Seeing Xie Yanran's utmost reverence for the Ultimate Level, Feng Yin couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.
"An Ultimate Level... a humanoid monster?" he wondered. "The limits of humanity in this world are truly high. I just wonder if there are so-called 'Supernatural Powers'..."
He pondered silently. After arriving in this world, he had already defected from his formerly staunch materialist camp—after all, transmigration existed here. Furthermore, he possessed a Golden Finger that had transformed from a game. Now, even if someone told him that Gods and Demons existed in this world, he would readily believe it.
Xie Yanran smiled faintly. "In short, the attack on the Ren Sheng Group is a great thing for now. However, we must also guard against them suddenly going mad and implicating us. Let's lie low for these next few days and get through the bidding arena match first.
"I see you've been putting in considerable effort in your Cultivation. How is your progress with the Dragon Transformation practice?"
Feng Yin answered earnestly, "Not bad. I followed your instructions and repeatedly tried entering the Dragon Transformation State. Yesterday, when I first learned it, it took about ten seconds to build up. Now, that preparation time has been shortened to around five seconds."
Xie Yanran had been smiling noticeably more over the past few days. Hearing about Feng Yin's Cultivation progress, she chuckled again. "You truly are a genius, but it's still not enough. In actual combat, an expert won't give you five seconds.
"You need to be able to activate it with absolute certainty within three seconds, and ultimately, you must reach the point where you can trigger it instantly at any moment!"
Feng Yin obediently nodded.
Time flew by.
Four days had passed since Feng Yin learned the Dragon Transformation and subsequently transformed into the Black Armor Swordsman to attack the Ren Sheng Group.
That night, after finishing his evening exercises, Feng Yin took a quick rinse and returned to his room. Any resource was extraordinarily expensive in Sin City, and using water to bathe was considered quite a wasteful luxury. A burly man in the Tongzi Building working hard hauling goods all day would barely earn enough to eat, leaving just enough to afford a "bath" perhaps once every five days.
However, Feng Yin was now a "student" acknowledged by Hong Yuan and personally taught by Xie Yanran. Furthermore, he was set to represent the Tongzi Building in the upcoming bidding match in just a few days. Therefore, no one minded or complained about the fact that he hadn't been working lately while freely consuming various resources.
To put it bluntly, in the eyes of the others, someone who learned a few hasty moves just to plunge into a live combat arena was essentially signing a death warrant. Since he was willing to throw his life away for everyone's sake, what did it matter if he used a few resources?
Feng Yin moved the table to block the door, drew the curtains over the window, and then sat down on the wooden bedframe. By now, he had practically adapted to life in Sin City. Aside from the inconveniences of using the bathroom and bathing, there wasn't anything too difficult to endure. One could only say that humans were creatures with Extremely Strong adaptability.
Mostly, it was because this world possessed things that didn't exist on Earth—Martial Arts and powerhouses—in addition to conventional civilization and science. Naturally, this gave Feng Yin a profound sense of pursuit and desire.
Of course, this wasn't to say that Earth lacked fighting and weapon techniques, nor that it lacked experts highly skilled in Martial Arts. Rather, the Martial Arts and powerhouses of this world completely surpassed the boundaries of realistic comprehension on Earth.
A Fierce-level Powerhouse shattered the limits of the human body, possessing physical capabilities several times greater than an ordinary person. Whether it was physical power, Speed, or reflexes, they were all exceptionally formidable.
An Instant Level powerhouse not only had a stronger physique but also possessed the miraculous ability to See Through, allowing them to accurately discern the intentions of others and perfectly anticipate enemy moves.
An Absolute Powerhouse was a rarity in the world; each and every one could only be described as a monster wearing human skin.
And the Martial Arts Skills utilized by these experts were even more Extraordinary. They featured mystical Breathing Techniques and ultimate techniques known as Fixed Forms, capable of instantly unleashing unbelievable power.
Although he had yet to see any indication of Supernatural Energy or similar phenomena, in practical application, the combat prowess these powerhouses exerted simply by relying on their muscles and bones was already on par with the "masters" in some of the wuxia works Feng Yin had read.
At this point, there was no need to say more—Feng Yin also wanted to become such a powerhouse. Even if he already possessed the Supernatural reliance of the Armor, it was incredibly difficult to resist the allure of this "inherent strength."
To grow stronger, and then recklessly unleash violence in battle... it was a romantic fantasy every man had harbored at some point. It was just that during the process of growing up, under the domestication of civilized society and the constraints of order, this ultimate romance would slowly devolve into adolescent memories, eventually drowning in an increasingly ordinary life.
But things were different now.
Feng Yin lowered his head, staring at his slowly clenching fists. He could feel his body presently brimming with explosive power. It wasn't just the hidden bonuses granted by the Armor, but also the physical enhancement he had achieved through Cultivation during this period.
If his original physical Strength was "1," then his Strength after the Armor's hidden bonuses would be "2.5." And now, after a mere ten days of Cultivation, his physical Strength had rapidly increased, likely growing from "2.5" to "3."
Indeed, the Jiao Swordsmanship paired with the Dragon Transformation Breathing Technique possessed such miraculous effects.
According to Xie Yanran, when one first began cultivating the Dragon Transformation Breathing Technique, there would be a period of rapid physical enhancement. The Cultivator would distinctly feel their bodily functions growing stronger every day. And as an Innate Martial Artist with a naturally robust physique, Feng Yin's growth from Cultivation was even more pronounced.
Of course, whether one was an Innate Martial Artist or not, only those with the potential to become a powerhouse could grow stronger through Cultivating a Breathing Technique. If a person lacked this potential, no matter how hard they worked or squeezed their limits, it would be extremely difficult for them to break through human limits and become a Superhuman.
Even if ordinary people attempted to Cultivate a Breathing Technique, not only would they fail to improve their physique, but it would actually harm their bodies. If they stubbornly forced themselves to Cultivate, minor consequences would involve damage to the lungs, organs, bones, and muscles. Severe cases would result in internal bleeding, muscle atrophy, and incurable lifelong disabilities—these were Xie Yanran's exact words.
Fortunately, looking at his current situation, not only did Feng Yin possess the potential of a powerhouse, but he was also exceptionally gifted. Perhaps this potential originated from the mysterious Armor. It was also possible that Feng Yin's now-youthful body had been subjected to some mysterious influence during the transmigration process. But regardless, he was indeed growing stronger now, stronger by the day.
Putting his thoughts away, Feng Yin lay down. He glanced at the dark red Double-headed Trident mark on the back of his right hand, a faint look of anticipation on his face.
His first "entry" occurred on the night he transmigrated to this world. The second time was five days after the first, and today marked the end of the second five-day cycle.
So, was it possible that he would enter that game again tonight?
Carrying this hope, Feng Yin quickly drifted into dreamland.
Late at night.
Feng Yin fell into a state of Depth sleep.
On the back of his right hand, the dark red mark slowly lit up, shining with a scarlet Light.
Falling, sinking—
As if plummeting into an endless abyss of the deep sea.