Finally, the black-robed elder died beneath the palm strike, and his death was a humiliating one.
It wasn't that Jett was merciless; someone had already tried to kill him, and showing mercy would only leave himself vulnerable.
Who knew if the other party would seek revenge afterward?
Looking at the chaotic park scene, Jett tidied up a bit and erased his traces.
Fortunately, the location was remote, and the black-robed elder had also planned to avoid the cameras; otherwise, he estimated that there would be a lot of trouble later on.
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After dealing with the black-robed elder, Jett chose to return directly to his apartment.
Since it was still early in the morning and the black-robed elder had used some method to knock out a group of people, no one had discovered the abnormality there yet.
After going upstairs and reaching the doorway, Jett heard a thunderous snoring sound.
"Sleeping soundly," Jett glanced at the neighbor and shook his head before returning to his room. This might be what people call "blessings for the foolish".
After mastering the Golden Bell Shield, it wasn't a problem to not rest for a short period.
Coupled with obtaining so much black mist, he couldn't sleep peacefully, so Jett thought of taking the opportunity to enhance his strength.
He had bought a lot of cooked food after school yesterday and stacked it at home, so he wasn't worried about consuming too much of his own energy.
He went directly to the study to select martial arts scripts.
"Killing eight monkey monsters gave me 2,200 units of black mist, and one zombie provided 800 units of black mist. Four of them totaled 3,200 units. Added together, I now have a total of 5,400 units of black mist. I should be able to make a significant improvement this time."
Looking at the martial arts scripts on the bookshelf, he began to carefully select them.
"First, speed is currently my weakness. I'll choose a lightness skill script this time."
Jett took out the lightness skill scripts and began to select.
The lightness skill couldn't be too weak, but it couldn't be too strong either.
If it was too weak, it would be embarrassing not to be able to catch up with people. If it was too strong, the black mist would be unevenly distributed.
After thinking for a while, Jett picked out two scripts from a pile of lightness skill scripts.
'Grass-Running' and 'Water-Skimming'.
These two scripts might look ordinary, but that's not entirely true.
First, as the most widely used lightness skill in martial arts novels, 'Grass-Running' is definitely a fundamental skill and must have its own reason for existing.
Secondly, 'Water-Skimming' is not an overused lightness skill.
Jett realized that no matter how he chose, these were all scripts that Jett had painstakingly collected, and each one had sentimental value. He couldn't just leave them unpracticed.
Since he couldn't learn divine martial arts scripts in one go, he would start from the basics and move step by step. His indecisiveness wouldn't be too problematic.
After realizing this, Jett didn't care much about the choice anymore and took out a pile of basic scripts from the cabinet beside him.
Since he couldn't learn divine skills for the time being, he would accumulate them bit by bit and walk steadily.
He wouldn't miss out on any of these martial arts skills; he would learn them all.
He placed the selected martial arts scripts on the desk and casually picked up one.
"Iron Cloth? Let's go with this one."
Then he opened the book and started reading. After entering the state, it didn't take long for Jett's body to start changing.
"Eat."
The first thing he did after waking up was to open the bag of cooked food and stuff it into his mouth.
After eating enough, Jett let out a sigh of relief and examined the changes after reaching the perfect stage of the Iron Cloth.
Finding everything normal, he breathed a sigh of relief.
It was good that he didn't become ugly as the black-robed elder had said.
Moreover, not only did he not become ugly, his muscles became more refined.
Afterward, Jett tested his improvements in various aspects.
Firstly, his internal strength had increased by half.
According to his calculations, reaching the perfect stage of the 'Vajra Palm' had brought him about thirty years of pure internal strength.
The Golden Bell Shield mainly focused on the whole body, so it was relatively less, but it also provided him with twenty years of pure internal strength.
The Iron Cloth, which also focused on physical training, gave him another twenty years of pure internal strength.
In terms of strength, he previously had the strength of three bulls. With the additional strength of one bull from the Iron Cloth, it became the strength of four bulls.
His defense was the same as before and couldn't be tested, but he estimated that his defense could withstand anything except for divine weapons or large-caliber bullets.
He was previously like a humanoid tyrannosaurus; now, he was probably like a humanoid tank.
Afterward, Jett picked up another script.
"Eagle Claw? Let's practice it."
Ten minutes later.
Jett practiced the moves of the Eagle Claw in the living room.
With one claw, the air was torn apart.
The Eagle Claw also brought him many benefits in various aspects.
Twenty years of pure internal strength, the strength of one bull, and a pair of unbreakable fingers.
In the following time, Jett began practicing martial arts frantically.
"Iron Arm? Let's practice it!"
"Iron Crotch? Let's practice it!"
"Vajra Leg? Let's practice it!"
"Vajra Finger? Let's practice it!"
"Iron Palm? Let's practice it too!"
After three hours, he had practiced most of the martial arts scripts on the table, mostly hard skills.
Now, he felt fiery all over and urgently needed to vent.
However, he suppressed it. If he vented now, this apartment building probably wouldn't be enough for him to demolish.
"I couldn't continue like this; I won't be able to hold on if I do."
Having too many martial arts skills was also troublesome, especially hard skills. Most people who practice them had fiery tempers and were easily ignited.
Fortunately, Jett relied on black mist to practice, and every skill he practiced reached perfection. The aggression wasn't very strong. If it were someone else, they would have probably lost control and gone on a rampage.
Even so, with so many hard skills accumulated together, he didn't feel good either.
If someone provoked him now, he would probably face Jett's exploding anger and be swatted to death.
"It seems that I couldn't continue like this in the short term. I have to find a way to adjust my mindset first."
Jett relaxed his body, arranged the books on the table, and took out a few Taoist scriptures to cultivate his sentiments.
In terms of strength, he had already made some estimations.
His internal strength had accumulated to 120 years, which didn't seem like much. Mainly, the upper limits of many basic scripts were too low, and their focus wasn't on internal strength.
He also tried to see if he could increase some variation intensity through imagination, but the answer was no. The black mist didn't accept temporary imagination and only transformed the martial arts skills according to what he had imagined before.
His strength had accumulated to ten bulls. One punch could probably flip a truck over.
Other aspects needed practical testing, and he couldn't estimate them himself.
Overall, there was a significant improvement. His internal strength had more than doubled, and his strength had more than tripled. After learning the varied 'Grass-Running' and 'Water-Skimming', his speed shouldn't be too far behind either.
In short, there was a substantial improvement.
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