10 Invincible Combat Faculty (2/2)

Eventually, almost all the Spirit Qi in the region he was in seemed to be stirred. An invisible vortex was formed, and the center of the vortex was the black hole devouring seed… in Wang Baole's body.

Large amounts of Spirit Qi were sucked in, finally exceeding the amount that his body naturally diffused. It caused his Spirit Qi to condense and accumulate. When it entered his body, it brought an indescribable sense of comfort to him as though countless tiny hands were massaging his entire body. Thankfully, despite immersing himself in the comfort, Wang Baole still knew what he needed to do. He gradually lifted his right hand and used the Great Void Qi Devouring Art to condense a Spirit Stone.

But at this point, another difficulty of the Great Void Qi Devouring Art revealed itself. The thick Spirit Qi could condense, but it would also fail if he were not careful.

And once he failed, the massive amount of Spirit Qi that had condensed would spread out and quickly be sucked back into Wang Baole's body, accumulating once more.

I refuse to believe it! Wang Baole nearly lost his mind. With success close as hand, it made him more adamant. He bought large amounts of food in one go, most of which were snacks. He did not leave his cave abode as though he was in seclusion. He did everything at home, fully engrossing himself in cultivation.

Gradually, his rotund body became even rounder without him realizing it… His fat thickened… especially the fat that was filled with a luster. Although it was not crystalline, the fat appeared extremely fine and glossy.

His body was definitely far from ordinary. It was spirit fat formed through the accumulation of Spirit Qi. After all, fat was the conversion of excess energy in the body. And now, the Spirit Qi in Wang Baole's body far exceeded the average person's. As he was constantly devouring Spirit Qi and failing at refining the Spirit Stones, he could not help gaining more and more fat.

Thankfully, the specially-recruited student robes he wore were made of a special material that was very flexible. Up to this point, he had not burst his clothes. As for Wang Baole, his face's shape had changed, and his body gleaned with an oily luster, his eyes turning smaller and smaller.

Unknowingly, this continued for a month. Midway, Wang Baole also realized the gain in weight, but having engrossed himself in the refinement of Spirit Stones, he directly ignored it.

Finally… on this day, Wang Baole looked in excitement at the chestnut-shaped Spirit Stone in his hand. After testing its purity, he laughed out loud.

”I succeeded! Haha, I finally succeeded!”

”It no longer has a purity of fifty percent but seventy-five percent!”

Wang Baole was extremely excited. All his years in Phoenix City, he had only been able to refine Spirit Stones that were slightly better than fifty percent purity. But now, he could refine ones that were at seventy-five percent. After all, the cut-off score of the best Dao College in the Federation, White Deer Dao College, was seventy percent and above.

Satisfied, Wang Baole felt that he was presently formidable enough. Just as he was about to get up to walk around to release his excitement, he nearly failed to stand up. This left him in a daze. He looked down at his body, which had nearly doubled in size compared to half a year ago. His red specially-recruited Daoist robes had deformed from his weight gain, revealing a body filled with spirit fat.

He became short of breath as his eyes widened suddenly.

”This… This…” Wang Baole cried out. No longer over-absorbed with the Spirit Stone refinement, he immediately realized his present state. He was in big trouble.

Heavens, I only let my guard down a little and… how did this happen? Wang Baole trembled as his family genealogical table surfaced instantly in his mind. He was immediately gripped by terror as he hurriedly extended his thick fingers, counting while being too worried for tears.

But after counting all day, he realized that regardless of how he counted, according to the ages of the Fatso Forefathers at their times of death, he… did not seem to have much longer to live. This left him close to tears.

I haven't become Head Prefect or the Federation President. I really do not want to reunite with Fatso Forefathers! In Wang Baole's horror, his mind was filled with thoughts of losing weight. However, he had done so several times with all of them being nearly ineffective. It drove him nuts.

Exercise! I want to exercise! I want to run. There might be still some hope with the fat having just appeared! Wang Baole gritted his teeth. The first thing he thought of was running; therefore, he rushed out of his cave abode's door.

Despite having grown fatter, it was still not irredeemable yet. He was still able to exit the door. The moment he walked out, sun scattered on his exaggerated red Daoist robe. Wang Baole immediately felt anguished when he saw his massive shadow. With a loud roar, he used all his strength and ran frenetically on Dharmic Armament Peak.

As he ran disconsolately, Wang Baole noticed something different about himself. He did not seem to tire out, and the rich Spirit Qi in him provided for all his energy expenditure. It allowed him to run rapidly, making him find Dharmic Armament Peak too small. He knew too many people there as well, so he quickly ran down the peak and began running around Lower Academy Island.

That day, many Dharmic Armament faculty students saw a red ball brush past them. All of them were stunned, some exclaiming in surprise, but because the red ball ran too fast, especially with its face hidden, they could not identify it. Therefore, there were quite a lot of rumors and discussion on the Spirit Intranet.

”I saw a ball today…”

”I saw it too!”

”It looks a little familiar. It resembles… the Daoist robes of a specially-recruited student?”

While the Dharmic Armament faculty engaged in discussion, there was a group of Combat faculty students running along the lake in Lower Academy Island. Among them was the specially-recruited Zhuo Yifan, as well as people like Chen Ziheng. A middle-aged man followed them, a teacher of the Combat faculty. He was leading the students in a run with a solemn expression.

Compared to the students in the other faculties, the Combat faculty was more akin to soldiers. This was because the Combat faculty focused on everything related to ancient martial arts. They stood atop all the faculties when it came to actual combat. It was required for every student from the faculty to have a strong physical body. Therefore, one of the basic classes was training that involved running around the island.

The goal was to quickly enhance the freshmen's physical fitness, allowing them to successfully enter the Blood Qi realm. Although only half a year had passed since school began, the Combat faculty continued having the island-circling class.

”Faster! Did you even eat!” the Combat faculty teacher yelled as he stared at the students beside him.

Although he was verbally putting them down, he was still very pleased when he saw them brimming with energy and vigor—especially Zhuo Yifan and Chen Ziheng. Although they could already circle the entire island, they obediently joined in the run. It pleased him greatly having such good students.

”You have to remember! My Combat faculty disdains the refinement of artifacts and pills. What we want are our bodies! What we want is to push the body to its limits. Be it a Dharma treasure or a toxic pill, they are all crap. We, the Combat faculty, can crush them with a fist!”

As the middle-aged teacher boomed, the students also roused themselves and roared in succession.

”Our punches and kicks are the strongest!”

”Our running speed is the fastest!”

”We are physically invincible!”

Instantly, the rousing fervor made it seem like they could suppress down all alchemical and artifact refinement weaklings.

The middle-aged man was very pleased seeing the youths' spirit. Just as he was about to add on, a red meatball rolled past his body from behind.