49: Chapter 49 People Who Can't Handle Pressure!

A twenty-kilometer armed cross-country run was hell for ordinary freshmen.

But for Lin Fan, it didn't even count as a warm-up.

He even had the leisure to run over to Xia Wanqiu's side.

He asked her if she was tired and if she wanted him to carry her.

As a result, he was rebuffed by Xia Wanqiu with a roll of her eyes and the words, "If you stay further away from me, I won't be tired."

He then ran off to tease Murong Yan.

As a result, he was kicked in the butt by Murong Yan.

She told him to get lost and not to disturb her appreciation of the scenery.

Lin Fan wasn't angry; on the contrary, he was secretly delighted by the [Defense + 30] brought by that kick.

Sister Yan's kicking technique was still so stylish!

By the time everyone collapsed like dead dogs at Highland No. 3, Lin Fan appeared at the finish line, calm and composed.

Watching him looking neither flushed nor breathless, a strange look flashed in Instructor Lei Zhan's single eye.

This kid's physical fitness had completely exceeded the scope of a freshman.

Even some veterans in the army might not be as relaxed as him when carrying a load.

Night fell.

Everyone was exhausted and sprawled on their beds, with snoring filling the dormitory.

Lin Fan, however, was full of energy. He sat cross-legged on his bed, sank his consciousness into his mind, and opened his system panel.

It was time to tally up today's gains!

[Host: Lin Fan]

[Talent: F-rank [Tenacity]]

[Hidden · God-level · Unique Talent: Saiyan-level Undying Divine Body]

[Defense Level: LV24 (2450 / 50000)]

[Strength: 15]

[Defense: 1500]

[Spirit: 150]

[Speed: 15]

[Passive Skills: [Thorn Armor LV2], [Pain Conversion LV1], [Poison Gas Immunity LV1]]

[Skills: [Taunt Aura LV1] (Active / God-level)]

[Resistances: Fire Resistance LV2, Mental Resistance LV1, Shock Resistance LV1, Impact Tolerance LV1, Lightning Resistance LV1, Poison Resistance LV1, Freezing Resistance LV1]

[Poison Gas Immunity LV1: Immune to most low-level poison gas attacks.]

"Not bad, LV25. Just a bit more Defense experience and I'll be level 25! I can choose one of three God-level passives again!"

Lin Fan looked at his luxurious panel and nodded with satisfaction.

"My Defense has reached 1500! In terms of Defense alone, I've already touched the level of a Level 4 Grandmaster!"

However, when he looked at his other stats, his face immediately darkened.

"My Strength and Speed are like they haven't increased at all!"

He looked at the single-digit increase in Strength and Speed, guessing it was probably just from the physical training.

In other words, his martial arts cultivation path was already completely different from everyone else's.

Because of the Indestructible Divine Body, he couldn't follow the conventional martial artist cultivation system and could only rely on Defense to increase his Defense Level.

"Sigh, it's a good thing I have full Thorn Armor that can also reflect magic damage, but it drains too much mana. I need to find a way to get some mana-boosting equipment."

"But these gains are really good! I'm almost at LV25 just from getting beaten up!"

"I also farmed a bunch of new resistances and a [Poison Gas Immunity] passive."

"What a pity, what a pity."

Lin Fan sighed, his face full of regret.

"Just a little bit more, and I could reach LV25 and unlock the next God-level passive."

He couldn't wait to know what kind of surprise LV25 would bring him.

Would it be [Damage Reduction]? Or [Elemental Absorption]?

Or perhaps the even more overpowered [Resurrection Armor]?

"No, I can't wait any longer!"

Lin Fan jumped off the bed, his eyes becoming incredibly determined.

"Happiness is something you have to strive for yourself!"

"Experience is earned by actively seeking a beating!"

"Instructor Lei Zhan, here I come!"

He tiptoed to put on his clothes and snuck out of the dormitory silently.

The base in the middle of the night was silent, with only the searchlights of the patrol teams occasionally cutting through the darkness.

These were effectively useless to Lin Fan.

He skillfully bypassed all surveillance and patrol soldiers, heading straight for the independent instructor building at the back of the base.

Instructor Lei Zhan's building had been half-collapsed by Lin Fan last time.

It had now been repaired with military-grade quick-setting materials.

It looked even sturdier than before.

Lin Fan circled the building and finally locked his gaze on the lit window on the second floor.

He remembered that it was Instructor Lei Zhan's study.

"Hehe, old man, you're still not asleep."

Lin Fan rubbed his hands together and fished out a long bamboo pole from the nearby tool shed.

What was he going to do?

Of course, he wasn't going to poke a hornet's nest.

He was going to... go fishing!

Lin Fan carefully extended one end of the bamboo pole through the gap in the window.

The other end of the bamboo pole had been sharpened to a point by him.

He held his breath, his eyes focused like an experienced hunter, aiming at his prey.

That precious wine pot that Instructor Lei Zhan polished until it shone, hanging on the wall!

Inside the room.

Instructor Lei Zhan was sitting at the desk, studying the latest intelligence on the monster tide in the depths of the Wilderness.

His brows were furrowed, and his expression was grave.

Suddenly, he seemed to sense something and looked up abruptly.

The room was empty.

"Was it an illusion?"

He shook his head, thinking it was just a hallucination because of his recent high stress.

However, the moment he lowered his head.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the wine pot he treasured so much on the wall swaying slightly.

Hmm?

Instructor Lei Zhan's eyes narrowed.

He didn't make a sound, keeping his body motionless.

But his entire body's muscles instantly tightened, and his energy locked onto that wine pot.

He wanted to see who the death-seeking thing was that dared to target him.

Outside the window.

Lin Fan was carefully hooking the wine pot's hanging cord with the tip of the bamboo pole.

His movements were incredibly gentle, fearing he would make even the slightest sound.

"It's almost out... almost out..."

He muttered to himself, beads of sweat seeping onto his forehead.

Finally, the tip of the bamboo pole successfully hooked the cord.

Lin Fan was delighted and was just about to pull it back.

Suddenly!

"Bang!"

The study window glass shattered violently from the inside!

An iron fist wrapped in terrifying energy, carrying a sonic boom that tore through the air, blasted out like lightning!

The target was pointed straight at Lin Fan outside the window!

"Holy crap!"

Lin Fan was startled, but his reaction was extremely slow!

That's right, extremely slow!

It was on purpose!

Reaction? Not needed, brother!

The man who doesn't succumb to pressure!

Lin Fan puffed out his chest and proactively met it!

Good, bring it on!

This is exactly what I was waiting for!

[Ding! Received a furious blow from a Level 6 Martial Saint! Defense + 1800!]

[Ding! Qi and blood violently shaken! Shock Resistance + 10!]

[Ding! Detected host's life force drastically reduced! Pain sweeps through the body! Pain Conversion automatically activated!]

[Pain sensation reduced by 50%! Pain converted into adrenaline, reaction speed and strength increased by 50%!]

"Boom—!!!"

Lin Fan was blasted away like a cannonball by this punch.

He traced a beautiful parabola in the air.

Finally, he slammed heavily onto the training ground in the distance, kicking up a sky full of dust.

"Damn... that almost killed me. Truly worthy of a Level 6 Martial Saint, 1800 from one punch!"

In the dust, Lin Fan clutched his chest and climbed up with difficulty.

Even with Pain Conversion activated, reducing the pain by half, it still hurt like hell!

If not for his body's various resistances and sufficient Defense.

Even if he didn't die, it would be hard for him to get up so quickly.

His internal organs definitely wouldn't have been able to take it.

If it were anyone else, let alone a Level 1 Martial Apprentice or Level 2 Martial Artist, even a Level 3 Martial Master...

...would have died from a single punch!

Instructor Lei Zhan's figure appeared in front of the shattered window.

He looked at Lin Fan in the distance, who was climbing out of the large pit and dusting off his butt, and was completely stunned.

This... he's fine?

Didn't even lose a single hair?

That punch just now used 50% of his power!

Even the assistant instructor who is a Level 5 Martial King would have to lie in the hospital for half a month after taking that punch!

Instructor Lei Zhan couldn't help but curse, "Holy crap, what kind of monster is this kid?!"