274: Use pain to transform strength, use blood to build the body

The Rage Blood Overlord Body Martial Skill can be summarized in one sentence.

The more damage received, the stronger the temporary increase in strength.

It is purely a crazy Martial Skill.

It is a Martial Skill that fears no damage, exchanges injuries for injuries, gets more excited the more it fights, and becomes more frenzied the more it fights.

Of course, this increase also has a threshold.

Once the injury exceeds the pressure the body can withstand, death will still be the result.

However, at the moment of approaching death, the strength bonus provided by the Rage Blood Overlord Body will reach its peak.

It is also the most glorious moment before death.

Shen Bei currently does not know how much strength bonus it can provide.

He can only Cultivate it and then gauge it in actual combat.

It must be said that this Rage Blood Overlord Body Martial Skill is simply too suitable for Shen Bei!

As a quick-hitting whirlwind, he himself dislikes dodging; once he enters combat, he only wants to go head-to-head, drawing his blade and unleashing punches, fighting until the world turns upside down.

Although Shen Bei has used techniques, evasions, tactics, and so on, what truly excites him is a real man's direct clash.

That kind of unadorned, fist-to-flesh combat style enthralls Shen Bei the most, like an addiction, every cell in his body cheering and exhilarated.

But because almost all the opponents Shen Bei encountered before were cunning and treacherous, each one more insidious than the last.

Shen Bei also had to follow the crowd.

After all, with Shen Bei's current strength, he cannot yet disdain anyone.

Even against a Five-Rank Martial Artist, if the opponent's Martial Skill combination is more reasonable, Shen Bei wouldn't dare to charge in recklessly; he always has to act according to the situation.

And now, Shen Bei holds the Rage Blood Overlord Body Martial Skill book in his hand.

“Once I master this, I can be even more unrestrained.”

Previously, taking damage was just pure, wasted bleeding.

With the Rage Blood Overlord Body, it's different.

Every drop of blood increases strength!

Shen Bei flipped through the book, not missing a single line or word.

He carefully pondered and comprehended the cultivation method.

About an hour later.

Shen Bei's mouth twitched.

This Martial Skill is bizarre and overbearing; its cultivation method defies common sense, requiring the Cultivator to constantly endure physical torment and pain to enhance his own strength.

This is “transforming pain into power, forging the body with blood.”

Only then can one enter “Blood Rage Unification,” which is considered to have touched the threshold of the Rage Blood Overlord Body.

What else could Shen Bei say?

He took a deep breath, his breathing long and profound.

Start cultivating immediately!

Initially, the first thing Shen Bei had to do was to follow the instructions in the Rage Blood Overlord Body book: first, gather Qi and concentrate his mind, guiding the Qi and blood within his body to surge like a raging tide, strengthening every cell of his body.

Shen Bei cultivated this process alone for a full day and night.

By the second night, the intrinsic power originating from the essence of life began to overflow, an dark red Qi and blood aura encircling Shen Bei, like a fiercely burning flame.

Shen Bei slowly stood up and reined in his Qi and blood.

“The first step is complete.”

Shen Bei glanced around the basement; it lacked the conditions for cultivating the second step.

After a brief thought, Shen Bei walked out of the basement and left the villa.

He walked for a while within the military compound, turned a corner, and re-entered the underground area.

After verifying his identity, Shen Bei entered the prison.

He arrived at the interrogation room.

This place could be described as quite terrifying.

As soon as he stepped in.

An indescribable sense of oppression and terror washed over him, as if the air itself was heavy and damp, saturated with the wails of the tortured prisoners.

The room was not large, about a hundred square meters.

Various torture instruments were placed around the walls.

There were finger-crushing instruments with complex hinge structures, each component polished to a sharp point.

There were also some more common torture instruments, such as chains, shackles, and spiked boards, etc.

Another corner had a set of whips and branding irons hanging, with residual bloodstains and burn marks visible under the faint light.

It could be said that every torture instrument here exuded a bloody aura.

The military had no concept of human rights when dealing with these vicious criminals.

If they fell into their hands, they'd have to account for every sip of milk they had as a child.

A veritable Hell.

“But it suits my taste!”

Shen Bei clicked his tongue twice.

This place was perfectly tailored for “transforming pain into power, forging the body with blood.”

Shen Bei called out.

Soon, two guards came to the interrogation room with puzzled expressions.

The two of them knew Shen Bei, as he often hung around Bai Wei.

They were familiar faces.

The stout guard among them asked, “What's up?”

Shen Bei rubbed his hands and said very seriously, “Come, tie me to the torture rack, and then whip me!”

The other skinny guard frowned upon hearing this, and said in a joking tone, “Is the pressure too much? I can understand some people's strange fetishes, but this is an interrogation room, not the second floor of a bathhouse.”

The stout guard nodded, interjecting, but not abruptly, “Brother, I think you need a queen… we don't have one here.”

Shen Bei pursed his lips; his appearance was already very rugged, and now, with his serious expression, he resembled a sculpture under Michelangelo's knife.

“I'm not joking, I'm serious.” Shen Bei waved his hand, walked onto the torture rack by himself, and tied himself up: “Hurry up, don't waste time, use all kinds of torture instruments on me, let me feel the pain.”

The two guards exchanged glances, and the skinny guard immediately ran out.

The stout guard took a step forward, looking utterly shocked, and said in an agitated tone, “What kind of madness is this? Can you stop messing around? You're not a prisoner, why would we whip you?”

“You're really dragging your feet!”

Shen Bei was a little annoyed: “Just do what I tell you, you don't need to bear any responsibility.”

The stout guard rolled his eyes: “Then you play by yourself, I have to go back to patrol.”

“Wait a minute.”

Shen Bei called out, rubbing his chin and thinking for a moment.

He raised his hand and gave the stout guard's big face an electric punch.

This punch was neither light nor heavy, it didn't damage the bones, but it hurt a lot.

The stout guard clutched his face, stomped his feet, howling and grimacing in pain, his heart aching: “Shen Bei! Are you sick?! Why did you hit me?!”

Shen Bei's eyes flickered, looking earnest: “Look, I hit you for no reason, don't you want revenge? Come on, I'm just hanging on the torture rack, whip me hard, quickly, I can't wait.”

The stout guard was truly frightened by Shen Bei's madness.

He looked at Shen Bei's masochistic expression with a terrified look, slipped, and fell to the ground with a thud: “You… you… you have a problem with your brain, you should go to a mental hospital!”

The stout guard howled, crawling outwards: “Someone, get a car, there's a lunatic here!”

No sooner had he finished shouting than the door was pushed open.

The skinny guard led Bai Wei in.

Bai Wei first glanced at the sickly Shen Bei, her expression changed dramatically, then she looked around confusedly and asked, “What kind of madness is this?!”

Shen Bei waved his hand helplessly, telling the two guards to leave first.

“I need to Cultivate a Martial Skill that requires achieving the effect of ‘transforming pain into power, forging the body with blood.’”

Shen Bei spread his hands and continued, “To put it simply, it's about getting beaten.”

Bai Wei tilted her head suspiciously, frowning, and tentatively asked, “Blood King Overlord Body?”

Shen Bei: …

Shen Bei was a bit surprised, not expecting Bai Wei to also know about this Martial Skill.

But then he thought, Bai Wei is a Martial God, what hasn't she seen?

But Shen Bei still corrected her, “It's Rage Blood Overlord Body! How is your translation skill on the same level as my teacher's?”

Bai Wei's mouth twitched, she was choked for a moment, but she didn't show too much embarrassment, she narrowed her eyes, and her tone relaxed instead: “Why are you cultivating this? Isn't it just asking for abuse?”

“It's very practical, isn't it?”

“It does have some use in close-quarters combat,” Bai Wei said, changing her tone. “But as long as you choose the right opponent and have enough attack power, will you still give others a chance to beat you?”

“The battlefield changes rapidly, how can one always choose? If you encounter a strong opponent, do you just tuck your tail and run?”

Shen Bei's rhetorical question made Bai Wei laugh: “Alright, if you're willing, that's fine. Anyway, I don't think much of this Martial Skill. Back when I was in the underground caves, I beat many non-humans who knew this Martial Skill, and no matter how much they struggled, I still killed them.”

Shen Bei looked at Bai Wei, feeling a sense of déjà vu, like a rich man who doesn't understand the hunger of the poor.

You are already a Martial God, the pinnacle of existence.

I'm only a Five-Rank Martial Artist!

They are not comparable, okay?

Then, Bai Wei waved her hand, called the two guards outside in, pointed at Shen Bei, and said, “This guy is a Headhunter Tribe spy, whip him hard!”

The two guards exchanged glances, a little bewildered.

No… the identity change was too fast, wasn't it?

The skinny guard asked in confusion, “Isn't Shen Bei a student?”

“The Shepherd who caused such a stir a while ago was also a Martial Arts University teacher,” Bai Wei said.

The stout guard scratched his head: “The Headhunter Tribe has infiltrated all the way to General Bai's side, you're too careless.”

Bai Wei glared: “None of your business? Get to work!”

In fact, both guards knew that Shen Bei was absolutely of pure lineage.

Perhaps they had reached an agreement or an unknown secret, which was why they were playing along with this madman, Shen Bei.

The two guards shrugged, then secured Shen Bei.

“Shen Bei, this is your choice. Don't come after me with a sack later.”

“Do you want the full package or à la carte?”

Shen Bei circulated his Qi and blood, and a halo of Qi and blood erupted around him.

He felt a rush, as if Li Huowang had possessed him.

He grinned: “Gradually, don't be too harsh.”

“Then please give us a five-star review!”

The stout guard pulled out the whip.

Crack…

…

The third day.

Shen Bei shook his body, as if he had just had an extremely comfortable full-body massage.

Large quantities of qi and blood pills, healing pills, and recovery pills were poured into his mouth, like eating candy, crunching and swallowing them.

Shen Bei had already developed a tolerance to these common Medicinal Pills.

Even the “20% increase in medicinal effect” in his Fifth Dimension Attribute couldn't resist the drawback of Shen Bei eating too much and accumulating drug resistance.

However, for these minor injuries, it was still sufficient for healing.

At this moment, after more than fifty hours of continuous tempering and getting beaten.

“Transforming pain into power, forging the body with blood” had been cultivated to completion.

Although there was still room for improvement, it was enough to Cultivate the next step, “Blood Rage Unification.”

According to Shen Bei's understanding, the more he got beaten, the higher the damage bonus Blood Rage Unification would provide.

But for Shen Bei, just reaching the threshold of the Rage Blood Overlord Body was enough.

There was no need to continue being tortured here.

He could continue to improve it in actual combat in the future.

He put on his clothes and walked out of the interrogation room.

Behind him, the two guards were panting, yawning, and clocking out for the day.

But Shen Bei did not leave the prison.

He followed Bai Wei, who had just come down, towards Yun Zhiyi's cell.

Today was the third day since Shen Bei had made his declaration.

It was time to increase the intensity for Yun Zhiyi!