High Martial: I Grind Professions

Chapter 190: Chapter 146: Advancing to Super Martial Artist

With a single thought, he guided the immense medicinal power throughout his limbs and bones.

The supreme control of his Primordial Spirit showed its unparalleled advantage at this moment.

The circulation of his qi and blood—its paths, speed, and junctures—flowed without the slightest hesitation, as smooth and natural as breathing. It was as if he had already practiced the profound Nine Heavens Foundation Chapter thousands upon thousands of times.

BOOM!

Under the precise guidance of the Foundation Chapter’s methods, the power of the Realm-Breaking Profound Origin Pill was like a spark to a powder keg. The qi and blood within Li Wen, previously calm and condensed to the absolute limit of a peak Martial Artist, instantly began to boil.

Like a dormant volcano awakening, a majestic torrent of energy surged and roared through his meridians, circulating at high speed. Every cycle was like great waves sifting sand, further compressing and purifying his latent potential as it charged toward a higher state of being.

This torrent of energy grew ever larger and hotter, finally converging in the sea of qi within his Dantian, seeming to carve out a new world within his mortal frame.

Fine beads of sweat began to seep from Li Wen’s skin, only to be instantly evaporated by the intense heat, causing a faint white mist to rise around him.

His consciousness was incredibly clear. In his state of [Absolute Focus], he precisely guided this world-sundering power, assailing the incredibly solid Extraordinary barrier.

Time trickled by in the quiet room.

Who knew how much time had passed. It could have been an hour, or it could have been a mere instant.

Finally!

VMMMM—!

A roar that only Li Wen could hear, one that came from the very depths of his Life Origin, erupted from within him.

That tough barrier dissolved like melting ice, utterly shattered by the vast and majestic torrent of energy.

The very air in the Martial Arts Room seemed to tremble as a potent, pure life aura—one completely distinct from that of a common Martial Artist—erupted from Li Wen.

Like a slumbering behemoth awakening, the air itself seemed to momentarily distort under the pressure of this aura.

He let out a long, slow breath of turbid air.

The breath was incredibly long and carried a faint, acrid scent, as if expelling the very last trace of mortal impurity from his body.

As his eyes snapped open, a minuscule arc of electricity seemed to flash and vanish in the depths of his pupils. His gaze grew deeper and more reserved, yet it also held a new, sharper edge.

’I’ve broken through! I’m a Super Martial Artist!’

Li Wen stood up, stretching his arms and legs slightly as he took in the heaven-and-earth-shattering changes in his body.

An unprecedented sense of power surged through him.

”So strong!” he muttered, unable to hide the excitement in his eyes.

”At least three times stronger than a peak High-level Martial Artist... No, more than five times!”

This was no illusion, but a tangible transformation brought about by the leap in his very state of being.

He was eager to test this newfound power.

He used not a shred of Blade Intent, let alone the power of his Primordial Spirit, relying solely on the pure physical might of his newly forged Super Martial Artist body.

Li Wen walked over to the alloy punching target set up in a corner of the Martial Arts Room.

The target was forged from a special, high-density memory alloy, durable enough to withstand the full-powered strikes of a High-level Martial Artist.

He took a deep breath, clenched his right fist, and threw a simple, no-frills punch.

BANG!!!

A muffled yet heart-stopping boom exploded in the room.

Under the terrifying force of the impact, the incredibly thick alloy target visibly buckled, a deep indentation forming in its surface.

Fine cracks even appeared along its edges.

The entire base of the target groaned under the strain. If it hadn’t been bolted to the floor, it would have been sent flying.

’Such terrifying physical strength!’

If he were to combine this with his combat techniques and blade arts, the resulting power would be immeasurable.

’So this is the foundation of a Super Martial Artist’s power... As expected. The leap in one’s state of being creates a chasm of difference, like that between clouds and mud.’

As Li Wen gazed at the deformed punching target, the excitement in his heart gradually gave way to a calm, collected joy.

An increase in strength was certainly gratifying, but Li Wen knew this was merely the beginning. Ahead lay the task of building the foundation for the Nine Heavens Divine Body and walking the even more profound path of gods and demons.

His qi, blood, and spirit were in a highly active state after the breakthrough. Rashly consuming the eight S-rank foundation-laying treasures now to forge his divine-demonic foundation would be too risky. The timing wasn’t right.

He needed time for his body to adapt perfectly to this new realm, to settle and consolidate his gains from the day.

Li Wen carefully resealed the box. Inside, the eight precious foundation-laying treasures—each with a unique form and emitting the spiritual light of a different attribute—would have to wait. They could only be brought out again when he had adjusted his condition to its absolute peak.

After carefully storing the treasures, he could still feel the surging power and vibrant spirit within. The sheer force of his training habits made it impossible to stop.

He returned to the training platform area and, with a thought, a Standard Rapier appeared in his hand.

The breakthrough had brought more than just an increase in strength; the fundamental transformation of his being had also granted him a deeper perception of power and of his own body.

Practicing his blade arts now might lead to new insights.

Without any flashy opening stance, Li Wen began to practice the ”Instant Rainbow,” the technique from the [Dawn Five Forms] that pursued ultimate speed.

A flash of the blade! For a moment, it was as if countless tiny sparks of electricity had materialized from thin air inside the quiet room, only to vanish an instant later.

The sound of the blade slicing through the air became a continuous, high-pitched whine.

Li Wen’s figure weaved and shifted within the confined space, moving so fast he almost left afterimages in his wake.

With every strike, he focused intently, feeling the greater explosive power, the tougher support of his bones and sinews, and the sharper neural responses that his Super Martial Artist body provided.

A trace of the ethereal smoothness born from his breakthrough had integrated into the fierce momentum of his blade. It seemed to achieve a faint, almost imperceptible harmony with the conceptual intent of the Nine Heavens’ thunder.