Jett glanced at the bookshelf and pulled out a script.
"The Classic of Muscle and Tendon Transformation".
It was a classic of Buddhism, possessing incredibly miraculous powers. Even among the many martial arts scripts Jett had collected, it was the most formidable.
However, was The Classic of Muscle and Tendon Transformation really so miraculous?
After practicing it for so many years, Jett felt that the Classic of Muscle and Tendon Transformation could only strengthen the body and was not that miraculous.
Besides, the Vajra Palm itself was not as miraculous as described either. Its miraculousness stemmed from Jett's imagination, which could be described as a kind of obsession, combined with a bit of mystery, ultimately forming Jett's current Vajra Palm.
If the Classic of Muscle and Tendon Transformation could be transformed, then it should also be able to turn something decadent into something miraculous.
Jett picked up the Classic of Muscle and Tendon Transformation and began flipping through it. This was how he got into the zone before.
Soon afterward, Jett fell into a deep sleep.
At the same time, the black mist he had absorbed previously appeared. Under the influence of the black mist, the scriptures of The Classic of Muscle and Tendon Transformation also appeared in his mind, constantly decomposing, reorganizing, and generating a new version of The Classic of Muscle and Tendon Transformation.
At this moment, an accident occurred.
The mutated version of the Classic of Muscle and Tendon Transformation had just reorganized a part of itself, but it seemed to have lost its subsequent power, suddenly collapsing and fragmenting. A large amount of black mist dispersed from it and returned to Jett's body.
Jett also woke up, feeling a heavy sensation in his head, as if he had been hit with a brick.
"It failed, but it also succeeded."
Jett thought to himself.
It failed because the mutated version of the Classic of Muscle and Tendon Transformation was not formed, but it succeeded because his current plan was correct. The black mist could help martial arts techniques mutate and then transform into his own strength.
"It was still too forced."
Jett looked at the Classic of Muscle and Tendon Transformation with a hint of regret.
However, it was understandable. After all, the Classic of Muscle and Tendon Transformation in his subconscious mind was incredibly miraculous, already beyond the scope of martial arts. If it were so easy to succeed, it would be too exaggerated.
"The black mist is not enough. Let me try another one."
Jett put the Classic of Muscle and Tendon Transformation back on the bookshelf and began selecting from the many scripts he had collected.
Dragon and Elephant Fist?
Pass!
The power of Dragon and Elephant Fist is too exaggerated. The black mist is definitely not enough.
Nine Yang Martial Power?
Also pass!
This one is extremely powerful. To master it, the black mist would need to be multiplied by hundreds or even thousands.
One after another, most of the martial arts techniques were rejected.
Finally, Jett focused his attention on several well-known basic martial arts techniques.
"Thirteen Protectors", "Golden Bell Shield", "Iron Arm", "Iron Crotch", "Iron Cloth", and so on.
"The Golden Bell Shield is not bad. It trains both external and internal skills. Currently, the Vajra Palm has enough destructive power. I need another skill to protect myself."
If he wanted to practice martial arts, he could no longer avoid supernatural events. No one knew when he might encounter a tough opponent. Having a protective martial art could help him endure more hits if he couldn't defeat the opponent.
In this aspect, what Jett disliked the most were those who had strong attack power but low health and ran around recklessly. As the saying went, no matter how high one's martial arts skills were, one was still afraid of a kitchen knife and a single gunshot could take one down.
He thought about how encountering people who only practiced internal skills and didn't learn a protective martial art could lead to a huge loss if they were killed by a sneaky attack. They probably couldn't even die with peace of mind.
"This is it," he decided.
Jett put the other scripts back on the bookshelf, picked up "Golden Bell Shield," sat down on a chair, and began reading.
He soon got into the zone.
This time, it went smoothly. With the help of the black mist, the original version of Golden Bell Shield began to decompose and disappear, and the mutated version appeared.
Jett suddenly opened his eyes and stood up, with his eyes emitting a frightening green light.
He went to the place where the steamed buns were placed and stuffed them into his mouth one after another. His stomach seemed like a bottomless pit, and no matter how much he ate, it didn't seem to fill up.
Jett's body began to inflate like a balloon.
His original height began to increase.
What was even more exaggerated was his body. The buttons on his white shirt had popped off, and his well-defined, lean muscles were exposed to the air.
When Jett finished eating everything on the table, his body began to change again.
This time, his whole body slowly shrank.
Originally, although Jett was tall, he wasn't very muscular. He could only be described as having a standard physique.
Coupled with his refined appearance, wearing glasses, he looked gentle and handsome.
But now, he developed muscles and his facial features became well-defined.
Instantly, a scholar turned into a tough guy.
However, this was not surprising. This was how hard skills work, and this was also the special effect that Jett imagined in his mind.
"I succeeded! Golden Bell Shield is perfected!"
Jett regained his consciousness and looked at his perfect muscles, thinking about the effects of the perfected Golden Bell Shield.
Legend had it that those who mastered the Golden Bell Shield could endure punches and kicks without any harm, and even ordinary swords and knives could not injure them. Some could even achieve the level of self protection.
Thereby obtaining incredible effects such as not drowning in water, not burning in fire, not needing to breathe, and not feeling hungry.
He should be similar, or even stronger now.
In his subconscious mind, Golden Bell Shield not only excelled in external skills but also in internal energy, especially in terms of strength.
Jett closed his eyes and felt the fluctuation of his internal energy, discovering that it had doubled.
Gripping his fist and swinging it, his strength had tripled. A single punch could exert a force of three bulls, which was equivalent to 1,000 pounds.
Of course, the greatest benefit of Golden Bell Shield was its defense.
However, the most damaging kitchen knife in the apartment was already broken, so he couldn't test this aspect.
"The black mist should no longer be enough to mutate another martial art technique. I need to continue searching for supernatural events."
This was the second time Jett utilized the energy of black mist, and he could now perceive its quantity.
He had accumulated almost a thousand units of black mist before, but the mutation of Golden Bell Shield consumed seven hundred units of black mist.
Only three hundred units of black mist remained.
Based on his understanding and analysis of martial arts, there was currently no martial art technique that required such a small amount of black mist.
Wait!
Jett had been thinking about internal skills but forgot about skill-based scripts.
Those martial arts only focused on techniques without cultivating internal skills.
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