Chapter 9 (2/2)
He continued swallowing the liquid.
Another two hours passed…
Another four hours passed…
…
After eight hours, as he finished the last drop of the herb liquid, Shen Zhe heard cracking noises in his body. All his bone marrow was currently the color of metals.
It meant that, after a night of training, he had reached Marrow Practice, the highest level of body polishing!
His every movement was powerful at the moment.
He had envied Lu Zihan when he broke a table with a casual slap, but he could easily twist an iron plate with his current strength!
Against those who weren’t Mages or Martial Artists, Body Practitioners in the seventh stage were definitely the strongest.
“It seems that body polishing wasn’t so hard after all…”
Shen Zhe was dazed as he sensed the overwhelming power in his body.
He was a bad student who knew nothing, but he had improved his body to the seventh stage that easily. It seemed that body polishing was not as horrifying as it was said to be!
The real reason was probably that people intentionally said so to keep students from the profession, since Mages and Martial Artists were more honorable.
It was like in his previous life, all the parents would rather have their children study regular subjects than let them study sports.
For the parents, sports students had more brawn than brains.
“So to speak… Mages are mathematicians, Martial Artists are physicians, and Body Practitioners are sportsmen!”
Shen Zhe understood everything.
Mages focused on calculation and constructed their power with calculation. Mathematics was their tool. Martial Artists cultivated spiritual energy and relied on the fundamental theories of the world that were similar to physics.
As for the Body Practitioners, they were nothing but sportsmen.
No wonder few people were interested in becoming that…
They could easily strike other people as strong as them while being unintelligent!
Since he had reached the seventh stage and his wounds had been healed, Ms. Bai Yu’s possible punishment in the next class would no longer be a fatal threat.
Stretching out his arms, Shen Zhe looked out of the room, only to discover that the sun had risen.
He did not sleep at all the night before, but he couldn’t be more energetic.
“However… Why are there seven stages, and not eight or nine?”
Very soon, Shen Zhe was torn again.
He had a severe obsessive-compulsive disorder. Seven was too unreasonable a number for him.
Eight sounded better [1. Eight has the same pronunciation as “rich” in Chinese.] and was an even number. Nine was the largest one-digit number. They were much better choices…
Seven was not nearly half as good.
“I should find more herbs and refine new medication. Maybe I can create an eighth stage, or I won’t be able to sleep at night…”
He had run out of the herb liquid and couldn’t continue his training anymore. It seemed that he would have to wait until he had access to more herbs.
If he could create an eighth level, he would feel much more comfortable.
He was relieved after he made the decision. After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he had breakfast and left for the classroom.
He didn’t want to skip classes, which could help him in getting to know that world.