บท 14: Chapter 6 Curse Prohibition, Tiger Demon Covering
Hidden within the building was a Curse Prohibition, its name unknown, its form incomplete; now only a fragment of its power remained, known as "Curse Prohibition, Tiger Demon Cloak."
The illusion that had just appeared before Cen Dongsheng was known as the symbol of the "Tiger Demon." The owner of those white bones was likely an ancient Achiever, thus a rare remnant of the Power of Tiger Demon was still lingering, waiting to be absorbed by him.
And according to Cen Dongsheng's own estimation, the power hidden within the Tiger Demon Curse far surpassed his former self, undoubtedly Class A.
Up to here, there were no problems; but the issue arose when, during his meditation, as he visualized the Tiger Demon, he saw at the same time another figure above the Tiger Demon, even more gigantic...
"His" features were blurry, his authority unfathomable; "he" stood with one foot on a fierce tiger, with two additional, faceless, bizarre Monster shapes beneath him, like a towering deity.
Conclusions drawn from such visualizations often hinted at something predestined. This unknown Curse wanted to tell Cen Dongsheng that there were more strengths like the "Tiger Demon's" force; if he could refine the other two beings known as "Demon," he might glimpse the realm above.
"Tiger Demon Cloak" was not just any Class A Curse; it was a puzzle piece leading to a higher level—
Thinking of this, his heart began to thump wildly.
This was the first time he had felt his ambition grow so tangibly; lofty goals seemed within arm's reach.
Drawing a deep breath, Cen Dongsheng calmed himself, phoned someone to resign from his job, and then after hanging up, sat down cross-legged in a corner.
Closing his eyes, maintaining the cross-legged position, he continued his meditation, converting the innate yang energy within his body into True Qi.
Slowly, the skin covering the young man's body began to show a color akin to steel-gray, occasionally bulging, as if there were streams of Qi circulating underneath.
The Power of Tiger Demon drew upon the body's True Qi, growing stronger and beginning to transform his body...
*
Unknowingly, a week had passed since Cen Dongsheng obtained the Curse Prohibition.
Room 303 of the Xiaokang Building was draped with thick curtains, blocking all external light to prevent prying eyes, the room dark inside.
In the dimness, the young man sans shirt was exercising in a highly difficult posture, maintaining an inverted handstand and performing push-ups.
Since he started training "Tiger Demon Cloak," Cen Dongsheng found that not only did his body's True Qi grow rapidly, almost catching up with his level eight years hence, but his physical condition enhanced visibly to the naked eye.
This was a common feature of Human Immortal Series Curses; what was special was the frightening increase in fingertip strength and grip strength provided by the Power of Tiger Demon within his body.
At the start, he needed both hands to perform inverted push-ups.
One day later, he began to reduce the number of fingers on each hand to three, then to two, and finally, to one finger, "One-finger Zen."
Two more days, and he was balancing his body, shaky, on the thumb of his left and then right hand.
At this stage, what he accomplished had already surpassed human physiological limits.
Even world-class gymnasts or fitness experts couldn't achieve a one-finger handstand; although some special disciplines may show examples, it's usually through special techniques rather than pure muscular strength.
After all, human physiological structure being what it is, maintaining balance on a single finger isn't feasible; yet, the young man's body was indeed gradually shifting towards the "non-human" domain in a slow, but sure and unstoppable trend.
Another day passed, and he began using his index finger, alternating with middle, ring, and even pinky fingers.
As for now...
"Hu."
He lowered his face close to the floor again and again, bending his arms. Cen Dongsheng placed his left hand behind him, supporting his entire body weight with just the pinky finger of his right hand.
His palms were rough and broad, his knuckles distinct.
After smoothly completing fifty repetitions, he switched to his left pinky finger, one hundred times per set; after five sets of exercises, Cen Dongsheng placed his feet down and adjusted his stance, moving as agilely as a monkey.
Even after completing five hundred repetitions of an exercise unimaginable to most, his body bore only a faint, light sweat.
"That counts only as a warm-up."
Cen Dongsheng felt a touch of regret; it seemed regular bodyweight exercises no longer had any effect on him.
And this was only after a week...
He walked into the bathroom, planning to take a shower.
The man reflected in the mirror looked almost completely different from his former self.
His muscles were lean and powerful, with clear and beautiful lines. Each muscle group naturally displayed its finesse and strength: his arm muscles like sails billowed by inner power, his back muscles broad and robust, the muscles of his lower back tight and flexible, supporting the stability required for complex motions; his leg muscles resembled the deep roots of an ancient tree, with a clear delineation between thigh and calf exhibiting explosive power.
Unlike regular fitness enthusiasts or athletes across various fields, who might train only specific muscle groups or lose balance in pursuit of size and aesthetics, Cen Dongsheng maintained an athletically restrained amount of muscle throughout his body. Yet whenever he clenched his fist, one could feel the terrifying power ready to burst forth.
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