By midnight, Jiang Yuan had finished reading the entire book and was concentrating on deducing the next tenth level of Tremor Punch.
With the success of the first nine levels, coupled with the hundredfold increase in talent, the tenth level was gradually written on the paper.
During this period, Jiang Yuan felt that all kinds of strange ideas would appear in his mind. When he encountered difficulties, they would be instantly broken through. He could even infer other things from one instance. His pen almost never stopped.
In just an hour, the tenth level was written down in such an unbelievable manner.
The moment he perfected the tenth level, Jiang Yuan understood everything. If he wanted to, he could unleash a tenfold amplification of Tremor Punch with one punch.
Thinking of this, even he could not help but suck in a breath of cold air.
"This is simply terrifying…This is still a hundredfold talent. What if it goes one level higher, a thousandfold talent? Ten thousand times? What about hundreds of millions?"
Jiang Yuan shuddered at the thought of his trillionfold talent.
With the support of such talent, nothing in the world was a secret to him.
He did not dwell on this problem for long. He wanted to continue deducing in one go and see where his limits were and whether he could improve further.
At the same time, Jiang Yuan's eldest son, Jiang Hao, was standing in the training field of the residential area. His eyes were closed and his brows were tightly furrowed. It was as if he was enduring great pain. He punched out one punch after another. If one looked closely, one would see that the top of his head was steaming.
This was the rhythm of his Qi and blood being filled and boiling.
"Lil Hao! He couldn't help it! You are only one step away from becoming a martial artist. Don't give up.”
The little person on Jiang Hao's wrist kept making sounds in his ear, encouraging him to continue.
"Think about your father and your mother. Your father is already in his nineties. For you and your sister, he is still training every day just to support you. If you become a martial artist, your parents will be able to live out their days in peace and happiness.”
" As long as you continue to grow stronger, you can even find all kinds of good things. Even if you extend your parents 'lives, it won't be a problem for them to live for hundreds or even thousands of years…"
Listening to these seductive voices, Zhang Hao waved his fists crazily, and the sound of his blood boiling became even more turbulent.
Boom...
As if a part of his body had suddenly been opened, Zhang Hao suddenly opened his eyes. An unprecedented feeling filled his entire body.
He knew that he had finally entered the ranks of martial artists. This feeling was a clear indication.
"Not bad, not bad…Your talent is not bad, but your willpower is very strong. Keep up the good work. A mere martial artist is only at the lowest level. However, I have to congratulate you. From this moment on, your father is no longer your match.”
Jiang Hao didn't say anything. He could feel the powerful energy in his body, and a smile finally appeared on his face.
At the same time, Jiang Yuan's pen slowly stopped, and his eyes were filled with surprise.
The eleventh level of the Tremor Fist Technique was actually deduced by him and written on a piece of paper.
" An elevenfold increase…"
Jiang Yuan felt a surge of emotions. There was a sense of pride and indescribable excitement. He felt as if he had opened the door to a whole new world. A hundred times more talent was simply unbelievable.
"I haven't reached the limit yet. I feel that I can still deduce it.”
The thought that popped up in his mind shocked him.
Normally speaking, if one could comprehend such a secret manual, especially one that greatly increased one's combat strength, one would be considered a genius, let alone surpass their predecessors and deduce the later stages.
If such a situation were to spread, who knew how many people would be scared to death? The entire human upper echelons would probably be in a commotion.
One had to know that in the entire world, the cultivation techniques that martial artists cultivated were basically found in ruins. There was not even a single human who could create a cultivation technique on their own.
Even the three magnates of humanity, the existences that suppressed the earth, could not do it.
However, Jiang Yuan managed to do it.
" A hundred times talent is so terrifying." As Jiang Yuan was muttering to himself, he heard footsteps coming from the corridor.
Jiang Yuan could clearly hear his son's footsteps based on his familiarity with his children. He did not pay much attention to it and continued to deduce the twelfth stage.
In the blink of an eye, a day passed.
When his wife, Murong Qingyue, woke up, she saw that her husband was still lying on the table, using the light to continuously write on the paper.
"Old man, you didn't sleep the whole night?”
Murong Qingyue's voice rang out, temporarily interrupting Jiang Yuan's train of thought.
"Yes, I slept in the middle of the night. I'm getting old. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I continued to write something.”Jiang Yuan didn't lift his head and continued writing.
Murong Qingyue didn't say anything. She put on her clothes and went out to make breakfast.
When it was time for breakfast, Jiang Yuan had not come down yet. She asked her daughter to call him. Jiang Yuan said that he was not hungry and asked them to eat first.
During the meal, Jiang Hao was very quiet, as if he had something on his mind.
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