Chapter 8: Even a Mosquito's Leg Is Meat

One pill.

Two pills.

Three pills.

... Xu Qingqing poured out the Red Blood Pills and counted them one by one.

Then she was dumbfounded!

Seven pills!

A full seven Red Blood Pills!

What did that mean? Her brother's Fist Strength had actually broken through by a hundred jin, earning him the mid-tier reward? Otherwise, how could there be seven Red Blood Pills? Was she kidding? How could her brother be this amazing? "Stop staring, or your eyes will pop out. Your big brother is just that amazing."

Xu Wei smiled faintly.

"My god!

Son, your Fist Strength in this Monthly Exam really increased by 100 jin!

?"

Even looking at the Red Blood Pills, Xu Zhangjiang still couldn't believe it.

"Right, to be precise, it's 104 jin."

Hiss!

It really had increased by over 100 jin!

Xu Zhangjiang's eyes went wide, as if hit by a petrification spell, his whole body turning into a statue.

He was silent for a full three seconds!

As if the petrification spell had been lifted, Xu Zhangjiang got excited and grabbed Zhao Huahua: "Hahaha, honey, honey, did you hear that?"

"Our son's Fist Strength increased by over 100 jin in one month!

If he works hard for another two months, he might actually reach the First-tier Line."

Making Xu Wei pass the Martial Arts College Entrance Exam and become a National Martial Artist was definitely Xu Zhangjiang's greatest wish!

Because only then would his son and daughter's lives change, giving them a bright future.

"I heard, I heard. Look at you getting all worked up."

"Come on, son, are you hungry? Let's eat, and you can tell me all the details about this exam."

"My son's Fist Strength going up over 100 jin in a month must have surprised even the teacher, right?"

Though Xu Zhangjiang was excited, Zhao Huahua was just as thrilled herself, pulling Xu Wei toward the dining table.

She wanted to hear Xu Wei talk about the Monthly Exam process.

Even though the Monthly Exam procedure was very simple.

But her own son's Fist Strength had increased by over 100 jin in one month!

Pride!

"I want to hear too, I want to hear too."

Xu Qingqing also hopped over to the dining table, sitting down close to her brother with an excited look on her face.

Big brother was really amazing.

"Originally, I wasn't planning to talk about the Monthly Exam, wanting to give the family a surprise during the College Entrance Exam."

"But now it seems like this is a good thing too."

Looking at his excited parents and Qingqing, Xu Wei couldn't help but smile.

Before, his goal was to reach a Fist Strength of 1000 jin and take the Martial Arts College Entrance Exam.

But now he felt he should change his goal a bit.

Take the College Entrance Exam!

Get good results.

Enter the Key Class of Martial Arts University!

Let his parents and Qingqing live a good life!

... After dinner, his parents and Qingqing still had bright smiles on their faces.

Xu Wei returned to his room and began to cultivate diligently.

Even though he had the Qi-Blood Baby and Die Lang Dao Baobao helping him cultivate, he could still put in effort himself.

"My Fist Strength is increasing very quickly."

"There are still two months until the College Entrance Exam. Forget the First-tier Line standard being a thousand jin, even four or five thousand jin would be no problem."

"But the Martial Arts College Entrance Exam tests not just brute strength, but combat ability."

"And Teacher Liu also said that to learn a second Martial Skill, I must train the first Martial Skill to Entry Level. From now on, my focus should be on Martial Skills."

Xu Wei directly picked up the dumbbell by his bedside.

"Die Lang Dao is a burst Martial Skill, emphasizing the speed of the blade. It looks like one slash, but it's actually two slashes, three slashes, or even more."

"And to be fast, the demands on wrist and arm strength are very high."

"One dumbbell weighs several dozen to a hundred jin."

"If I can wield the dumbbell freely, then when I use a lighter real blade, my slashing speed will only be faster."

In the small room, Xu Wei stood in place, swinging the dumbbell.

"Hey!

Ha!"

He had the cultivation knowledge of Die Lang Dao Baobao. Even though this was his first time practicing the blade, his foundational saber techniques were still very solid.

Horizontal cuts, upward flicks, chopping slashes, consecutive strikes.

Every move was extremely practiced.

"I'm very familiar with the basic use of the saber technique, but my control over strength isn't very good."

After practicing for a while, comparing it with Die Lang Dao Baobao's cultivation knowledge, Xu Wei discovered that his control over strength wasn't very good.

A saber technique like Die Lang Dao belongs to the category of fast sabers.

Since speed is required, the force output must be well controlled.

If the force is too great, the recovery and next strike have a large delay, making it impossible to achieve fast, continuous attacks.

If the force is too small, the power is insufficient.

After all, the advantage of Die Lang Dao lies in its unending, continuous attacks, leaving the opponent unable to block!

If you slash a saber over and they block it without much effort, why would they be afraid of you? "No wonder Zhao Wei practiced this Martial Skill for half a year without even reaching Entry Level; this Martial Skill's demand for strength control is indeed very difficult."

"Moreover, as strength increases, the amount of force used when swinging the saber must be constantly adjusted."

"For example, I now have nearly One Thousand Jin of Fist Strength. Using a 30-jin saber, I output 370 jin of force."

"With a total attack power of about 400 jin, I can barely execute Die Lang Dao."

"But if my Fist Strength increases to two thousand jin, and I switch to a 60-jin saber, the output force would need to be raised to 740 jin."

"Only with a total attack power of 800 jin can the advantage of Die Lang Dao be brought into play."

Xu Wei silently summarized in his heart.

With Die Lang Dao Baobao's knowledge about Die Lang Dao, plus some of his own understanding, the progress of his Die Lang Dao cultivation advanced rapidly.

One Night was spent in cultivation.

... The next day, Xu Wei, who hadn't slept all night, left the house early.

"Cultivating Martial Skills is really interesting. If you immerse yourself in it, it's like playing games in an internet cafe back in the day—time flies by."

Cultivating Qi and blood to increase Fist Strength, Xu Wei found very boring.

But cultivating Martial Skills, Xu Wei found particularly fun.

He spent the entire night immersed in cultivating Die Lang Dao.

To the point where, except for taking one Red Blood Pill every three hours, he spent all his time practicing the saber.

He was even gesturing the moves of Die Lang Dao while walking on the road now.

He didn't know if it was because of his own good Enlightenment, or if Die Lang Dao Baobao was truly impressive.

He felt that he could achieve Die Lang Dao Entry today.

Just as he was gesturing.

Gulu.

His stomach growled.

Xu Wei frowned, took out a Red Blood Pill, and swallowed it.

"There are only three Red Blood Pills left, enough for at most nine hours."

"Yesterday, my Fist Strength was already close to 1000 jin. It should have broken through 1000 jin by now."

"I can go get certified as a Martial Artist and claim a wave of Martial Artist Subsidy. As for the remaining money, I'll have to think of other ways."

When Fist Strength reaches 1000, you can go to the Martial Arts Association to get certified as a Martial Artist.

This kind of Martial Artist is different from the National Martial Artists for the college entrance exam. There's no age limit; as long as your Fist Strength reaches 1000 jin, you can get certified.

Of course, the benefits aren't great either—only a thousand yuan subsidy per month.

"I'm so poor right now I'm thinking of becoming a gigolo. Even if this mosquito meat is small, it's still meat."

High Martial World.

Being a gigolo is also a good trade.

Because rich women do seek out Martial Artists to improve their offspring's talent...