38: Chapter 38 A Complete Transformation

July 20th, early morning.

In the core area of the Shennong Mountain Range, at the bottom of the Deep Pool.

Chen Mo sat cross-legged on a rock three meters underwater.

A forty-meter-high waterfall crashed into the pool above his head, and the turbulent currents swirled and tore around him.

If it were an ordinary person, they would have long been swept off their feet.

But Chen Mo's body was like a steel rod driven into the rock, unmoving.

His eyes were closed.

His mind was completely immersed within his body.

In his field of Inner Vision, every part of his body was glowing.

Muscle fibers were like tightly twisted steel cables, each one distinct.

Blood surged through his veins, carrying Spiritual Qi that seeped into every cell.

Every one of his muscles and every fiber was synchronized with his breathing, expanding and contracting slightly to the same Rhythm.

Oxygen was absorbed by the capillaries, a stream of warmth seeped in through his pores, and Spiritual Qi flowed along the direction of the muscle fibers, like water flowing along a river channel into the sea.

Human Breathing Method.

Chen Mo opened his eyes.

He slowly stood up, pushing against the water current, and walked step by step toward the center of the Deep Pool.

That was the area with the greatest water pressure in the entire pool—the impact point directly beneath the waterfall.

The moment he stepped in, the immense water pressure pressed down on him from all directions.

The water current above his head was like a giant hammer, constantly smashing against his shoulders, back, and head.

Every impact tried to smash him to the bottom of the pool and squeeze the air out of his lungs.

Chen Mo stood steadily.

He had been training here for a full thirty days.

He raised his right arm.

The resistance of the water current tugged at his muscles from all directions, and the extension of every joint had to fight against tons of water pressure.

But Chen Mo was clear.

Every muscle in his arm was contracting violently.

Deltoids, biceps, triceps, forearm muscle groups—from shoulder to fingertips, the transmission of force was like an electric current slashing across the water surface.

His fist broke through the water of the Deep Pool, creating an instantaneous cavity.

Within a fraction of a second, the water was compressed into tiny, white, steam-like bubbles, which then collapsed rapidly, emitting a dull, explosive sound.

On the surface of the water, a column of water shot up three meters high, exploding into a sky full of spray.

Chen Mo withdrew his fist, watching the white spray dissipate above his head.

That's about it.

The month of time was up.

He leaped out of the Deep Pool, flipped in mid-air, and landed steadily on the bank.

The water droplets on his body evaporated rapidly under the mountain wind.

Chen Mo looked down at his arms—the well-defined muscles looked as if they had been sculpted, with not a trace of excess fat on the surface.

Beneath the skin, the direction of the muscle fibers was clearly visible, and his entire upper body presented an inverted triangle structure.

He raised his hand and closed his fingers.

The air in his palm was pinched, emitting a slight popping sound.

This feeling was completely different from a month ago.

He summoned the system panel.

The dark gray translucent interface unfolded directly in front of his line of sight, and white text appeared line by line.

[Name: Chen Mo]

[Age: 22]

[Height: 185cm]

[Weight: 133kg]

[Ability: Infinite Growth]

[Strength: 4347kg]

[Mental Power: 4.6]

[Force Multiplier: 3.7x]

Chen Mo's gaze lingered on a few numbers.

A month ago, his strength was 1912 kg.

Now it was 4347 kg.

An average increase of about eighty kilograms per day.

This speed was much faster than before.

The reason was simple: the concentration of Spiritual Qi had increased by about fifty percent during these thirty days.

Each breath brought in more diffused Spiritual Qi, there were more spirit energy particles, recovery after each training session was faster, and growth after each exhaustion was more vigorous.

Mental Power increased from 3.2 to 4.6.

The progress was significant.

When he broke through 4, he did not feel the kind of Bottleneck he had felt before.

His Mental Power value had risen naturally, as if water had formed a channel.

This also meant that he was still some distance away from the next major Breakthrough.

According to the previous changes, the Mental Power Breakthrough at 3.0 was the first qualitative change; Prediction, crisis warning, and Unity of Spirit and Flesh were all unlocked at that time.

So where would the next qualitative change be?

Chen Mo was not sure for the time being, but the changes brought about by 4.6 Mental Power could already be felt.

The range of perception was further.

Previously, he could only perceive movements within a few dozen meters, but now the range of perception had expanded to nearly one hundred meters.

And his perception of danger was also stronger.

As for the Force Multiplier, it was 3.7x.

Chen Mo clenched his fist.

The core significance of the Force Multiplier was the utilization rate of muscle strength.

Ordinary people only had about thirty percent, while professional fighters could reach thirty-eight percent after years of training.

And he could now mobilize over 70% of his muscle fibers to participate in contraction, perfectly transmitting force to the target point.

This was the result of the Unity of Spirit and Flesh.

Perceiving the muscles of the whole body, coordinating every fiber, and gathering the scattered strength into a single line.

But 3.7x was not the limit.

Chen Mo had an intuition that the limit of this path might be over ten times.

It was just that the further he went, the higher the requirement for precision in controlling his body, and the slower his progress would become.

He moved his gaze away from the system panel and looked at the rock wall beside him.

It was a hundred meters high, and the gray-white rock surface was covered with moss.

Let's test it out.

Chen Mo bent his knees and exerted force.

The rock beneath his feet exploded, and fine cracks spread outward with his feet as the center.

His entire body turned into a blurred shadow, sprinting vertically up the rock wall.

Four steps.

From the side of the Deep Pool to the top of the rock wall, a vertical drop of over one hundred meters, he had only stepped four times.

The moment he borrowed force with each step, the rock at the support point exploded into a shallow pit, and gravel fell downward.

Standing on the top of the rock, the mountain wind howled.

Chen Mo did not stop and jumped again.

He jumped toward a higher rock wall to one side.

With this jump, his body rose nearly fifty meters, and his feet landed steadily at the edge of the cliff.

His field of vision opened up completely; the surrounding mountains were beneath his feet, and the primeval forest spread out like a large green carpet to the end of his line of sight.

Fifty meters.

Close to the height of a twenty-story building.

He stood at the edge of the cliff, spread his arms, and took a deep breath.

Then he threw a punch.

The tip of his fist broke through the air, creating a white ring of Qi visible to the naked eye.

The shockwave spread outward, and the mist directly in front was instantly split in two.

The power of this punch.

4347 kg, multiplied by a 3.7x Force Multiplier.

Over sixteen thousand kilograms.

Sixteen tons.

This was enough to punch through walls and deform steel plates.

Chen Mo withdrew his fist and looked calmly at the distant mountains.

This figure sounded large, but in a city, it was actually just okay.

The downward pressure of a small excavator could reach tens of tons, and the impact force of a large pile driver could easily exceed a hundred tons.

In front of engineering machinery, sixteen tons was not much.

But what if he wore heavy armor?

Then in an urban environment, he would basically be an unsolvable existence.

He flipped and jumped down from the rock wall, landing precisely by the side of the Deep Pool.

Then he began to pack up the camp.

The tent was folded and stuffed into his mountaineering backpack, and the plastic bags containing the oil drums were packed away one by one.

His movements were fast and methodical.

Less than twenty percent of his supplies remained; thirty kilograms of white sugar were left, and ten kilograms of cooking oil remained.

A total load of about forty kilograms, but it was almost imperceptible when strapped to his body.

Everything was packed up, and Chen Mo took one last look at this Deep Pool.

Then he turned around and walked out along the canyon.

It had taken an hour to come here.

Now, he moved through the forest, and the tall tree trunks swept backward rapidly from both sides.

When he encountered boulders blocking the way, he stepped over them in one stride.

When he encountered cliffs, he jumped over them directly.

The surrounding green light and shadows trailed into blurred lines in his peripheral vision.

In less than half an hour.

Chen Mo stood at the door of his old home.