Wang Li's spirit power flowed through his entire body. He aimed at a large tree, closed his eyes, steeled his heart, and crashed into it.
Bang!
With a muffled thud, Wang Li was bounced back repeatedly, staggering. He shook his hands, grimacing. He had crashed into the tree with his arms crossed over his chest, and now his arms were already bruised.
However, after the spirit power circulated, the burning pain immediately subsided.
But Wang Li didn't stop to wait for his arms to recover completely. Instead, he used his shoulder to crash into it again.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
...Wang Li crashed again and again, counting in his heart. Relying on his body's slow recovery, he didn't treat his body like a body at all.
By the end, there wasn't a single good spot on his body; it was either bruised or broken skin, bloody and utterly disheveled.
"Hoo… hoo… hoo…"
Lying on the Blue Silver Grass hillside, Wang Li panted heavily. Perhaps related to the tree-crashing just now, not only was the surface of his body aching terribly, but his lungs were also burning.
Although crashing into trees seemed simple, it mobilized his entire body. From the method of exerting force to the combination of spirit power and flesh, Wang Li's body gradually adapted through continuous practice.
And under the soothing effect of spirit power, the damaged areas of his flesh were rapidly regenerating. Muscle tissues activated, began to heal, becoming thicker. Subcutaneous fat, like raw iron, continuously burned and was forged, with impurities gradually expelled. His skin was covered with scabs of various sizes, with granulation tissue growing, adhering, and healing within them... All of this was constantly happening. Of course, the current Wang Li was not yet able to fully perceive all the changes occurring in his body; he could only see that his injuries were recovering.
"Spirit Abilities aren't something you can just create. If I want to self-create a Spirit Ability, it's best to start with my own advantages. I'll see if I can develop effects similar to the Golden Bell Shield or Iron Shirt using my vitality and resilience!"
Lying on the Blue Silver Grass hillside, Wang Li frowned and said,
"Being tough is one thing, but I can't always be taking a beating. I also need to find a way to improve my speed and agility. Even if I can't surpass agility-attack system Spirit Masters, I can't be easily caught by them."
"In the future, I will infuse spirit power into my legs to see if I can control it to erupt, thereby boosting my speed. I'll take it one step at a time. As long as it doesn't blow out my legs, I can wait for them to recover and try multiple times."
"I have the characteristic of vitality, and I need to fully utilize it, not just for recovering from my own injuries. Is it that my spirit power has a healing effect, or that my spirit power can stimulate the body's self-healing…?"
Wang Li still had doubts in his heart, but his eyes were exceptionally bright. To improve his strength, he needed to thoroughly understand himself, truly control himself, and completely unleash his own power.
The system panel was static, but he was alive. Just as he had gotten a meditation method for free from the system panel, he could also try to develop more things.
Unknowingly, he had been lying there until close to dusk. Feeling that his injuries had mostly recovered, Wang Li got up, picked up his school uniform, and walked down the mountain while putting it on.
Currently, Wang Li looked a bit disheveled, but in reality, he only looked disheveled. Internally, there was basically no serious problem; no broken bones, no injured internal organs, so there was nothing to worry about.
However, what he didn't notice was that right where he had been lying, the Blue Silver Grass he had pressed down, after absorbing his dripping blood, showed a different kind of vitality, swaying and growing upwards.
As for Wang Li, after returning to Notting Academy, he first went to the cafeteria for a big meal, and then returned to the dormitory.
Tang San hadn't returned from blacksmithing yet, and Xiao Wu hadn't returned from shopping either. Most of the others were already there.
Wang Li greeted everyone upon his return. Wang Sheng suddenly asked seriously,
"Wang Li, were you bullied?"
Wang Li waved his hand and said,
"Don't be nervous, no one bullied me. I just went to the back mountain to train. My Spirit cannot improve combat ability, but I can train to improve my combat ability."
Wang Sheng understood, then smirked and said,
"That's true, how much stronger can Blue Silver Grass become after absorbing a spirit ring? Unlike my War Tiger Spirit, as long as I absorb a spirit ring, I can become a powerful Spirit Master, and I'm about to break through to level ten very soon."
Wang Li had already broken through to level ten, but had he widely publicized it?
No!
To Wang Sheng, Wang Li said with a seemingly sincere but actually perfunctory tone,
"Your Spirit is the War Tiger, the king of beasts. My Spirit is just the most common Blue Silver Grass. You can become strong very easily, so I naturally have to work twice as hard."
After glossing over the matter of training in the back mountain, Wang Li fetched some clear water and simply washed his body, rinsing off the dust and dirt.
He didn't tear off the scabs, intending to let them fall off naturally. Only an afternoon had passed; he needed to wait at least one more night for the wounds underneath to fully heal.
Returning to his bed, Wang Li did not cultivate. Instead, he went to sleep early. He needed to rest well and continue his training tomorrow.
The next day!
It was another peaceful day. After spending a fulfilling yet monotonous morning in class, Wang Li went to the back mountain again in the afternoon, finding that familiar Blue Silver Grass-covered hillside.
He took off his school uniform, stretched his limbs a bit. Yesterday he had spent the whole day crashing into trees, so today Wang Li planned to try something different.
He found an open area, directed spirit power to his legs, which would now test Wang Li's control over spirit power. He circulated spirit power to his feet, compressing, compressing, and compressing again… He leaned forward, adopting a running stance.
Bang!
Wang Li directly flew up, and with a cry of pain, he fell heavily to the ground, rolling a few times.
Wang Li grimaced in pain. Taking off his shoes, his calves were bright red, countless capillaries broken. His feet were a bloody mess; the spirit power he had compressed had exploded uncontrollably, resulting in his current state.
Fortunately, his own spirit power was relatively gentle and also had a healing effect. Now his feet were cool and no longer as painful, and they had begun to self-heal.
Sighing, Wang Li said,
"Trying to self-create a movement Spirit Ability is probably much harder than crashing into trees to practice the Golden Bell Shield and Iron Shirt. It's a good thing my Spirit talents are vitality and resilience; it seems they're helping me a great deal now."
After resting for about ten minutes, Wang Li stood up again. Without putting on his shoes, he stood barefoot on the ground, directing spirit power to his legs, and then to his feet.
He hadn't learned to walk yet, so he couldn't learn to fly. Therefore, Wang Li no longer insisted on compressing spirit power, but instead focused more on controlling it. He would take it one step at a time; he had plenty of opportunities for trial and error.