37: Chapter 37 Bloodbath Maniac VS Weapon Master, Ultimate Power VS Ultimate Change

Hu Jinsi returned home, and the first thing he did was lock himself in the bathroom.

As the hot water poured down, he was still reviewing the final half-day of fighting in the Cold Plains. Rakanishu's lightning, the chaotic rocks in the Stony Field, the gray-white rock walls in the Underground Cave. All these images were washed away by the water, leaving only one thought: Level 7, time to draw a specialty.

He turned off the shower, dried his body, and fished out the cleanest set of training clothes from his wardrobe to put on. He sat cross-legged on the bed, with a meditation cushion in front of him, and the prayer beads on his wrist glowing with a warm luster under the light. He pressed his palms together, bowed to the empty air, and muttered something.

"Oh Lord of the Bathroom, please bless me..."

Halfway through the chanting, he couldn't help but laugh. It was clearly just a simple specialty draw, but he had turned it into some kind of cult ritual. It was all because he'd read too many novels in his past life; he always felt that such moments required a sense of ritual, as if as long as the process was mystical enough, the world consciousness would be moved by his sincerity and hide the worst option among the three.

[Do you wish to spend 6400 experience points to draw a Level 7 class specialty?]

"Yes."

The panel expanded, three options shimmering with a pale golden light, slowly rotating in the depths of his consciousness.

[Combat Focus: You refine the wildness of street brawling into a master's exquisite art. Fists, feet, and exotic weapons in your hands are no longer a release of brute force, but keys to precisely dismantling the enemy's structural framework. Every Heavy Strike contains a penetrating force that shatters tendons and bones and steals the center of gravity. Effect: You gain the Critical Strike Mastery effect for unarmed attacks. When your unarmed attack crits, you can attempt to knock the opponent down (based on Agility check). If you possess the "Monastery Weapon Training" specialty, all your trained monk weapons also gain the Critical Strike Mastery effect.]

[Chi Torpedo: You are no longer satisfied with basic rolling dodges and infuse your legs with surging Chi, turning into a torrent that rushes across the ground. This is no longer a simple displacement, but allows you to transform into a humanoid torpedo, tearing through the air at a speed far beyond reason, leaving fleeting afterimages on the battlefield. Effect: This specialty replaces your basic displacement skill "Roll". (Chi Torpedo: Dash in a specified direction for approximately 10-27 meters. After the dash ends, your movement speed increases by 30% for 10 seconds. This acceleration effect can stack up to 2 layers. This ability has 2 Charges. One Charge is automatically restored every 15 seconds.)]

[Deflect Arrows: You have grasped the method of "breaking straight with round" to discharge force. Facing incoming arrows and stones, you do not resist head-on, but guide them along, causing their force to dissipate like mud cows entering the sea. If you have time, you can even borrow the opponent's momentum to return this deadly object exactly as it is. Effect: When you are hit by a ranged weapon attack, you can reduce this damage (based on Agility and Monk level). If the damage is reduced to 0, you can catch the projectile and throw it back later.]

Hu Jinsi's gaze scanned back and forth over the three options.

Deflect Arrows was an old friend returning to the factory. Just two days ago in the dungeon, he had sworn that he would definitely choose it the next time he saw it. But at this moment, his gaze was as if stuck by a magnet, firmly nailed to the three words [Chi Torpedo].

"Call me a scumbag if you must," he excused himself in his heart, "What are promises in the face of survival?"

Chi Torpedo was undoubtedly a superior replacement for Roll. It not only solved the regret that Roll could not cover the full movement distance, but also allowed for stacking movement speed after the dash ended, up to two layers, lasting for ten seconds. This meant he could perform ultra-long-distance maneuvers on the battlefield, whether chasing, fleeing, or flanking, the efficiency was a dimension higher than rolling around on the ground.

The only regret was losing the dodge bonus against ranged attacks. But Hu Jinsi recalled slightly; the style of this specialty most likely came from WoW. Run fast, and ranged attacks naturally won't hit. As for how to explain it to the squad...

He rubbed his chin and quickly came up with a pretext. Anyway, he had never told his teammates that he had the Roll skill. In the future, he would just say that he felt rolling on the ground didn't look good and wasn't fast enough, so he decided to stand up and use Parkour instead. Can a Monk's business be called lying? That's called a movement style iteration.

As for Combat Focus, it was also very powerful, but currently he could only get half the effect. He would get Monastery Weapon Training sooner or later; after all, it included nunchucks. As a former "old boy," a childhood without nunchucks was incomplete. But the performance of this specialty was too unstable, requiring a critical hit to trigger, and after triggering, it depended on the difference in attributes between the two sides. When facing boss monsters or elite monsters, attribute checks were often at a disadvantage, likely leading to an awkward situation of "not triggering when needed, and not needing it when triggered."

"So, this choice of one out of three..."

Hu Jinsi took a deep breath and locked his consciousness onto the panel.

"Select, Chi Torpedo."

The panel shook gently, and the pale golden light poured into the meridians of his legs. He felt the Chi in his Dantian ignite, burning all the way from his thigh muscles to the soles of his feet, and his whole body felt so light that he could float away at any moment.

[Level 7 additional specialty unlocked: Chi Torpedo]

Hu Jinsi jumped off the bed and tried taking two steps in the bedroom. It was clearly just a normal stride, but he felt the ground flying backward. He quickly braked, fearing he would crash into the wall headfirst.

"This speed," he grinned, "In the next dungeon, even Blood Raven might not be able to outrun me."

After finishing meditation in the evening, Hu Jinsi finally had time to open the official live broadcast channel while shoveling down leftovers.

The Freshman Tournament regional qualifiers had reached the finals stage, and the final list of participants for the national tournament would be decided in the next few days. He hadn't paid much attention to it, but someone in the class group was spamming, saying there was a focus match tonight on the "debate between new and old professions."

He didn't know until he looked; it was quite surprising.

In the roster of finalists, there was actually a senior named Lai Yifu, who appeared with a brand new extraordinary profession. Especially since his basic profession was still Soldier, the same Soldier as Lin Rui.

Besides that, Senior Xiao Gu, who had previously entered the loser's bracket, had fought his way back again. However, the Silence Warlock who had once defeated him had Fallen halfway, reportedly encountering some barbarian advancement and being sent away by a series of unreasonable basic attacks.

Similar to the annual freshman tournament finals, most of the professions that could reach the finals were extraordinary professions that had been verified for decades or even hundreds of years. These professions had complete skill systems, and some seniors had even reached the legendary stage, leaving behind valuable experience.

But obviously, for the audience, what they expected to see was something new. Therefore, occasional combat footage of new professions would attract everyone's attention and excitement.

The video Hu Jinsi clicked on was the live broadcast of the semi-final where Senior Lai Yifu's [Bloodthirsty Berserker] faced off against a [Weapon Master].

The broadcast began.

On one side was the Bloodthirsty Berserker.

Although Hu Jinsi didn't know the specific style of this profession, just from the aura, Lai Yifu didn't feel like a human anymore. His muscles were knotted like rocks, and his skin was covered with a layer of crimson blood mist formed by ruptured capillaries; the whole person looked like he had just been fished out of a pool of blood. He had no tactics, no strategy, not even a basic defensive stance. It was as if his very existence was a loophole in the laws of physics.

The opponent was the Weapon Master.

He stood tall with eyes as cold as a hawk. On his belt and back rack hung long swords, giant axes, war hammers, longbows, tridents, and even a long whip wrapped around his arm. He was a walking armory, with every weapon gleaming coldly under the light.

The moment the battle began, the Bloodthirsty Berserker moved.

He didn't need to "Charge" over at all, he just stepped. Every time his sole hit the ground, the earth of the martial arts arena surged like waves, and within a radius of more than ten meters centered on him, gravel was shattered into powder, and a visible ring of air blast expanded outward. The dust stirred up by the air blast was like a wall, crushing toward the Weapon Master.

The Weapon Master did not take it head-on. His right foot stomped hard on the ground, and his body borrowed the force to slide backward to the side, his movements flowing like clouds and water, barely avoiding the core range of the air blast. In the moment of sliding, his right hand had already drawn a meteor hammer with a chain from his waist, not swinging it, but smashing it downward.

The hammer head hit the ground heavily, and a ripple as transparent as water spread rapidly along the ground, precisely grazing the Bloodthirsty Berserker's ankle.

The Berserker's massive body swayed slightly for the first time.

This was exactly the opening the Weapon Master wanted.

Just as the Berserker's old force was spent and new force had not yet arisen, the Weapon Master reached out with his left hand, and the giant axe from his waist was already in hand. Borrowing the momentum of his turn, he twisted his entire body's strength into a rope, and from bottom to top, a Mountain-Crushing Slash cleaved straight at the side of the Berserker's knee joint, the most fragile connection point between muscle and bone.

The axe blade tore through the blood mist, emitting a piercing scream, but the moment it touched the skin, it was bounced off by the Bloodthirsty Berserker's instantly tensed muscles. Sparks flew, but it failed to break the defense.

"So tough!" Hu Jinsi exclaimed incoherently, with half a steamed bun stuffed in his mouth. He had seen many settings of "steel bones and iron muscles" in his past life, but this was the first time he could feel that inhuman texture even through the screen.

The Bloodthirsty Berserker was enraged. He retracted his fists, his arm muscles expanded like balloons, and the density of the blood mist instantly doubled. He compressed all his body's strength into his right fist, and the air in front of his fist was squeezed into a white-hot shockwave, then blasted out.

When that punch was thrown, the air in the center of the martial arts arena seemed to be drained, forming a visible vacuum tunnel. Before the fist arrived, the floor tiles had already flipped backward like dominoes, and the gravel was stirred up by the fist wind, shooting toward the surrounding protective barrier like bullets, causing the light screen to tremble wildly.

The Weapon Master's eyes tightened. He knew that no light weapon could stop this blow. Without hesitation, he abandoned the axe and grabbed the special heavy tower shield from his back with both hands. The shield face was more than a person tall, with thick metal edges embedded in the rim.

He did not Block, but faced the fist wind, thrusting the tower shield fiercely into the ground. The metal spikes at the bottom of the shield dug deep into the rock, and he and the shield merged into one, like a bunker welded to the ground.

"BOOM—!!!!"

Fist and shield met.

There was no sound of metal collision, only a blast that made the soul tremble. The huge impact force caused the Weapon Master's feet to plow two gullies several meters long on the ground, and gravel and dust were lifted into the air by the air wave. But he held the shield firmly, his heels hooked into the ground, and he didn't retreat an inch.

Blood mist and dust churned violently in front of him, dyeing him into a crimson stone statue.

Hu Jinsi forgot to chew the steamed bun in his hand. He complained crazily in his heart: Is this a fucking human demolition team? Even those superhero movies from his past life weren't this outrageous. Lai Yifu's profession simply didn't make sense; it was purely using brute force to rub the laws of physics on the ground.

But the Weapon Master was clearly no pushover either.

The moment the Bloodthirsty Berserker retracted his fist to prepare for the next strike, the Weapon Master flashed out from behind the tower shield. His right hand had already switched to a short-handled war hammer, his left hand held a small round shield, and his figure moved like a ghost close to the Berserker's side, the war hammer specifically striking joints, and the round shield blocking and countering. Every attack did not seek to cause heavy damage, but only to leave a hidden injury on the Bloodthirsty Berserker that limited his movement.

The Berserker roared and swung his arms, trying to grab this annoying fly, but the Weapon Master was like a slippery loach, always slipping through his fingers at the last moment, while leaving a new wound.

The battle lasted for nearly ten minutes.

Eventually, the Bloodthirsty Berserker's stamina began to drop—or rather, his style of trading injuries for kills finally saw the accumulated hidden injuries erupt. His right knee suddenly went soft during a step, and his figure showed visible sluggishness.

This was the moment the Weapon Master had been waiting for.

He discarded the shield, retreated, and pulled an anti-materiel giant crossbow almost as tall as a person from behind. The crossbow body was made of some kind of black alloy, the string was twisted animal tendon, and the arrowhead of the bolt shimmered with dark blue armor-piercing runes.

The Bloodthirsty Berserker tried to rush over, but the injury to his knee turned his Charge into a stumbling lunge.

"WHOOSH—!!!"

The bolt left the string, and a sonic boom exploded in the martial arts arena. The arrow precisely pierced the Bloodthirsty Berserker's right shoulder, the armor-piercing runes exploded inside him, and the crimson blood mist dissipated instantly like a popped balloon. The Berserker's massive body was carried backward by the impact of the bolt, slamming heavily onto the ground, dragging a bloodstain over ten meters long on the floor.

The referee intervened immediately, and medical personnel rushed into the field.

The video froze on the scene of the Weapon Master putting away the giant crossbow and saluting his Fallen opponent.

Hu Jinsi swallowed the last bite of the steamed bun, picked up his water cup and took a gulp, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

The [Bloodthirsty Berserker]'s debut wasn't perfect, but it certainly left a deep impression on everyone. That pure, unreasonable aesthetic of violence made people feel suffocated even through the screen. Especially since this senior was only a freshman and should have just changed professions recently, many skills had not been mastered. Unlike the [Weapon Master] whose various tactics had already been developed very well.

Hu Jinsi had no doubt that Lin Rui would also pay attention to this match tonight. After all, the other party's basic profession was also Soldier, and Lin Rui was working hard in the direction of a Weapon Master.

"The extreme of force, the extreme of variation..." Hu Jinsi muttered, turning off the live stream, "If Lin Rui saw this, he'd probably add extra training for himself again."

In the blink of an eye, it was Friday, the day to return to school for class.

As soon as the three of them stepped into the classroom, they felt the atmosphere was different from usual. Although a few classmates came over to ask them about the strength of the boss-level monsters in the Cold Plains, it was a minority. Most of the classmates in the class were gathered in the back of the classroom, surrounding the Gunpowder Squad in layers.

"You guys are just too ridiculously wealthy and inhumane!" a boy wearing glasses shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with grief and indignation. "Can you not give us ordinary people a way out? You guys keep doing this, and it's putting so much pressure on me! My parents lecture me every day, and you've become the 'neighbor's kid' in their mouths!"

"Exactly, exactly," a girl nearby chimed in, holding a notebook, clearly recording something. "My mom said to me yesterday, 'Look at Gunpowder Squad, they're in their second year of high school too, and they've already reached ten thousand kills. You can't even kill a wild boar properly.'"

"Ten thousand kills, huh," another boy, usually quite calm, couldn't help but chime in. "It's a question of whether my total kill count has even reached ten thousand yet. You guys got ten thousand in a week? Is that even reasonable?"

Chen Yu was surrounded in the center, a shy yet irrepressibly proud smile on his face, spinning a modified pistol in his hand. Zhou Hao was burying his head in repairing a sensor damaged by a Licker, while Li Hao pushed up his glasses and began calculating for everyone in all seriousness: "Actually, it's not as exaggerated as you think. It's mainly because the terrain was suitable, there were an absurd number of zombies, and we were fighting a positional battle…"

"Don't be modest," Hu Jinsi, Lin Rui, and Su Wan passed by the outer edge of the crowd, and Hu Jinsi interjected, "This is just you guys paying to win and creating miracles. Admit it."

"Jinsi!" Li Hao looked up and saw them, his eyes lighting up. "You came at the right time; we were just about to thank you. The intel on Goldshire you gave us last time was a huge help."

"You're welcome." Hu Jinsi waved his hand and pulled Lin Rui and Su Wan to sit in an empty spot.

As for some of the more capable squads, they were concerned about something else. Nature Squad's Yi Chun, Sun Yao, and Zhen Kai squeezed over to Gunpowder Squad, primarily asking: "How exactly did you guys avoid the Lickers? According to feedback from the Jack-of-All-Trades Squad last week, Lickers are quite dangerous. Clearly, the fact that you all came out alive and unscathed is worth learning from."

Gunpowder Squad indicated that this was indeed due to tactics, but also due to spending money.

First, at the tactical level. They adopted a positional battle, rather than constantly maneuvering on the map like the Jack-of-All-Trades Squad. As long as they modified their pre-set battlefield completely, keeping only limited entrances and exits, they had already sealed off other exits during the early stages of modification. This made it impossible for monsters like Lickers to crawl in. Although those things had decent combat intelligence, facing tunnels sealed off with steel and concrete, they could only sigh at the walls.

Second, at the pay-to-win level. They did spend a lot of money installing infrared sensors in places they deemed potentially dangerous. They would sound an alarm whenever there was a risk. These sensors really did contribute, because when they first checked that shopping mall, they didn't find any Lickers inside. Lickers did indeed have, as the Jack-of-All-Trades Squad said, quite decent combat intelligence; they would sneak attack from unexpected angles at the most critical moments of a battle. Thanks to the infrared sensors detecting them in advance, the squad didn't suffer any casualties.

"Infrared sensors…" Lin Rui listened from the side and said in a low voice to Hu Jinsi, "This stuff isn't cheap, right?"

"Definitely not cheap," Hu Jinsi replied in a low voice, "But for them, these are production tools, not consumables. They can be used next time."

Just one trip to the Raccoon City dungeon, under the crushing power of pay-to-win, sent everyone in the Gunpowder Squad to the latter stage of level seven. By the time they met next week, they would all be level eight. Such performance really made other students in the class envious.

But after calming down and calculating, everyone realized that only Gunpowder Squad had this kind of strength. Because for them, many elements of this battle could be produced by their own professions, and producing these things could also earn them professional experience. So for them, this battle wasn't as much of a loss as outsiders imagined.

Just take Li Hao and Zhou Hao as examples; the two could not only provide mechanical modification, temporary gun enhancement, gun repair, ammunition production, as well as the production of various traps, strong acid, and scorching fire glue. Therefore, when calculated, their investment might actually not be as high as everyone thought, possibly even just barely into five figures. Because most of the ammunition could be processed by the Mechanic themselves; it just required a longer preparation time.

Although everyone knew zombies were poor and one couldn't recover much cost, this was a tangible efficiency of one week equaling two to three weeks for others.

Of course, in private, the members of Gunpowder Squad also expressed their gratitude to the members of the Jack-of-All-Trades Squad. Chen Yu slipped over to Hu Jinsi's seat during the break and lowered his voice: "We still have to thank you for providing us with the latest intel on Raccoon City, as well as the characteristics data of various zombies. It allowed us to improve a similar positional diversion tactic in Raccoon City. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have dared to play like that."

"Mutually beneficial," Hu Jinsi smiled and patted his shoulder, "Next time you have good equipment, remember to prioritize selling it to us."

There was nothing urgent in class this week, and since the gains from the last dungeon had already been sold by Liu Betti at the dungeon entrance in advance, the three of them were bored and soon found Liu Betti again. The four of them continued in the corner of the activity room from last time, starting to prepare for next week's activities.

The activity room was piled with discarded desks and chairs. The four of them sat around a table with a missing leg, with notebooks, mobile phones, and product catalogs downloaded from the professional mall spread out on the table.

"Let's set the tone first," Hu Jinsi spun the prayer beads on his wrist twice and began, "Next week's goal: Bishibosh. Tactical core: stop the resurrection cycle. Means: destroy the corpses or make the corpses disappear."

Liu Betti hugged her Soul-Sucking Short Bow and nodded: "I've also checked a lot of information in the past two days. Incineration, holy water, strong acid, body bags, and the pit you mentioned last time, all are listed."

"Let's analyze them one by one," Lin Rui took out his little notebook, which was still stained with dirt from the Stony Field, "Score them based on four dimensions: ease of use, price, difficulty of acquisition, and delivery time."

First is incineration.

"Torches and Molotov cocktails can burn things," Su Wan counted on her fingers, "but the corpses of Fallen are dark red demon skin, which has a very high ignition point. Ordinary flames need to burn for a long time to completely destroy them, and there is fire everywhere on the battlefield, which easily causes friendly fire. Convenience is low, and efficiency is also low."

Second is holy water.

"Orthodox holy water is outrageously expensive," Hu Jinsi turned the phone screen to show everyone; it displayed the price on the official church mall, "A small bottle of fifty milliliters is three hundred credit points, and you have to book it three days in advance. If we use this to pour on Fallen, we aren't pouring on demons, we are pouring money."

Then there is strong acid.

"Strong acid corrosion is indeed fast," Liu Betti frowned, "but it's dangerous to carry; if the bottle breaks, you hurt yourself first. Moreover, strong acid is a controlled item in the dungeon, and none of our professions meet the purchase conditions. Purchase requires a teacher's signature, and we don't have time."

Body bags.

"The kind commonly used by Necromancers," Hu Jinsi gestured, "the cheapest one costs eighty credit points each, one-time use. A bag can hold at most two Fallen corpses, and after it's full, someone has to be specifically responsible for carrying the bag and stuffing it into the backpack. Assigning a 'corpse collector' specifically on the battlefield is too much of a waste of manpower."

Finally, the pit.

"Theoretically feasible," Lin Rui added expressionlessly, "but as I said last time, it's quite a waste of me."

The four discussed it, only to find that these conventional means were either too expensive, too troublesome, or too dangerous.

Just then, Liu Betti suddenly remembered something and pulled up a screenshot from her phone: "Wait, I saw something in a niche dungeon trading area last night."

The screenshot showed a turbid liquid contained in a broken glass bottle, with the label reading: [blood-cleansing bottle].

"It comes from a dungeon called 'Demon Castle Under the Moon', and it's a throwing item similar to holy water," Liu Betti explained. "It is said that this liquid drops very frequently in that dungeon, just as frequently as the Bone Essence that drops when we kill skeletons in the Cold Plains. It's just that these dropped liquids can only be used as throwing weapons and do not possess the medical effects of external application or internal consumption like other holy water."

She paused and read the description on the item note: "In the Demon Castle, this stuff is called [blood-cleansing bottle]; it is the residue left after the evil energy is purified when undead creatures are killed, and it is used as a grenade in broken glass bottles; while in the church's sanctuary, the one that is grandly enshrined, obtained only after the bishop prays for three days and three nights for a spoonful, is called [holy water]."

Hu Jinsi's eyes lit up: "How much?"

"Ten credit points a bottle," Liu Betti said.

"Ten?!" Su Wan almost jumped off her chair, "Church holy water is three hundred for fifty milliliters, and this stuff is ten bucks a bottle?"

"Large quantity and satisfying," Liu Betti nodded, "And the dungeon of origin is near the north, so it has already achieved same-day delivery here in Wei City. Order today, receive it before school ends, and there's time to test it tomorrow."

Hu Jinsi immediately made the decision: "This is it. Cheap, large quantity, use it as soon as you throw it, no extra operation needed. Next week when we fight Bishibosh, we'll each carry twenty bottles, and whenever we encounter a Fallen corpse, we'll smash one, let's see how it resurrects."

"Twenty bottles is only two hundred credit points," Lin Rui did the math, "For the four of us, that's eighty bottles, eight hundred credit points. Not even a fraction of the fraction of what we sold our equipment for last time."

"This is called dimensional reduction strike," Hu Jinsi grinned, "Using the residue from the Demon Castle to hit the demon's lackeys is perfectly reasonable."

Su Wan placed the order on the professional mall on the spot. Hu Jinsi leaned back in his chair, laying his iron-clad long staff across his knees, and looked through the broken window of the activity room toward the distant playground: "Next week, Bishibosh, your resurrection cycle is coming to an end."

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[Bloodthirsty Brawler]

[Core Professional Positioning: Humanoid Disaster. You are not a skill-based warrior; you are a walking force field of destruction. Your muscle fibers will tear the air, and every breath you take carries bloody steam.]

[Professional Introduction: Ordinary people practice martial arts, stopping at tendons and bones; the strong forge their bodies, reaching the peak of Qi and blood. And you have already surpassed the limits of humanity. Your muscles are no longer flesh and blood, but boiling boilers; your fists are no longer bones, but shells out of the chamber. When the blood mist sprays from your pores, when your roar shatters the surrounding rocks, you become the purest weapon of destruction on the battlefield.]

[Professional Characteristics: Your strength attribute and body size will temporarily skyrocket during battle. Your attacks not only cause physical damage but also carry deterrence and crushing effects. Your very existence is the ultimate psychological deterrence to the enemy.]

[Professional Specialty — Blood Rampage: No longer constrained by the conventional "strength limit." During battle, your muscles will swell due to congestion. Your size is considered increased by one tier (e.g., Medium → Large), gaining corresponding bonuses to load and grappling. (Unlocked with level improvement) The blood mist pervading your body will cause all enemies within line of sight to make a Will save; failure results in being inflicted with Fear (unable to approach you). (Unlocked with level improvement) Your attacks ignore the target's hardness/bludgeoning resistance and deal double damage to constructs and objects.]

[Professional Skill — Gatling Fist: Your fists are no longer flesh and blood, but two Gatling guns with infinite ammunition. Each swing carries a shriek that tears through the air, blasting enemies into the air like paper scraps until their bones are shattered. Effect: Perform continuous strikes on a single target (3-5 times). When activated, the fists generate crimson steam due to friction with the air at extreme speeds, with visual effects similar to an overheated gun barrel. (Unlocked with level improvement) Each hit deals moderate bludgeoning damage and forces the target to make a Constitution save. If the save fails, the action is interrupted (unable to counterattack, cast spells) and movement speed is reduced to zero.]

[Professional Skill — Cannon Fist: You compress your body's full strength into a single point on your fist, and the air before your fist is compressed into a visible shockwave. This punch, when thrown, is no longer killing, but 'erasing.' Effect: Consumes a 3-second action to Charge up, launching a single Heavy Strike. A hit deals massive bludgeoning damage and penetrates the target. If there are enemies or obstacles behind the target, it deals diminishing splash damage to subsequent targets. (Unlocked with level improvement) The ground/wall around the hit point collapses, forming difficult terrain.]

[Professional Skill — Final Cannon Fist · Blood Explosion (Core): Blood mist gushes from your seven orifices, and your skin cracks due to high temperature. This punch is the final sacrifice you offer to the God of Destruction after igniting your life and soul together. Often accompanied by your own "clothing explosion" Debuff. Effect: Must enter a critically injured state or consume 50% of your maximum health. Deals massive, non-reducible damage to all creatures within a cone range and knocks them back. After use, you gain the "Blood Rage" state (blood mist pervades your body, forming a Fear aura that lasts for several rounds).]

[Job Change/Advancement Conditions: Professional Requirement: Soldier or other melee professions that can use thermal weapons. Attribute Requirement: Strength ≥ 18 (True supernatural strength), Constitution ≥ 16 (Qi and blood like mercury) Specialty Requirement: Power Attack, Robust Physique, Super Armor Stance. Ritual Requirement: In a single mission, endure saturation attacks from thermal weapons/magitech weapons alone. In the siege, you refuse to retreat and also refuse simple defense. You choose to face all firepower directly, and your health must drop to 10% or below without falling. You need to remain conscious and angry in extreme pain throughout the process. Thereby gaining the qualification to comprehend "Blood Rampage," from then on, your muscles no longer fear mortal iron, and your fists are heavy artillery.]