"A quasi-warrior trains his skin and flesh, a warrior trains his bones."

Song Chengyu said while pushing the cart.

"Skin and flesh, including your internal organs, and qi and blood!"

"Only when the physical body becomes stronger can it carry spiritual energy into the body and temper the bones."

"Strong bones can support stronger explosive force. Otherwise, if the explosive force is too strong, the bones will break."

"This is the path of cultivation from a quasi-martial artist to a warrior."

"Generally speaking, if a quasi-warrior weighs 500 kilograms, his or her bones will be able to withstand the limit, and they will easily fracture when they explode with full force."

"At this time, the physical body can also carry spiritual energy into the body."

Song Chengyu continued.

"However, some people, after reaching their limit, do not break through as warriors, but continue to grow their bodies."

"If the physical body is strong, the Qi and blood will be strong."

"When Qi and blood are strong enough to a certain limit, you can temper your own bones!"

Fang Ke was startled: "Tempering bones? Isn't this what warriors do?"

"Yes!" Song Chengyu nodded: "Moreover, it is not tempered with spiritual energy, but tempered with Qi and blood. This is equivalent to cultivating bones."

"So, this will strengthen your bones, which is equivalent to enhancing your talent. It will be of great benefit to become a warrior!"

"So to speak."

"When you reach 500 kilograms, Qi and blood begin to temper your bones."

"For every 1 kilogram increase in your explosive power, you can increase it by 10 kilograms after becoming a warrior!"

Fang Ke followed Song Chengyu's words and continued to calculate.

"That is to say."

"A normal quasi-warrior becomes a warrior with an explosive force of 500 kilograms, and his strength suddenly increases to 1000 kilograms."

"But if a 600-kilogram breakthrough warrior has an explosive power of 2,000 kilograms!"

"Yes!" Song Chengyu nodded in approval and continued.

"The limit of bone tempering for a quasi-warrior is 1,000 kilograms, which means that as soon as he becomes a warrior, he has an explosive power of 6,000 kilograms!"

"Comparable to a sixth-grade warrior!"

"And this growth is permanent!"

"Other people's ninth-grade warriors only have 9,000 kilograms of explosive power, but you have kilograms!"

"Even if you reach the martial arts master level, this advantage still exists!"

Fang Ke gasped.

Who doesn’t want to have an advantage at the beginning!

And this is a strength advantage of 5,000 kilograms in the same realm, comparable to the fifth level of the warrior realm!

"This kind of tempering must not be easy, right?"

Song Chengyu nodded: "It's not that it's not easy, it's that it's very difficult!"

"Martial arts genius, quasi-martial artist, can increase explosive power by 100 kilograms a year."

"Like me, I reached an explosive strength of 500 kilograms at the age of 15."

Listen to him.

Fang Ke felt a little sad.

He is 18 now and has not reached 500 yet...

Song Chengyu didn't know what he was thinking, so he continued.

"But from the age of 15 to 17, in two years, my energy and blood tempered my bones, and my explosive power only increased by 60 kilograms."

"And."

"It increased by 40 kilograms in the first year, but by the second year, it only increased by 20 kilograms."

"Double the difficulty."

"It may take me decades to reach the limit of 1,000 kilograms as a quasi-warrior."

"And these decades have long been enough for me to become a martial artist, a military commander, or even a higher realm!"

"So, I chose to break through the warrior."

Fang Ke nodded slightly.

The difficulty has doubled. If he had his own talent, he might not be able to reach the limit of 1,000 kilograms in his lifetime.

This road is too difficult, and indeed only talented people can walk it.

But the temptation is great.

No one wants to be better than others in the same realm, and it is a permanent advantage!

If everyone knows this path, there will definitely be many pretentious people who waste their time on it and affect their own practice and breakthroughs.

"No...Brother Yu, why don't I know this?" Han Peng listened halfway and finally interrupted.

Song Chengyu glanced at him: "How explosive will you be if you break through the warriors?"

"I don't know."

"That's alright." Song Chengyu said calmly: "I will tell you when you introduce the spiritual energy into your body. You are a first-level warrior, why have you never thought about why you can challenge a third-level warrior?"

"I thought I was a genius."

Song Chengyu took a deep breath: "To a certain extent, you are."

"Hey, I knew it!" Han Peng was very proud.

Fang Ke rolled his eyes, but he was a little shocked.

Listen to Song Chengyu’s tone.

Han Peng is a quasi-warrior who only broke through after weighing 700 kilograms?

The force of a breakthrough is 3,000 kilograms, comparable to a third-grade warrior?

Han Peng is more talented than Song Chengyu?

Song Chengyu sensed his gaze and nodded slightly: "Yes, he is indeed more talented than me, but his brain is not very easy to use."

Fang Ke also nodded in agreement.

While they were talking, they had already entered Longcheng City.

Song Chengyu let go of the handlebar.

"Okay, let's go home without delay." He looked at Fang Ke with a smile: "Last question, what do you think of Fengtian Sect?"

Fang Ke answered decisively.

"Stupid people who commit adultery should all be killed!"

"Heroes see the same thing." Song Chengyu waved to him, turned around and left with Han Peng.

Fang Ke got on the car and went home.

The driver will arrive soon.

After sending Han Peng home, Song Chengyu came to the Warrior Building.

36th floor.

On the huge operating table, the wild boar had been dissected into pieces.

"Dad."

Song Chengyu shouted to the middle-aged man beside him.

The middle-aged man is fat and looks like he weighs almost two hundred pounds, and he is crowded into the wide sofa.

"Just in time."

He smiled at Song Chengyu.

"The autopsy report just came out."

"This wild boar lost more than ten kilograms of blood. Are you sure it was the blood sucked by mosquitoes?"

Song Chengyu nodded: "I saw it with my own eyes."

The middle-aged man frowned, his expression slightly serious.

"That's a bit troublesome. How many are there? Are they aggressive towards you?"

Song Chengyu shook his head, hesitated slightly, and said.
To be continued...