[Su Heng]
[Height: 3.65 meters]
[Weight: 5570 kilograms]
[Condition: Vein Mutation 350%, Bone Mutation 718%, Muscle Mutation 243%, Blood Mutation 25%]
[Cultivation Technique: Domineering Dragon Thirteen Forms Secret Method (Incomplete: 71%), Tiangang Demon Sha, Taotie Technique]
[Attribute Points: 13]
After finishing his cultivation, Su Heng opened his attribute panel.
Looking at the lines of numbers.
The most noticeable changes were first in height and weight.
His current size was almost similar to what it was before when he activated the Transformed Dragon State, and his weight was even more staggering, nearly three tons. Keep in mind, a family car weighs around two tons.
With Su Heng's current size and muscle density, doing nothing but walking a bit faster,
He could directly plow through like a dump truck,
Knocking a bunch of physically weaker Martial Artists into fractures.
And an ordinary person, not paying attention could be rolled over and killed, which was highly likely.
Crack!
Su Heng looked down, his five fingers clenching tight.
With just a slight exertion of force, massive amounts of dark tendons would burst out of his body, the patterns twisting gruesomely. Powerful blood surged within his body, leaving substantial shadows in the slightly dim secret chamber.
His huge, burly body was enveloped in black mist, and even the little bit of exposed muscle was ferociously strong. Su Heng now gave off the impression not of a ruler suppressing a region, but more like some cold-hearted, brutally bloodthirsty antagonist from the sinister paths.
Luckily, after Su Heng moved around a bit to get accustomed to his current body,
The frenzied feeling disappeared from him, and his demeanor became much calmer.
At least that was how it appeared.
He continued to look further down the attribute panel.
Veins, bones, muscles, blood... these varying levels of mutations.
Su Heng, summarizing from his recent cultivation and collating information gathered from the Demon Suppression Bureau and various major family secret vaults,
Gradually gained more insights and understanding.
Veins are a kind of continuous network-like tissue within the body that provide support and stability for muscles and bones. They are responsible for transferring strength, execution, connection, and coordination—like a large net within the body, linking all parts together.
The higher the degree of vein mutation, the more coordinated the body is and the faster the reaction speed and strength release.
So, if according to some previous games,
Vein mutation represents agility.
Similarly,
Muscles are the main source of strength, determining the level of strength eruption.
While bones provide load, representing the upper limit of strength, and to a large extent, also affect the Martial Artist's defense ability.
Su Heng's bone mutation was the deepest.
Thus, his upper limit for strength was high and his defense was extremely impressive.
Meanwhile, blood plays a primary role in transporting nutrients and regulating bodily balance in the human body.
The essence of blood mutation lies in the development of the bone marrow. Su Heng's current level of blood mutation was not deep, so the changes it brought were not very noticeable.
But in his understanding, this should be closely related to his own constitution.
"As for the changes brought by other practices of the Domineering Dragon Eight Phases Secret Technique..." Su Heng shook his head, "Now it should be called the Domineering Dragon Thirteen Forms Secret Method, corresponding to the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, and now I still need to complete the last three phases: Heaven, Earth, and Marsh."
Previously, he could use the framework of the Little Five Elements Fist, integrating two similar cultivation techniques.
But the second half of the secret method...
Up to this point, Su Heng didn't even have a clue.
He could only set it aside for now.
The benefits brought by the cultivation of the Domineering Dragon Thirteen Forms Secret Method were enormous.
First, the amplification brought by the Transformed Dragon State became more exaggerated, followed by a significant increase in the total amount of vigorous energy.
Without a word, Zhao Meiying said, "You just had lunch on the boat earlier, how are you hungry again?"
Ai Qing remained silent.
She just looked at her with eager eyes.
"Alright..." Zhao Meiying sighed and pulled out her purse.
Just then—Bang!
At the mouth of an alley nearby, a small cart filled with oranges was viciously kicked over by someone.
An elderly man with graying hair also tumbled to the ground.
He sat in a roadside ditch full of foul water.
Despite the pain on his face, he still tightly held his grandson, looking fearfully at the two burly men confronting him.
"Old man Duan, where's today's protection money? You've already delayed it for half a month, when will you pay!"
Bang!
One of the men slammed his hand heavily on the cart.
The old cart creaked loudly, causing the old man to shiver.
"I... I really have no money, please be lenient." Old man Duan pleaded, "I only have these fruits, if it's not enough, take these fruits as payment."
"Who the fuck wants your rotten fruits!" The fierce man scoffed and stomped the fruits on the ground into pulp.
"If you can't pay up, then use your grandson to settle the debt!"
The other man sneered.
He reached forward, trying to grab the old man's grandson from his arms.
The grandson, although cute and pretty, would fetch a high price among the city's elites, sometimes even more so than girls of the same age.
Wow!
Instead of crying, the kid looked filled with hatred.
He bit fiercely into the man's arm, who in turn violently flung him off.
Seeing the faint blood marks from the bite on his arm, he was overwhelmed with rage, "Motherfucker, ate a bear's heart and a leopard's gall! Dare to attack me..."
As he spoke, he sneered and rolled up his sleeves, ready to slap the old man's face.
People gathered around, but none dared to intervene.
Smack!
Just then,
a fair, delicate hand gently grasped his wrist.
The man shook all over, unable to move. He looked back in horror and saw a beautiful figure in white.
The figure released his arm, stepped back, and wore a gentle smile on her face.
The two exchanged a few quiet words.
Zhao Meiying pulled out a few silver coins from her purse and handed them to the burly man.
The man's expression gradually calmed, and he bowed to her before leaving with his companion.
As those two left,
Zhao Meiying straightened the cart, knelt on the ground,
gathered the scattered fruits, carefully placed them back, and then tenderly stroked the boy's hair with a smile.
The old man wanted to grasp Zhao Meiying's hand, but noticing the black mud on his own, he helplessly rubbed it on his trousers, his eyes brimming with grateful tears, almost kneeling and kowtowing on the spot. He begged her to leave an address so he could repay the debt they had just incurred. Zhao Meiying whispered a few words to the old man, then stood up and joined her disciples.
Seeing there was no more spectacle, the crowd gradually dispersed.
"Why not just get rid of those two bastards direct?" Ai Qing clenched her fist, somewhat puzzled.
Zhao Meiying gently stroked her disciple's smooth hair and explained, "We are members of the Demon Suppression Army. If the local Demon Suppression Bureau gets wind of this, the whole gang involved will vanish from the city, and many innocents will get dragged in."
"Our position is too high, hence we must be careful and prudent. Sometimes your intentions are good, but the outcome turns out to be terrible."
"See!" Chen Yang's face showed a sudden understanding, "That's just like the elders in the Demon Suppression Army handling matters..." he quickly added, seeing Zhao Meiying's stern glare.
"Let's go buy some green bean cakes," Zhao Meiying relented.
"Master, I don't want green bean cake anymore," Ai Qing, tugging on Zhao Meiying's sleeve, said, "I want oranges."
Zhao Meiying smiled and said, "Okay."