“Ouch, my goodness, senior brother, it hurts so much. If you use a bit more force, I might not make it,” a seemingly sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy wailed on the training ground of the Holy Demon Sect. Despite his cries of pain, there was a hint of pleasure in his expression.
Lin Fan had a secret: he wasn’t a native of this world but had come from Earth—not just his soul, but his entire body had crossed over. When he first arrived in this mysterious world, Lin Fan felt a mix of excitement and bitterness. Hadn’t he read novels? Weren’t the protagonists in those stories always overpowered, with strength, status, wealth, and beauties at their fingertips? With a single shake of his body and a release of his domineering aura, whether it was sect leaders or stunning beauties, they would all bow at his feet.
But before Lin Fan could finish his daydream, he realized something was off. He had somehow become a punching bag for disciples to practice on in some demonic sect. When he found out, he was utterly dumbfounded. How could he, who had just arrived, become a punching bag? It didn’t make sense. Even if he was a loser, he could accept that, but at least he should have some kind of hidden identity. But now, he was just a training dummy, which left Lin Fan speechless and even drove him to cry secretly for days.
In his first year at the Holy Demon Sect, Lin Fan, still bewildered, endured inhuman suffering and was almost beaten into a third-rate waste. If it weren’t for the sect’s slight mercy in giving the punching bags a body-refining manual, he might have already perished.
“Titanium Demon Body”
When Lin Fan first got his hands on this body-refining manual, he was ecstatic. Just look at the name—it was cool and domineering. Once mastered, wouldn’t he be invincible? But after some self-guided practice, Lin Fan realized it was a complete scam.
The “Titanium Demon Body” had three levels and was a body-refining technique casually written by the founder of the Holy Demon Sect, specifically for punching bags. Even if one reached the third level, according to the manual, achieving the Titanium Demon Body would only make one a target for disciples to take down with a single strike.
Fortunately, heaven had a heart. Lin Fan’s tragic fate caught the attention of the heavens, and on a dark and windy night, after discussing life with the daughter of the Duke of Zhou in his dreams, Lin Fan suddenly discovered he had a data-based system.
After studying it for a long time, Lin Fan found no trace of the artificial intelligence often mentioned in novels. It was entirely up to him to figure it out. As for the data-based system, Lin Fan didn’t understand it at first, but later he noticed that under his character data panel, there was now data for his “Titanium Demon Body” practice.
Originally, after finishing his daily punching bag duties, Lin Fan would rush back to eat and practice. After all, if he didn’t master the “Titanium Demon Body,” who knew when someone with a heavy hand might kill him? But now, Lin Fan would wait for the disciples to beat him, then go back to sleep and dream his beautiful daydreams.
Lin Fan called out to the red-faced disciple and opened his data panel, carefully examining it. With a bit more effort, the “Titanium Demon Body” would reach level five. But according to the manual, the pinnacle was only three levels. What was going on?
Name: Lin Fan
Level: 1
Experience: 0
Technique: “Titanium Demon Body” Level 4 (2000/3000)
…
Looking at his data panel, Lin Fan felt a bit embarrassed. His level had remained at 1 for a long time. As for leveling up, Lin Fan had thought about it but hadn’t found a way. It had been a year since he arrived in this world, and although he hadn’t left the Holy Demon Sect, he had inquired about the cultivation levels here.
Postnatal, Innate, Spirit Entry, Minor Heavenly Rank, Major Heavenly Rank…
Each level was divided into nine stages.
Lin Fan knew there was probably more to it, but as a mere punching bag, being able to gather this much information was already quite an achievement.
“+1”
“+1”
“+1”
…
The experience for the “Titanium Demon Body” slowly increased. Lin Fan looked at the disciple in front of him, who was exerting all his strength, and sighed. Today was really strange; he had encountered such a novice disciple that each attack only added 1 experience point. Moreover, the punches were weak and soft. Lin Fan even wondered if he might stop gaining experience altogether.
Sure enough, as soon as he thought it…
“+0”
“+0”
…
Damn it, this loser really couldn’t cut it anymore. No experience gain—what’s the point?
Lin Fan turned his head and looked at his fellow punching bags around him, who were wailing as if they had suffered the greatest injury of their lives. In the Holy Demon Sect, if a punching bag was beaten to death, no one would care; they would just dig a hole and bury them.
“Why aren’t you screaming?” The disciple, seeing Lin Fan, who had been wailing earlier, now looking around, felt a surge of anger. When punching bags howled under his blows, even if he was tired, he felt excited, as if he were incredibly powerful. But now, he was furious.
Lin Fan, thinking he couldn’t waste the day, looked at the disciple and said, “Scream your sister! Acting is exhausting, you know? Your punches are weak, like a girl’s.”
Hearing this insult, the disciple’s face turned pale, then red, and his eyes filled with rage.
Lin Fan, seeing the disciple’s expression, couldn’t help but laugh. “Your acting is pretty good. Go drink some more milk; it’s like tickling.”
“You… you…” The disciple suddenly seemed unable to speak, his voice choked, and his previously fierce eyes turned watery.
“Waaah… you’re bullying me. My punches aren’t weak!”
Lin Fan was instantly dumbfounded, watching the disciple run off the training field, crying loudly. He had nothing to say. As a demonic sect disciple, how could he be so fragile?
Lin Fan shook his head, no longer paying attention to this guy. He needed to figure out how to level up quickly. The fourth level of the “Titanium Demon Body” was already somewhat abnormal; he wondered what the fifth level would be like.
Lin Fan stood there, stroking his chin, watching the disciples around him fiercely beating the punching bags, and a smile crept onto his lips. It seemed he had to activate taunt mode.
Lin Fan took a deep breath and then shouted, “Everyone, stop! I have something to say…”
Lin Fan’s roar could rival the lion’s roar from novels. In Lin Fan’s view, it was just about who had the louder voice. Back on Earth, he had been the class exercise leader; a loud voice was essential.
The disciples, who were using the punching bags for practice, stopped at the sound of his shout.
The battered punching bags, with swollen faces, looked at Lin Fan, wondering what this fellow punching bag was up to. Some took the opportunity to catch their breath, waiting for the next wave of attacks.
When would this kind of life ever end?
It was said that if one mastered the “Titanium Demon Body” to the third level, they could become an outer sect examination disciple, just like those who treated them as punching bags. But thinking about it, it seemed impossible. Some old punching bags who had been here for years had only barely reached the first level. As for the third level, it was as difficult as climbing to the heavens.
At this moment, the punching bags who were catching their breath were stunned when they heard the next sentence. This guy was asking to be beaten to death.
“Don’t look at me with those confused eyes. Let me be blunt: in my eyes, all of you here are trash…” Lin Fan stood with one hand behind his back, disdainfully beckoning the outer sect examination disciples with a finger.
…
Lin Fan had a secret—he wasn’t a native of this world but came from Earth. It wasn’t a soul transmigration; his actual body had crossed over.
When he first arrived in this mysterious world, Lin Fan was both thrilled and bitter inside. Haven’t you read novels? Every protagonist in books is incredibly powerful, effortlessly gaining strength, status, wealth, and beauty.
Just tremble with power, unleash the aura of a king, and whether they’re sect masters or peerless beauties, all would kneel before him.
But just as Lin Fan was nearing the climax of his daydream, he realized something was off. To his shock, he was actually a training dummy for disciples in some evil sect. Upon learning this, Lin Fan was utterly stunned.
How could he have just crossed over and immediately become a training dummy? That wasn’t scientific.
Even if he ended up being a nobody, he could accept that, but at the very least, he should have had a credible hidden identity.
But now, he was nothing more than a training dummy for others to practice on. This instantly left Lin Fan speechless, even driving him to secretly cry for several days in despair.
During his first year at the Holy Demon Sect, a still-bewildered Lin Fan endured unimaginable hardships, nearly getting beaten into a triple-grade waste.
If it weren’t for the Holy Demon Sect showing a bit of conscience by giving the training dummies a body cultivation manual, he probably would have died long ago.
“Titanium Demon Body”
“Ouch, my goodness, senior brother, it hurts so much. If you use a bit more force, I might not make it.” On the training ground of the Holy Demon Sect, a young man who appeared to be only sixteen or seventeen years old stood there, howling in pain, yet a hint of pleasure was evident in his expression.
Lin Fan had a secret: he wasn’t a native of this world but had come from Earth. Not just his soul, but his entire body had crossed over.
When he first arrived in this mysterious world, Lin Fan felt a mix of excitement and bitterness. Hadn’t he read novels? Weren’t the protagonists in those stories all incredibly powerful, with status, wealth, and beauties at their fingertips?
With a single shake of his body, he could release an aura so domineering that even sect leaders and stunning beauties would bow at his feet.
But just as Lin Fan’s daydream was about to reach its climax, he realized something was terribly wrong. He had somehow become a punching bag for disciples to practice their skills in some demonic sect. When he first learned this, Lin Fan was utterly dumbfounded.
He had just arrived, and now he was a punching bag? That didn’t make any sense.
Even if he was a loser, he could accept that, but at least he should have had a more reliable hidden identity.
But now, he was just a training dummy, which left Lin Fan speechless. He even secretly cried for several days in despair.
In his first year at the Holy Demon Sect, Lin Fan, still in a daze, suffered inhuman hardships and was nearly beaten into a third-rate waste.
If it weren’t for the sect’s slight sense of mercy, which provided the punching bags with a body-refining manual, he might have already perished.
“Titanium Demon Body”
When Lin Fan first got his hands on this body-refining manual, he was overjoyed. Just look at the name—it sounded so cool and domineering. Once mastered, wouldn’t he become invincible?
But after Lin Fan started practicing it on his own, he realized it was a complete scam.
The “Titanium Demon Body” had three levels and was a body-refining technique casually written by the founder of the Holy Demon Sect, specifically for punching bags.
Even if one reached the third level, according to the manual, achieving the Titanium Demon Body would only mean that the disciples could take him down with a single strike using real weapons.
Fortunately, heaven doesn’t let down those who persevere. Lin Fan’s tragic fate even moved the heavens. One night, under the cover of darkness, after discussing life with the daughter of the Duke of Zhou in his dreams, Lin Fan suddenly discovered he had a data-based system.
Lin Fan studied it for a long time but found no trace of the artificial intelligence mentioned in novels. It was entirely up to him to figure it out.
As for this data-based system, Lin Fan didn’t fully understand it at first. Later, he noticed that under his character data panel, there was now data related to his practice of the “Titanium Demon Body.”
Originally, after finishing his daily duties as a punching bag, Lin Fan would immediately rush back to eat and train. After all, if he didn’t master the “Titanium Demon Body,” who knew when someone with a heavy hand might kill him?
But now, Lin Fan spent his days waiting for the disciples to beat him, then went back to sleep and continue his beautiful daydreams.
After calling out to the red-faced disciple, Lin Fan opened his data panel and carefully examined it. With a bit more effort, the “Titanium Demon Body” would reach level five.
According to the manual, the “Titanium Demon Body” only had three levels, but he was already close to reaching the fifth level. What was going on?
Name: Lin Fan.
Level: 1.
Experience: 0.
Technique: “Titanium Demon Body” Level 4 (2000/3000).
…
Looking at his own data panel, Lin Fan felt a bit embarrassed. His level had remained at 1 for a long time. As for leveling up, Lin Fan had thought about it but never found a way.
It had been a year since he arrived in this world. Although he hadn’t left the Holy Demon Sect, he had managed to learn about the cultivation levels here.
Postnatal, Innate, Spirit Entry, Minor Heavenly Rank, Major Heavenly Rank…
Each level was divided into nine stages.
Lin Fan knew there was probably more to it, but as a mere punching bag, being able to gather this much information was already quite an achievement.
“+1.”
“+1.”
“+1.”
…
The experience for the “Titanium Demon Body” slowly increased. Lin Fan looked at the sect disciple in front of him, who was putting all his strength into the punches, and sighed. Today was truly bizarre—he had encountered such a novice disciple that each attack only added 1 point of experience.
Moreover, the punches felt weak and powerless. Lin Fan even wondered if he might stop gaining experience altogether…
Sure enough, as soon as he thought it, it happened.
“+0.”
“+0.”
…
Damn it, this loser really couldn’t cut it anymore. No experience was being gained. What was the point of this?
Lin Fan turned his head and looked at his fellow punching bags around him, who were howling in pain as if they had suffered the greatest injury of their lives.
In the Holy Demon Sect, if a punching bag was beaten to death, no one would care. They would just dig a hole and bury them.
“Why aren’t you screaming?” The disciple, seeing that Lin Fan, who had been howling earlier, was now looking around, felt a surge of anger. When the punching bags wailed under his blows, even if he was tired, he felt excited, as if he were incredibly powerful.
But now, he was furious.
Lin Fan, thinking that he couldn’t let this day go to waste, looked at the sect disciple in front of him and said, “Scream your sister! Acting is exhausting, you know? Your punches are as weak as a girl’s.”
The disciple, hearing this insult, turned pale, then red, his eyes filled with rage.
Lin Fan, seeing the disciple’s expression, couldn’t help but laugh. “Your acting is pretty good. Go drink some more milk. Your punches feel like tickling.”
“You… you…” The disciple suddenly seemed unable to speak, his voice choking up. His previously fierce eyes suddenly became watery.
“Wah… you’re bullying me. My punches aren’t weak!”
Lin Fan was instantly dumbfounded. Watching the disciple run off the training field, crying loudly with his buttocks exposed, he had nothing to say.
As a disciple of a demonic sect, how could he be so fragile?
Lin Fan shook his head, no longer paying attention to this guy. He needed to figure out a way to level up quickly.
The fourth level of the “Titanium Demon Body” was already somewhat monstrous. He wondered what the fifth level would be like.
Lin Fan stood there, chin in hand, watching the sect disciples around him fiercely beating the punching bags. A smile crept onto his lips.
It seemed he needed to activate taunt mode.
Lin Fan took a deep breath and then shouted, “Everyone, stop! I have something to say…”
Lin Fan’s roar could rival the Lion’s Roar from novels. In Lin Fan’s view, it was all about who had the louder voice.
Back on Earth, he had been the class leader during exercises. A loud voice was essential.
The sect disciples who were using the punching bags for practice stopped at his shout.
The battered and bruised punching bags looked at Lin Fan, wondering what this fellow punching bag was up to.
Some of the punching bags took this moment to catch their breath, waiting for the next wave of attacks.
When would this kind of life ever end?
They had heard that if one mastered the third level of the “Titanium Demon Body,” they could become an outer sect examination disciple, just like those who treated them as punching bags.
But thinking about it, it seemed impossible. Some of the older punching bags who had been here for years had only barely reached the first level of the “Titanium Demon Body.”
As for the third level, it was as difficult as climbing to the heavens.
At this moment, the punching bags who were catching their breath were stunned when they heard what Lin Fan said next.
This guy was asking to be beaten to death.
“Don’t look at me with those confused eyes. Let me be blunt—in my eyes, all of you here are trash…” Lin Fan stood with one hand behind his back, disdainfully beckoning the outer sect examination disciples with a finger.
…
However, after experimenting with the cultivation for himself, Lin Fan realized this was completely a scam.
The “Titanium Demon Body” had three levels, a body cultivation technique casually written by the founding patriarch of the Holy Demon Sect, specifically for training dummies.
Even if one cultivated up to the third level and achieved the “Titanium Demon Body,” according to the manual, one would still be easily cut down by disciples wielding real weapons.
Fortunately, heaven rewards those who persist. Lin Fan’s tragic fate moved the heavens, and one moonless, windy night, after discussing life with the daughter of Duke Chou in his dreams, Lin Fan suddenly discovered he had a data-based system.
After studying it for half a day, Lin Fan didn’t see any artificial intelligence like in novels—it was entirely up to him to explore on his own.
As for this data-based system, Lin Fan initially didn’t quite understand it, until he later discovered under his character data panel, statistics for his progress in cultivating the “Titanium Demon Body.”
Originally, after finishing his daily training dummy duties, Lin Fan would hurry back to eat and cultivate. After all, if he didn’t successfully cultivate the “Titanium Demon Body,” who knew when some heavy-handed person might kill him one day.
But now, Lin Fan simply waited for the disciples to beat him before going back to sleep and indulging in his beautiful daydreams.
After teasing a red-faced disciple with a playful shout, Lin Fan pulled up his data panel and examined it carefully. His “Titanium Demon Body” was almost about to reach level five.
As for the “Titanium Demon Body” manual stating only three levels existed, how come he was nearly at level five?
Name: Lin Fan
Level: 1
Experience: 0
Technique: “Titanium Demon Body” Level 4 (2000/3000)
…
Looking at his character data panel, Lin Fan felt somewhat disheartened. His level had stubbornly remained at Level 1 for a long time. Although he had thought about leveling up before, he couldn’t find a way.
It had already been a year since he arrived in this world. Although he hadn’t left the Holy Demon Sect yet, he had inquired about the cultivation levels here.
“Ouch, my goodness, senior brother, it hurts so much. If you use a bit more force, I might not make it,” a seemingly sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy stood on the training ground of the Holy Demon Sect, howling in pain. Yet, amidst his cries, there was a hint of pleasure in his expression.
Lin Fan had a secret—he wasn’t a native of this world but had come from Earth. Not just his soul, but his entire body had crossed over. When he first arrived in this mysterious world, Lin Fan felt a mix of excitement and bitterness. Hadn’t he read novels? Weren’t the protagonists in those stories all incredibly powerful, with status, wealth, and beauties at their fingertips? With a single shake of his body, they could exude an aura so domineering that even sect leaders and stunning women would bow at their feet.
But just as Lin Fan’s daydream was about to reach its climax, he realized something was off. He had somehow become a punching bag for disciples to practice on in some demonic sect. When he first learned this, he was utterly dumbfounded. How could he, who had just crossed over, end up as a punching bag? This didn’t make any sense.
Even if he was a loser, he could accept that, but at least he should have had some kind of hidden identity. But now, he was just a human sandbag for others to practice on. This realization left Lin Fan speechless, and he even secretly cried for several days out of despair.
In his first year at the Holy Demon Sect, Lin Fan, still in a daze, suffered inhuman hardships and was nearly beaten into a third-rate waste. If it weren’t for the sect’s slight conscience in giving the punching bags a body-refining manual, he might have already kicked the bucket.
“Titanium Demon Body”
When Lin Fan first got his hands on this body-refining manual, he was overjoyed. Just look at the name—it sounded so cool and domineering. Once mastered, wouldn’t he become invincible? But after he started practicing it on his own, he realized it was a complete scam.
The “Titanium Demon Body” had three levels and was a body-refining technique casually written by the founder of the Holy Demon Sect, specifically for punching bags. Even if one reached the third level, according to the manual, achieving the Titanium Demon Body would only make one slightly more durable. But in reality, it just meant that disciples could take him down with a single strike using real weapons.
Fortunately, heaven didn’t abandon Lin Fan. His tragic fate even moved the heavens, and on a dark and windy night, after discussing life with the daughter of the Duke of Zhou in his dreams, Lin Fan suddenly discovered he had a data-based system.
Lin Fan spent a long time studying it but found no trace of the artificial intelligence often mentioned in novels. It was entirely up to him to figure it out. As for this data-based system, Lin Fan didn’t fully understand it at first, but later he noticed that under his character data panel, there was a new entry for his “Titanium Demon Body” progress.
Previously, after finishing his daily punching bag duties, Lin Fan would immediately rush back to eat and practice. After all, if he didn’t master the “Titanium Demon Body,” who knew when someone might accidentally kill him with a heavy blow? But now, Lin Fan spent his days waiting for the disciples to beat him, then went back to sleep and continued his beautiful daydreams.
After calling out to the red-faced disciple, Lin Fan opened his data panel and examined it closely. With a bit more effort, his “Titanium Demon Body” would reach level five. But according to the manual, the pinnacle was only three levels. So why was he about to reach level five?
Name: Lin Fan
Level: 1
Experience: 0
Technique: “Titanium Demon Body” Level 4 (2000/3000)
…
Looking at his own data panel, Lin Fan felt a bit embarrassed. His level had remained at 1 for a long time. As for leveling up, Lin Fan had thought about it but never found a way. It had been a year since he arrived in this world, and although he hadn’t left the Holy Demon Sect, he had managed to gather some information about the cultivation levels here.
Postnatal, Innate, Divine, Small Heavenly Position, Great Heavenly Position… Each level was divided into nine stages. Lin Fan knew there was probably more to it, but as a mere punching bag, he was lucky to have even gathered this much information.
“+1”
“+1”
“+1”
…
The experience for the “Titanium Demon Body” slowly increased. Lin Fan looked at the disciple in front of him, who was putting all his strength into his punches, and sighed. Today was really strange—he had encountered such a weak disciple that each attack only gave him 1 experience point. The punches felt so soft that Lin Fan even wondered if he might stop gaining experience altogether.
Sure enough, as soon as he thought it…
“+0”
“+0”
…
Damn it, this loser really couldn’t cut it anymore. He wasn’t even giving experience points. What was the point of this?
Lin Fan turned his head and looked at his fellow punching bags around him, who were howling in pain as if they were suffering the greatest torment of their lives. In the Holy Demon Sect, if a punching bag was beaten to death, no one would care. They would just dig a hole and bury them.
“Why aren’t you screaming?” The disciple, seeing that Lin Fan, who had been howling earlier, was now looking around, felt a surge of anger. When punching bags wailed under his blows, even if he was tired, he felt excited, as if he was incredibly powerful. But now, he was furious.
Lin Fan, thinking that he couldn’t waste this day, looked at the disciple and said, “Scream your sister! Acting is exhausting, you know? Your punches are as weak as a girl’s.”
The disciple’s face turned pale and then red with anger upon hearing this insult. Lin Fan, seeing the disciple’s expression, couldn’t help but laugh. “Your acting is pretty good. Go drink some more milk. Your punches feel like tickling.”
“You… you…” The disciple suddenly seemed unable to speak, his voice choked with emotion. His previously fierce eyes suddenly became watery.
“Wah… you’re bullying me! My punches aren’t weak!”
Lin Fan was instantly dumbfounded. Watching the disciple run off the training field, crying loudly with his buttocks exposed, he was at a loss for words. How could a disciple of a demonic sect be so fragile?
Lin Fan shook his head, no longer paying attention to this guy. He needed to figure out a way to level up quickly. The fourth level of the “Titanium Demon Body” was already somewhat overpowered. He wondered what the fifth level would be like.
Lin Fan stood there, stroking his chin, and looked around at the disciples who were fiercely beating the punching bags. A smile crept onto his face. It seemed he needed to activate his taunting mode.
Lin Fan took a deep breath and then shouted, “Everyone, stop! I have something to say…”
Lin Fan’s shout could rival the lion’s roar from novels. In his mind, it was all about who had the loudest voice. Back on Earth, he had been the class leader for morning exercises, so his voice had to be loud.
The disciples who were using the punching bags for practice stopped upon hearing his shout. The battered punching bags, with bruised faces, looked at Lin Fan, wondering what this fellow punching bag was up to. Some of them took the opportunity to catch their breath, waiting for the next round of attacks.
When would this kind of life ever end?
It was said that if one could master the “Titanium Demon Body” to the third level, they could become an outer sect examination disciple, just like those who were using them as punching bags. But thinking about it, it seemed impossible. Some of the older punching bags who had been here for years had only barely reached the first level of the “Titanium Demon Body.” Reaching the third level was as difficult as climbing to the heavens.
At this moment, the punching bags who were catching their breath were stunned when they heard Lin Fan’s next words. This guy was asking to be beaten to death.
“Don’t look at me with those confused eyes. Let me be blunt—in my eyes, all of you here are trash…” Lin Fan stood with one hand behind his back, disdainfully curling his finger at the outer sect examination disciples.
…
Each level was divided into nine tiers.
Lin Fan knew there were probably even more levels beyond these, but who asked him to be just a training dummy? Knowing this much was already pretty good.
“+1.”
“+1.”
“+1.”
…
The experience for “Titanium Demon Body” increased slowly. Watching the disciple before him exerting all his strength, Lin Fan sighed. Today was strange—he had encountered such a novice disciple. Each attack only added one experience point.
And those punches felt weak and feeble on him. Lin Fan even wondered if he should worry about running out of experience…
Sure enough, thinking made it so.
“+0.”
“+0.”
…
What the heck! This useless fellow really can’t do anything anymore. No more experience gain. What’s even the point now?
Lin Fan turned his head and looked at his fellow training dummies around him, who were crying out in pain, as if suffering the greatest injuries of their lives.
At the Holy Demon Sect, if a training dummy was beaten to death by disciples, no one would care. They’d just dig a hole and bury the body.
“Why aren’t you screaming?” The disciple, seeing Lin Fan, who had been crying out loudly moments ago, now looking around aimlessly, felt a surge of anger. When the training dummy cried out in pain from his punches, even though he felt tired, he was also excited, feeling powerful.
But now, he was furious.
Thinking he couldn’t waste the whole day, Lin Fan looked at the disciple, “Scream at your sister! Acting is exhausting, you know? Your punches are so weak, like a girl’s.”
Hearing this insult, the disciple’s face turned pale and then green, his eyes blazing with anger.
Seeing the disciple’s expression, Lin Fan couldn’t help but laugh, “Your facial expression acting is pretty good. Go home and drink more milk—it’s like a tickle.”
“You… you…” The disciple suddenly seemed unable to speak, his voice choked up. His previously fierce gaze abruptly changed, becoming teary-eyed.
“Wah… you’re bullying me! My punches aren’t weak!”
Lin Fan was instantly stunned, watching the disciple run off the training ground with his butt cheeks flapping and wailing loudly. He was speechless.
As a disciple of the demonic sect, how could he be so sensitive and unable to take criticism?
Shaking his head, Lin Fan stopped paying attention to the guy and focused instead on figuring out how to level up quickly.
Level 4 of the “Titanium Demon Body” was already somewhat monstrous. Who knew what Level 5 would be like?
Standing there with his chin in his hand, Lin Fan watched the disciples around him fiercely beating the training dummies. A smile gradually spread across his face.
Looks like it was time to activate the taunt mode.
Lin Fan gathered his energy and roared loudly.
“Stop! I have something to say…”
Lin Fan’s shout could rival the Lion’s Roar technique described in novels. In his own view, it was simply a matter of who had the loudest voice.
Back on Earth, he had been the class leader directing morning exercises—without a loud voice, how could he manage?
The disciples who were using the training dummies halted their attacks at once, startled by Lin Fan’s cry.
The battered training dummies, bruised and swollen-faced, looked at Lin Fan in confusion, not knowing what their fellow dummy was up to.
Some training dummies used this pause to catch their breath, preparing for the next wave of attacks.
When would this miserable life ever end?
They had heard that if one cultivated the “Titanium Demon Body” to the third level, they could become an outer sect disciple, just like those who treated them as dummies.
But it seemed impossible. Some veteran dummies who had endured for years could barely reach the first level.
Reaching the third level was as hard as climbing to the heavens.
Just then, while catching their breath, the training dummies heard Lin Fan’s next sentence, leaving them all stunned.
This guy must be asking for a beating.
“Don’t look at me with those confused eyes. To be frank, in my eyes, all of you here are trash…” Lin Fan stood with one hand behind his back, contemptuously beckoning the outer sect disciples with a finger.
…
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