Doomsday: Gain experience by hunting

Mental strength influencing reality, mental strength materializing.

Psychokinesis, telekinesis...

The moment the food box flew up, many words flashed through Tang Wen's mind.

A moment of distraction, and the mental strength disconnected.

With a thud.

The food box fell to the ground again.

He was extremely hungry at this moment, his stomach and all the organs in his body revolting together.

If a pig appeared in front of him, he might even chew it raw.

Driven by instinct, Tang Wen disregarded everything, lunged forward on all fours, and lifted the food box.

A few thin slices of meat went down.

Soft and chewy, with a hint of spiciness.

One bite of satisfaction.

His strength recovered slightly.

Escaping the state of extreme hunger.

After all, this was the meat of a transcendent beast.

Ten minutes passed, and ten kilograms of transcendent beast meat went down.

Tang Wen lay on the ground in a large sprawl, letting out a satisfied burp.

The body's fatigue and sense of power assailed him together.

Mentally, he was both excited, clear-headed, and tired.

It was like some kind of sage moment after a night of fierce fighting.

He didn't rush to explore what the strengthening of his physical and mental state had brought.

He went straight back to the bedroom, strengthened his resolve, took off his clothes, fell onto the bed, and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

"What time is it?"

After waking up, Tang Wen looked outside and saw that it was still night, casually asking.

In the house, the charming widow A Shui quickly brought him hot tea:

"Master! You've been sleeping for a day. It's time for the usual late-night snack now."

Her tone was filled with deep worry.

Tang Wen had slept for too long.

No matter how they called, they couldn't wake him up.

After thinking about it, she said, "Master, the way you slept was frightening. If your breathing hadn't been even and your pulse strong, we would have already gone to the gang for help."

Touching her delicate face, Tang Wen grinned, "Don't you know if your master's body is good or not?"

He wrapped his arms around her plump waist.

"Ah! Master, please don't. You've slept for so long, is it because you're usually too... alas!"

Her words were interrupted by action.

An hour later.

The woman was like a puppet with its strings cut, collapsing directly onto the bed.

Tang Wen frowned.

The feeling of being refreshed and invigorated was completely absent, and he was now even more irritable.

Finished!

After his physique was enhanced.

It was even harder to obtain happiness.

After eating some transcendent beast meat, Tang Wen walked into the training room in the backyard again.

His physique and mental strength both broke through the threshold of ten.

Quantitative change accumulated, reaching qualitative change.

Chī!

Tang Wen used only 50% of his strength to deeply stab his forearm with the sharp, three-edged blade.

"As expected, the three-edged blade is still the sturdiest."

Looking at the several daggers that had just shattered, Tang Wen was stunned, thinking of an even bigger problem - the wounds inflicted by the three-edged blade seemed to be unable to heal.

This?

Careless!

He was just testing his physique.

Why take this risk?

Waves of pain assailed him.

He quickly used the hand holding the three-edged blade to open the medicine box.

Finding gauze, he cut it into long strips, poured on medicinal powder, and prepared to bandage it.

Looking down.

At the location of the left forearm, the several-centimeter-deep wound created by the three-edged blade had already formed a layer of blood scabs.

The bleeding had stopped.

Only a few minutes had passed?

Hiss!

This effect was a bit too exaggerated, wasn't it?

Tang Wen was both surprised and delighted.

The joy was self-evident.

What was surprising was, if his physique became stronger and stronger in the future, how would he obtain unbridled happiness?

Furthermore, what if he was discovered by someone?

For example, discovered by the higher-ups of the Blackwater Gang.

Would they pull him away to find a group of doctors to study him?

Tang Wen's expression changed again and again.

He had to conceal it well.

He had to act cautiously.

Once someone saw it, well, then they would be out of luck.

Although his left hand recovered quickly, it was temporarily unsuitable for strenuous exercise or punching.

He sat cross-legged on the ground and began testing his transformed mental strength.

Shuā!

His gaze focused, his spirit concentrated.

The three-edged bayonet, stained with blood, floated up gently, then suddenly accelerated, shooting straight towards the wall.

His mental strength was too strong.

Tang Wen raised his hand and rubbed his temples, relaxing his tense mind.

Pā嗒.

The three-edged bayonet dropped from a position half a person's height, landing on the stone bricks.

His mental strength was too weak again.

He sighed helplessly.

Mental strength output was a completely new field for him.

There was no good way.

He would just have to grind it out!

Tang Wen didn't rush to try using mental strength to manipulate objects again.

Instead, he began to study [Mental Meditation Technique, Beginner (500/500)]

This morning, he discovered that the moment his mental strength broke through last night.

The Mental Meditation Technique, which was originally only at the Beginner (119/500) level, had its proficiency increase rapidly.

It directly maxed out the Beginner level's proficiency.

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This meditation technique came from Bai Youruo and was a method cultivated by the direct line of the Bai family, not some common, widely available technique.

When visualizing and tempering the spirit.

One needs to outline tadpole-like pictographic characters in the mind, doing dynamic meditation, to achieve the effect of strengthening mental strength.

Outlining ten characters is the entry level.

Outlining eighteen characters and maintaining them is minor success.

Outlining thirty-six characters and making them shine together in the mind is major success.

Outlining forty-nine characters and making them rotate in an orderly fashion, flashing in sequence, is perfection.

To practice to major success, one must at least be in the Transcendent realm.

The characters required for meditation are very similar to the ancient seal script of his previous life.

However, Tang Wen hadn't studied it in his previous life.

He just felt like they were similar.

Even if they were really ancient seal script, he wouldn't be able to understand what they meant.

One character, two characters... ten characters, easily outlined, without the slightest pressure.

He concentrated and carefully observed the shapes and strokes of the other characters.

Then, he closed his eyes and meditated, completing them in one go.

Eighteen characters appeared in his mind at the same time.

[Mental Meditation Technique, Beginner → Entry Level (1/1000)]

[Spirit: 10.81 → 10.91]

The advancement was smooth.

The itching and refreshing sensation of the slight increase in mental strength.

Made him sincerely let out a comfortable and satisfied sigh.

It wasn't over yet.

The eighteen characters, in his mind's visualization, slowly began to rise and fall with his breathing.

[Mental Meditation Technique, Entry Level (1→19→31→…→363/1000)]

The characters flickered slightly.

The state gradually stabilized.

The proficiency of [Mental Meditation Technique] could be described as soaring.

Three days passed in a flash.

Undisturbed, he did many tests.

Because his mental strength had undergone a qualitative change.

All of Tang Wen's visualization martial arts were more powerful than before!

The power of the Flying Locust Stone and Mountain-Opening Cannon Fist was estimated to have increased by 30%.

And what made him most satisfied was the improvement of the visualization martial art [Golden Bell Shield].

The Golden Bell Shield, which could only cover half of his body, could now cover Tang Wen's entire body with a layer of pitch-black defense.

Plus, his hair was already black.

After exerting all his strength, he transformed into a "little black kid."

Touching the black barrier on the surface of his skin.

He once again courted death, taking out the three-edged bayonet.

Chī!

He immediately used 50% of his strength.

The black left arm, which had just been injured, didn't even feel a stinging pain.

60%!

Slight stinging pain.

70%!

Not only was there a clear stinging pain, but it also left a clear white mark on Tang Wen's skin.

80%!

His arm was bleeding.

But the experiment wasn't over.

With a slight thought, Tang Wen transformed from the "black kid" state to half-body black.

The defense instantly increased by a cup.

80% strength!

No breaking defense.

Full-force strike!

Dāng!

There was a faint sound of metal clashing.

Tang Wen's eyes lit up.

Full force without breaking defense, should he try explosive power?

Holding the three-edged bayonet in his hand, looking at his little black hand.

He hesitated.