select yes or no!

"Are you getting jealous, System?" Chen Feng asked, astonished, with a twitch in his smile.

"Yes!"

Pain Resistance has been upgraded to the maximum level. Current Skill level: 10/10.

Impact Resistance has also been maxed out. Current level: 10/10.

Seeing Lee Mu still on the ground after so long, Chai Le burst into laughter and taunted, "You're such a waste of my precious time, bad luck!"

With a sneer, Chai Le basked in the adulation from his Junior Brothers and Sisters, as well as the villagers' awe, and arrogantly boasted, "I could kill you at any moment!"

"Senior Brother is so cool!"

"Absolutely! Senior Brother will definitely surpass Qin Shishi and become the top disciple under our Master!"

"That kid got what he deserved for challenging Senior Brother Chai Le! Death was the only possible outcome!"

The villagers, men and women, young and old, all looked on with eyes brimming with sorrow, feeling as if they were to blame for Chen Feng's "death."

"We've brought this upon the boy!"

"If we hadn't saved him, he wouldn't have felt compelled to defend us, nor would he have met such a grim fate!"

"He was so young!"

Tears fell from some villagers' eyes as they longed to check on Chen Feng, yet they were wary of Chai Le and dared not move.

Wu Mei immediately rushed toward Chen Feng the instant he was sent flying, her eyes brimming with concern. Yet, when she reached his side, she was met with a startling sight: Chen Feng's eyes were wide open, his expression one of sheer excitement, not at all that of someone who had just been violently expelled, spewing blood.

Confusion clouded Wu Mei's mind. She had unmistakably witnessed Chen Feng coughing up blood in a frenzied spray, among which were even fragments of his internal organs. Such grave injuries would surely lead to death without prompt medical attention. How, then, could she make sense of the scene before her?

Chen Feng lay there, seemingly unharmed, as if the person who had been hurled through the air was someone else entirely. Was it possible that he had been feigning his injuries?

Doubt gnawed at Wu Mei, but she quickly dismissed the thought. It was inconceivable for someone to feign such a convincing display of injury, complete with expelled organ fragments. Or could it be...

"Could it be that he possesses some kind of sacred healing medicine?" Wu Mei pondered, her suspicion gradually solidifying into belief.

As she recalled how she had come across Lee Mu, it struck her that Chen Feng had appeared to collapse at the entrance of Northern Mountain Village after emerging from the Flaming Beast Plains. What had driven Chen Feng to venture into such a perilous area? He must have stumbled upon something significant, possibly an inheritance, and the healing medicine might have been acquired in the wake of that discovery.

Otherwise, it was unthinkable that Chen Feng would dare to confront a Martial Artist four levels his senior. This line of reasoning only reinforced Wu Mei's conjecture.

Approaching Chen Feng, Wu Mei crouched beside him and asked with genuine concern, "Are you alright?"