Gao Wu: I grow stronger with each death.

Chapter 25 The Realm of Golden Bones! The Savage God of Strength!

As the fighting spirit was comprehended

The Primal Body Refining Method operates on its own.

Breathing, body training, stance training, tempering the body, fighting spirit.

With all five sections completed and complementing each other, this constitutes a complete cultivation and energy circulation method.

The medicinal power accumulated by "I am the furnace" was also rapidly absorbed at this crucial juncture. In a place invisible to the naked eye, Wang Sheng's originally white bones began to undergo a qualitative change, becoming tinged with a layer of gold.

That's right, it's not the color of brass, but the color of genuine gold.

Although the color is very light, and this subtle difference is difficult to detect with the naked eye, it does exist.

At the same time, the ancient history recorded in the "Primitive Body Refining Method" and the "Barbarian Fist Method" also surfaced in Wang Sheng's mind:

In an unknown, desolate place, teeming with monstrous beasts, earthquakes, floods, and other disasters, it is nothing short of a life-incinerating furnace.

Humanity struggled to survive until a powerful being emerged, who could defeat ferocious beasts with his fists and cleave mountains and rivers with his palms. He also taught people martial arts, leading to a period of prosperity and glory for humanity, which was then worshipped by all other races.

Until that day, when the sun shone brightly, a sun crashed down onto the ground.

The powerful human let out a deafening roar and swung his fist at the blazing sun...

Ultimately, this world was spared destruction, but the powerful human being perished, leaving behind only:

A skeleton that shines brighter than gold.

Afterwards, this powerful human being was known as the Savage God of Strength, and to this day, his remains continue to protect the descendants of humanity for generations to come.

"So that's how it is. The true initial stage of martial arts is not the Copper Bone Realm. It's something that later practitioners took a wrong turn when learning from their predecessors. It may look very similar, but it's ultimately not the same..."

The bones of someone at the true first level of martial arts should be golden!

The Realm of Golden Bones!

"The Primal Body Refinement Method is the foundational method for reaching the initial state of cultivation and for establishing the Golden Body Realm. If I hadn't used the medicinal potion recorded in it to soak in, I might have missed the opportunity to establish the Golden Body Realm when I broke through to the next level."

Of course, it cannot be said that modern martial arts are entirely without merit.

After all, practicing according to the "Primitive Body Refining Method" has a very high mortality rate and is extremely painful, making it completely unsuitable for all situations.

Modern cultivation methods have abandoned a certain upper limit, but at least they can guarantee a lower limit.

"But this body-refining method doesn't seem to be heard of in modern martial arts. It seems that the history of martial arts is not just a few hundred years old. At least its true origin is not on Earth."

Thinking of this, Wang Sheng then checked the records of the "Barbarian Fist Technique" in his mind.

"The Savage Fist Technique was developed by a descendant of the human race after hearing about the deeds of the Savage God of Strength. He explored it on his own and imagined the magnificent battle against the Radiant Sun..."

"You developed a profound-level martial art just by imagining the scene? That's impressive."

Wang Sheng began to develop a strong interest in the origins of the "Primitive Body Refining Method".

As for the clues, it seems we're starting to see some progress:

The original star.

......

In the blink of an eye, what was a long breakthrough process for Wang Sheng was only a few seconds for the outside world.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, a blood-red figure with formidable qi and blood, who had broken through the Copper Bone Realm, stood on the stage like a dazzling star.

"Wild and untamed..."

Wang Sheng spoke calmly, clenching his fist to gather strength, his gaze fixed on the wolf cub.

"fist!"

call--

The fierce fist made a whistling sound in the air, and the surging blood and power smashed towards the wolf cub like a mountain!

boom--

The fist stopped half an inch in front of the wolf cub, the force of the punch causing the wolf cub's hair to whip wildly backward.

"Can we end this now? He doesn't seem to want to continue."

There was no scene of brains splattering as I had imagined; the fist simply stopped in front of the wolf cub's face.

The moment Wang Sheng broke through to the next level, Wolf Boy lost his will to fight and had no intention of resisting. In addition to the stench of blood, the air was filled with the smell of urine.

This werewolf named Xiaohao seems to be very afraid of Wang Sheng.

To be precise, they were afraid of the martial arts techniques and skills that Wang Sheng had practiced.

"call out--"

A whistle came from below the stage, seemingly directing the wolf cub, but at this moment the wolf cub's eyes were filled with fear, and he did not make any move.

He collapsed helplessly at Wang Sheng's feet, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"Host, isn't it time to deliver the verdict?"

Wang Sheng asked a question while facing a direction below the stage.

Beneath the mask, no one could see through his expression, yet his undeniable tone spoke as if calmly stating a fact:

He is the winner!

"The fifth and final round of Wolf Cub's defense of his title was lost; the winner is Butcher..."

"Wait!!"

Suddenly, a huge ball of flesh leaped down from the VIP seats on the high platform. When Wang Sheng saw it clearly, he realized that it was an obese man.

"This match doesn't count! You're already a Bronze Bone Realm martial artist, and you still have the nerve to fight before reaching that level? Foul! Foul! This match doesn't count!"

As Zhu Puchang spoke, he made no attempt to conceal his powerful and vigorous spirit.

"He's actually a third-realm martial artist, a powerful expert who has stepped into the Furnace Realm?"

Wang Sheng was slightly surprised, but quickly realized something was wrong.

Although this fat man has abundant qi and blood, he is extremely weak. His posture and demeanor do not resemble those of someone who practices martial arts. His cultivation level is probably mainly due to the use of technology and drugs.

He may seem to have entered the third realm, but his actual combat strength is probably quite weak.

Just as Wang Sheng was pondering how to deal with it.

Suddenly, he felt a chill in the air, and a familiar figure burst into his sight in the blink of an eye.

Accompanying the scent of rose perfume was Yu Yinshuang, dressed in a smart formal suit.

Compared to when we first met, she was much more domineering, and her cold gaze carried an undeniable authority.

Yu Yingshuang glanced at Wang Sheng, then looked at the host and said:

"What are you standing there for? Announce the results!"

Only then did the host dare to speak:

"The winner of this match is—The Butcher!"

"Oh wow!"

As the host finished speaking, the audience cheered and applauded. This wonderful match was truly one of a kind in recent years.

Even though Wang Sheng brought a blood pack for the sake of the show, which raised suspicions of match-fixing, the flaws do not overshadow the merits. It must be admitted that the scene where he broke through and defeated his opponent was impeccable in terms of both the highlights and the quality of his actual performance.

As for what constitutes breaking the rules?

Don't be ridiculous. As long as you haven't entered the country until the moment before you step onto the stage, who cares what happens in the ring? If you're so capable, why don't you find someone to recreate a last-minute entry scene?

Therefore, Zhu Puchang's remarks were quickly drowned out by the cheers of the audience, and no one cared at all.

"Boss Zhu, are you convinced now? Or are you planning to let that kid on stage, who's completely lost his fighting spirit, continue the competition?"

At this moment, the wolf cub remained paralyzed on the ground, like a corpse whose soul had been taken away, his eyes vacant and unresponsive to everything around him.

"Oh shit!"

Zhu Puchang was furious. He snatched a whip from one of his men and charged into the octagonal cage.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

After all, he was a level three martial artist. Even if he was weak, his strength was not to be underestimated. These few lashes of the whip immediately tore the wolf cub's skin and left it bleeding.

"Trash, garbage! You little beast!"

Snapped!Snapped!

Two more lashes followed, and just as he lashed out for the third time...

Snapped!

Wang Sheng firmly grasped the whip, blood seeping from his palm along its length.

That's enough.