Improvement (1)

The light blue interface surfaced before Lu Sheng.

"Improve Gelailo Sword Skill."

"Pcchht."

The interface immediately blurred.

Lu Sheng calmed his breathing down, and the huge amount of medicine clearly showed its intense, boiling effect. His skin felt hot, and he felt as if countless tiny needles were stabbing into his pores from the outside to his internal organs.

These needles were like tendrils as they tunneled their way into his internal organs and heart. They only stopped after they were blocked by his curled up main body.

"Hmm… This medicine… Interesting…" Lu Sheng raised and looked at his own arm.

Densely packed red blood spots started appearing on the skin of his arm. His muscles were agitated, and were contorting as if they were being wrung by a pair of big hands.