6: Chapter 6: This thing can even restore health and mana?

Actually, Chen Mo was quite bewildered; his five dimensions were only Strength, Constitution, Agility, Luck, and Intelligence.

There wasn't anything like blood qi, was there?

"I really... don't know what to say."

Instructor Liu rubbed his face, which was swollen like a pig's head, with force; he even felt a bit desperate now.

"Come here, I will first teach you to recognize the meridians in your body, and then help you condense your first wisp of blood qi."

Chen Mo didn't waste any words and began to listen to Instructor Liu's crash course from scratch.

Two hours later, Chen Mo finally had a basic understanding of martial artists.

The reason why martial artists could unleash extremely powerful destructive force, far exceeding that of thermal weapons, relied almost entirely on blood qi.

Those with strong blood qi could even ignore the damage caused by thermal weapons, and those at higher realms could even be immune to nuclear explosions, the ultimate weapon of humanity.

"Come on, eat this blood qi pill."

Instructor Liu took out the blood qi pill he had originally intended to keep for himself and stuffed it into Chen Mo's hand.

Chen Mo didn't stand on ceremony at all, chewing up the blood qi pill like a candy bean and swallowing it.

"Remember what I told you before: feel the existence of your meridians and the flow of blood qi."

[First wisp of blood qi detected in the host's body; original five-dimensional attributes have changed to a six-dimensional attribute chart.]

At this moment, Chen Mo couldn't open his system panel in front of Instructor Liu; staring into thin air would look too stupid.

He didn't know how much more time had passed, but Chen Mo finally got into the car to go home.

"I was too busy explaining and guiding your blood qi today; we'll talk about fist techniques tomorrow."

"You must balance work and rest; only then can you go further and last longer."

Before getting out of the car, Instructor Liu couldn't help but urge Chen Mo.

"Don't think I'm being too talkative, but many Ascetic Martial Artists have ruined themselves by working too hard."

"Alright, hurry back and get some rest."

"Sigh, I'll probably have to get a four-wheel alignment later."

Waving at Chen Mo, Instructor Liu drove off into the night in his off-road vehicle, which was noticeably uneven.

"You're back?"

Director Gu Sanding stood at the entrance of the Orphanage, leaning on his cane, with the orphans—Chen Mo's younger brothers and sisters—making faces at him from behind.

"Yeah, I'm back."

Chen Mo smiled, and the children from the Orphanage ran up and hugged Chen Mo's legs.

"Big brother, big brother, what did you learn today?"

"Big brother, are martial artists very strong? Are they as strong as you?"

"Big brother, big brother..."

The chattering voices of the children lingered in Chen Mo's ears; not only did he not feel annoyed, but he instead felt a unique sense of warmth.

"Director, I already ate dinner outside. I'm a bit tired today, so I'm going back to rest."

"Xiaobao, Xiaonan, big brother is a bit tired today, go play by yourselves."

Chen Mo gently patted his younger siblings' heads, and the children very sensibly jumped off him.

"Alright, go get some rest. I'll look after the children tonight."

Director Gu Sanding nodded; he knew that Chen Mo was very tired every day now, so he wanted to let him do as little work as possible.

Chen Mo didn't say anything else; he was indeed tired today.

Condensing blood qi was much more difficult than he had imagined; his talent in this area really didn't seem high.

But... it wasn't a big problem; he seemed to be able to directly use free attribute points to add to his blood qi.

"Hiss... aren't my attributes a bit lopsided now?"

Chen Mo looked at his extremely abstract six-dimensional attribute chart and fell into deep thought.

[Name: Chen Mo]

[Age: 17]

[Strength: 108]

[Constitution: 109]

[Agility: 8]

[Luck: 1]

[Intelligence: 8]

[Blood qi: 0.3]

[Muscle Compression Technique lv3 (16/300)]

Strength and Constitution were maxed out like towering pillars, while the other four attributes weren't even a fraction of Strength and Constitution.

"Whatever, as long as my strong points are long enough."

Chen Mo didn't take it to heart. After casually adding today's free attribute points to Strength, he began to practice the Muscle Compression Technique.

His arm was injured yesterday, so he couldn't practice the Muscle Compression Technique.

Injuries really do cause delays.

As his muscles vibrated and contracted time and time again, the proficiency of the Muscle Compression Technique began to increase bit by bit.

"Hmm?"

But after a while, Chen Mo realized something seemed wrong.

Opening the attribute panel again, Chen Mo was shocked to find that his blood qi had risen to 0.5!

He had worked hard for an entire afternoon to increase his blood qi by 0.3, but practicing the Muscle Compression Technique for less than half an hour had increased it by 0.2?

Where the hell is the logic in that!

However, this was a great thing for Chen Mo; at the very least, he didn't have to worry about his blood qi holding back his physical body.

The night passed in a flash. Until dawn, Chen Mo, who hadn't slept all night, opened his eyes.

Looking at his blood qi, which had skyrocketed to 4.5, Chen Mo didn't know what to say for a moment.

"I can only hope this growth rate isn't slower than that of ordinary Ascetic Martial Artists."

Chen Mo sighed; he didn't know if gaining 4.5 blood qi in one night was fast or slow.

"Muscle Compression Technique lv4, I can compress for forty minutes now."

"The improvement speed is a bit slow, and I don't know which attribute affects the acquisition of skill proficiency."

Chen Mo shook his head. Today he still had to go to school to learn the C-grade fist technique that Instructor Liu mentioned, and he didn't know if learning it would allow him to punch with full force without hurting himself.

Inside the gymnasium, Chen Mo and Instructor Liu occupied a ring in a corner by themselves.

There was no other reason; Instructor Liu was afraid that the wind from Chen Mo's punches would hurt other students.

Even he, a First-Grade Martial Artist, couldn't handle it, let alone those unranked students.

"The fist technique I'm teaching you today is a C-grade fist technique, which is very simple and can be mastered quickly."

"It is called 'Hammer Fist'."

"It is divided into three moves. The starting move is called 'Swing Hammer'."

"The middle move is called 'Smash Hammer'."

"The finishing move is called 'Variegated Hammer'."

"Although this martial technique is not a precious one, it can give you preliminary control over your strength."

"Your strength is too powerful. It's hard for outsiders to hurt you, but the one most likely to hurt you is actually yourself."

After speaking, Instructor Liu assumed the starting stance of 'Hammer Fist'.

"Watch closely. After I'm done, use 30%... no, 5% of your strength to do it with me once."

One minute later, Instructor Liu finished demonstrating the entire set of Hammer Fist, retracted his stance, stood still, and looked up at Chen Mo.

"Come on, now it's your turn to try."

"Don't use too much strength at the beginning. Just copy what I taught you first, and after you are familiar with Hammer Fist, slowly increase your strength."

Chen Mo nodded and clumsily assumed the starting stance just as Instructor Liu had demonstrated.