Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

”Arghhhhh—”

Jiang Dali roared as he stood up, his body as hot as a blazing furnace, full of an overwhelming desire to vent, and his skin itched and prickled painfully.

Strands of hair all over his body began to fall out.

Clumps of hair fell from his head, tinged with blood, even his eyebrows were dropping out.

”Ah— It’s going to explode!”

Jiang Dali bellowed, his body streaked with blood mingled with sweat, falling like rain.

His blue-hued hands trembled.

On his iron-like cheeks, it seemed as if one could see the blood pulsating, and his eyes burned like charred coals, glittering intensely.

Suddenly, a fierce sound like cracking bones erupted.

His epidermis turned into a blue shell, his eyes blood-red, and the muscles under the skin, tough as copper and iron, seemed to be forged from steel, bulging prominently. With a slight effort, the sinews and bones emitted explosive crackling sounds.

Unable to suppress the surging power, Jiang Dali unleashed a punch with the wild momentum of a human-shaped barbaric beast.

Boom—

His massive iron fist stirred up a tornado.

The air was compressed into a thick wave, pressing into a nest-shaped qi shield.

Bang!

A wooden dummy inside the chamber was instantly shattered by his punch.

Chunks of wood debris scattered like cannonballs, many embedding directly into the walls.

Thud!

The walls of the entire chamber vibrated violently, splitting open a basin-sized deep pit, instantly cracking a large part of the wall, sending dust flying.

Gasping for air, Jiang Dali grinned as he pulled out his arm thick as an adult’s thigh and an iron fist as big as a pot from the deep pit.

The coarse sand and stone rubbed against the muscular arm, leaving only faint white marks.

Whoosh—

He drew his sword in one swift motion.

Golden light exploded.

The Golden Nine-Ring Blade landed on his arm.

Clang! A resounding blast!

”Qi-Blood -19”!

The skin and muscle on his arm were cut, but the tough muscle, as firm as steel cables, clamped the blade, which could slice through iron as if it were mud, trapping it firmly within the flesh.

”Good, good, hahaha. Now with players contributing, not even the Heavenly King would stop me from becoming rapidly stronger!”

Jiang Dali’s eyes gleamed with joy and satisfaction.

Indeed, any martial arts practiced to the level of divine transformation would undergo a qualitative change.

Now his body was nearly indomitable, even a full-force strike from the renowned Golden Nine-Ring Blade couldn’t cause serious injury, almost impervious to any weapon.

And that was just his defensive power.

Combining such a formidable Iron Cloth Shirt Skill, his strength and speed across his entire body had also significantly increased.

Looking at the remaining over 8000 cultivation points and 12000 potential points.

Jiang Dali did not enhance the Iron Cloth Shirt further.

Any Mortal Martial Arts elevating from the 8th to the 9th realm, Returning to Truth, requires consuming a full ten thousand cultivation points and three thousand potential points, and Human Rank or Earth Rank Martial Arts consume even more.

Thus, his current cultivation points were insufficient to advance the realm of Iron Cloth Shirt.

Bringing his body back to normal, Jiang Dali pondered for a moment, spent another thousand cultivation points and three thousand potential points, and elevated his Basic Internal Skill to the 7th realm, Peak.

Reaching this level in Basic Internal Skill also significantly increased his inner strength, pushing his inner strength to 700 points.

Subsequently, Jiang Dali spent two thousand cultivation points and six thousand potential points to elevate the Human Rank Martial Arts Qinggong ”Wild Goose Formation” to the 5th realm, Refinement.

Expending two thousand potential points, he raised the Human Rank Martial Arts ”Golden Body Skill” to the 4th realm, Mastered.

Each level of advancement in Human Rank Martial Arts requires double the potential points compared to Mortal Martial Arts, hence consuming considerably more.

However, the enhancement of the Golden Body Skill also made Jiang Dali’s internal organs unusually clean and full of resilience, his physique stronger, breaking the limits of the human body.

With such crazy consumption and upgrades,

Jiang Dali’s cultivation points and potential points quickly depleted, instantly leaving only over five thousand points of cultivation and a thousand potential points.

However, his overall strength had also significantly increased, his Qi-Blood strengthened much due to the improvements made to his body by Iron The Cloth Shirt and Golden Body Skill.

Opening the panel to check.

”Jiang Dali [Black Wind Village Chief (Outer Qi Realm Big Boss), Qi-Blood 6150/6200, Inner Qi 700/700)

Realm: Outer Qi Realm (0/1500)

Status: Black Wind Village Chief/Green Clothes Building Silver Assassin

Reputation: Notorious Reputation (150/3000)

Pet: Sword Gate Demon Hawk

Martial Arts: Hidden Weapon: Mortal Middle Grade ’Sky Rain’ (Slightly successful at realm 3)

Fist and Leg Techniques: Basic ’Four Directions Fist’, Basic ’Six Paths Leg’, Basic ’Eight-direction Palm’, Earth-rank Ultimate Skill Fragment ’Great Vajra Palm’ (Initial Insight at realm 2)

Saber Skill: Mortal Middle Grade ’Tiger Evil Golden Ring Saber’ (Refinement at realm 5)

Cross Training: Mortal Lower Grade ’Iron Cloth Shirt’ (Divine Transformation at realm 8), Human Rank Upper Grade ’Golden Body Skill’ (Mastered at realm 4)

Qinggong: Mortal Lower Grade ’Eight Steps to Catch a Cicada’ (Initial Insight at realm 2), Human-grade Middle ’Wild Goose Formation’ (Refinement at realm 5)

Internal Cultivation Methods: Basic Internal Skill (Peak at realm 7)

Cultivation Points: 5121

Potential Points: 1000”

After scrutinizing himself, Jiang Dali was fairly satisfied with his current state of power.

Although he originally only needed another 2000 Cultivation Points to advance his realm to the Bursting Energy Realm.

Jiang Dali did not want to become an embroidered pillow without real skills, slacking off in his Martial Arts training.

He stepped out of the secret room.

Standing in front of the bronze mirror, he saw a burly man resembling an iron tower standing there, the muscles on his body under the moonlight hard and explosive like rocks, cold and tough.

He ran his hand over his head.

His falling hair, together with slightly dried blood, stained his hand red, but new hair had already begun to grow on his scalp, stiff like steel brushes and not very long.

”Good, I didn’t go bald, although I don’t really care about my appearance. But if I did become bald and started using Shaolin Martial Arts, I might actually be mistaken for a Shaolin Monk.”

Jiang Dali laughed heartily, touched his newly grown eyebrows, and then had his subordinates bring in water for his bath.

Several female players, having been trained and instructed, brought in the bathwater, excited yet nervous.

Seeing Jiang Dali dressed in a tiger skin skirt, with his imposing physique, their cheeks turned red, their faces burned, and they fumbled clumsily.

”Who came up with this idea, actually knowing how to train female players to bring me bathwater?”

Jiang Dali eyed each extremely nervous yet expectant female player, stroked his chin with a suspicious look, and quickly thought of Xiong Ba.

In the mountain village, probably only this old old-timer knew how to train women to utilize their strengths in dealing with men.

But these are female players.

If he really wanted to do something, these female players could log off at any time.

However, if they forced log-off during combat, their bodies would remain in place, unconscious.

So, in situations they can’t resist, players can mentally escape but cannot physically do so, which is probably one of the least friendly aspects of the Mixed Martial Arts World towards players.

Jiang Dali casually dismissed these conflicted female players and jumped into the barrel himself to wash off the dirt on his body.

He had no interest in women.

His ambition lay entirely in conquering all sides, not in toiling away in muddy fields.

As the female players left the Great Village Chief’s courtyard, their nervousness dissipated, replaced by frustration, doubt, and relief.

”We’re not ugly, are we? The Great Village Chief really had no interest in us just now?”

”What if he really had intentions, would you really let this NPC have his way? I was so nervous just now.”

”A man as robust as the Great Village Chief, so what if he’s an NPC? I truly do want to have interactions that surpass boundaries with such a robust man, ah! Those strong pectoral muscles of the Great Village Chief, wow, they feel even larger than mine, so powerful, so exciting.”

”You... shameless wench! How could you... how could, even if possible, you shouldn’t forget our sisterhood.”

”Step aside, I was here first, we follow the rule of first come, first served.”

...

Meanwhile.

Heavenly Mountain Misty Peak—Lingjiu Palace.

The moonlight was like silk, in the northern horizon where clouds parted, a bright star hung motionlessly, and a pigeon sliced through the night sky falling toward an attic on the mountainside.

Pfft!

The pigeon hadn’t even entered the window before it was struck by a black shadow and fell to the ground, flapping twice before it died violently.

A graceful figure stepped out from the attic, glanced indifferently at the pigeon, sighed, and still picked up and read the message tied to its leg...”