Breakthrough

[Martial Arts Realm: Skin Tempering Realm (Early)

Martial Arts Technique: Earthquake Fist (Low-grade Human Rank)

Blood Qi: 200/200 (Breakthrough Available!)]

Dalvin almost spat out the mouthful of cold water he was about to swallow and also almost choked on it from surprise. When he opened this screen, he expected to see it reach 80% of the total amount needed as he knew the calculations already, but this was just shocking.

He thought of the reason for the change and could only come up with two reasons. One should be due to the state he had just been in, which might have enhanced the practice of his martial technique.

The other should be the fact that he still had the effects of the protein shake within him and it might have merged with the xueqi pill to form a stronger torrent than usual. Whichever one it was, Dalvin was grateful for its existence and influence on him.

Because now, he could breakthrough and attain a new level of power.

Immediately, Dalvin accepted the prompt to breakthrough and watched as his blood qi value on the screen plummeted. Instead, his entire body surged with heat as visible lines of blood gushed through his veins as he began to change.

Right away, his body shrunk slightly then expanded afterward, more of his remaining chubbiness being blasted away in favor of hard muscles that could better achieve the task that the body was set out to do.

The transformation only lasted a short while but for Dalvin, the influence of these changes that had been made to his body and mind would persist for a long time.

Speaking of his body, since he was currently topless, he could now admire his changed form. After his first breakthrough, he had gone from chubby to relatively slim, but with only very loose and general muscle lines.

Now after this one, those muscle lines had deepened and he looked like a male model that was usually posted on magazines or the type of dudes who advertised weight loss apps.

From his arms right down to his calves, there was not a trace of loose skin nor a bit of fat. He had done it, he had finally achieved the peak male form that many men dreamed of getting but were deterred by the amount of work it took to get there.

Curious, he checked his stats to see how much they had increased.

[Name: Dalvin

Race: Human

Physique: Spacetime Immortal Body (10% Awakened)

Age: 21

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Martial Arts Realm: Skin Tempering Realm (Middle)

Martial Arts Technique: Earthquake Fist (Low-grade Human Rank)

Blood Qi: 0/300 (Unable to Breakthrough)

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Cultivation Realm: Mortal (None)

Cultivation Mantra: None

Cultivation Base: 0/100 (Unable to Breakthrough)

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Power: 15.9

Qi: 15.7

Fortitude: 15.8

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Bloodline energy: 100%. (Next 1% in 00:00:00)

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Middle stage of Skin Tempering and his stats had all increased by 50%. While it was not an increase of 2 times that he felt, it was still enough to make him feel the difference at this early stage since every numeral counted in his assessment.

A wicked little voice whispered in Dalvin's ear for him to return to that cement factory and take revenge on the one who humiliated him with his newfound strength. Unfortunately for it though, that thought was quashed like a bug and discarded.

Dalvin was already mostly over it. He had vented out his anger through that training session and had even broken through his limit, so he was in a good state of mind. He wasn't one to hold unnecessary grudges forever.

Even if he had a grudge, the one he would have to take it on would be the caster of his Dao Curse, not that guy who was at the right place at the wrong time.

Still, his defeat had taught Dalvin a lesson that even if he grew his body's stats, without the skills and techniques to control it, he would be wasting a lot of his power. He would immediately search for competent online training courses and sign up for one.

While thinking this, he decided that it was about time to head home. He was sure enough that the fellow he fought did not see his face, only his previous build. As long as he made sure he wasn't tracked somehow, he should be fine.

Dalvin looked at his clothes and hesitated. Frankly speaking, the only way a tracker could be placed on him would be to stick to his clothes or his skin. While he didn't fancy the idea he had in mind, he couldn't afford to risk it.

As such, he took off his tracksuit pants then found a nearby lighter and set them on fire in front of the office, right in the fake garden. This included his shoes too, leaving him only with a pair of boxers.

After that, he took the dispenser bottle and poured the water over his head, washing his body down in case the tracker was applied on the external area of his skin. After dousing himself in this cold water, Dalvin used some tissues from a tissue box to wipe his face and felt amused by the entire thing.

He sucked in a deep breath and then jumped over the wall lightly, glancing up and down the quiet street to make sure no one was around. Gassing himself up, he took a step forward and burst into a sprint.

Immediately, Dalvin was overwhelmed not by anything, but by his own speed. The world quickly became a blur around him as he tore through the streets of the quiet industrial area and quickly made his way toward the residential area.

There was intense motion blur in his vision, only allowing him to see what was directly in front of him while everything on the side was a garbled mess. He crossed road and passed entire blocks in mere seconds, no one able to even get a full glimpse of him as he tore along for the few who were around.

Dalvin had never felt like this in his life. He could run a bit when he was younger, but the years of sitting in a chair while working through his PC had killed his fitness and cardiovascular ability, so even jogging was a herculean task before he started going to the gym.

But now, not only was he locomoting faster than he ever had before. He did not feel the slightest bit of fatigue or muscle burn.

Still, even in his ecstatic state, he was aware that he couldn't afford to let too many people see him like this, especially since he was now so close to the residential area. There was the occasional car or truck on the street as well as the occasional passerby having come from somewhere else.

As such, Dalvin stopped somewhere quiet to gather his bearings before beginning to use his Blink skill to advance home. He would teleport into unoccupied buildings or even the gardens of people's houses and lay low for his bloodline energy to recharge before moving forward.

Like this, about half an hour later, Dalvin finally entered the room of his apartment right away and fell onto his bed, tired and sleepy. Without any hesitation, he let his eyes close as he entered the land of dreams right away.