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He glanced at the tall and majestic Yin Muhu not far away.

"The physique of Yin Muhu could have been achieved to this extent perhaps due to some inherent genetic factors, but reaching such a state definitely involves the training methods of his School of Martial Arts," he said.

"A woman working to achieve a physique as robust as a man\'s, if unaffected by external factors, would have to exert ten or even nine times the effort."

It\'s only by training with specific techniques and Secret Medicine that one can forge a body of such extreme rigidity and thus unleash equally extreme power.

"Let\'s give it a try," he said.

Xue Jing took a deep breath, inhaling a vast amount of oxygen into his lungs.

Since the "Running" skill had been upgraded and had strengthened his lungs, currently, the lungs were the strongest of his five viscera.

The robustness of one\'s lungs is crucial for the circulation of power; Martial Breathing Skills absorb oxygen from the outside, which from the lungs enters the blood, providing the driving force that surges throughout the body, mobilizing various organs. This is the principle behind power.

The more oxygen that can be inhaled in one breath, the stronger the resulting driving force, and naturally, the more power that can be mobilized.

This was one of the reasons why Xue Jing was able to \'overpower\' his fellow talented peers with his power.

The difference in lung capacity between them was too great.

As his blood circulated rapidly under the breathing technique, Xue Jing\'s body surface grew slightly warm, and Power manifested as a roaring True Dragon.

With a thought, he entered his inner vision.

The True Dragon roamed throughout his body, treating his corporeal form as if it were rivers and seas, creating the turbulent sound of a mighty river wherever it passed.

This Power-created True Dragon, with its appearance and details becoming more refined as Xue Jing continuously grew stronger, had also grown significantly larger.

"First... try to eliminate as much Soft Power as possible," he thought.

As Xue Jing\'s mind flickered, the True Dragon instantly shed numerous fine scales from its body.

These scales, falling like feathers, floated softly, appearing extremely pliable.

The True Dragon roared, and the gaps left by the falling scales were quickly refilled by the surrounding flesh.

The new scales looked extremely sharp and hard, and its body subtly shrank by a barely noticeable margin.

At the same time, the previously agile and nimble form of the True Dragon stiffened significantly, resembling a rusted machine that could not easily turn, and its eyes even appeared somewhat dull.

"Still not enough," he said.

Xue Jing\'s mind sharpened.

The scales on the True Dragon\'s body lifted abruptly, making the dragon resemble a startled cat.

Then, a multitude of fresh blood sprayed from the gaps of the lifted scales, each drop an abstract thread of power.

Not only Soft Power was drawn from the True Dragon, since it was difficult for Xue Jing to precisely remove only Soft Power, hence, he had to excise large chunks of power that contained traces of Soft Power altogether, like slicing flesh to cure disease.

In this continuous process of removal, the True Dragon\'s body continuously shrank, now only half its original size.

Its movements also became more and more rigid, until at a certain moment, it nearly completely froze, appearing as if transformed into an inanimate puppet.

"Hmm, this is probably the current limit," Xue Jing observed the dragon, now almost entirely made of Pure Rigidity, in his inner vision.

"It can... still move," he noted.

The rigid dragon managed to move, but it was the kind of movement where its body remained static, simply shifting in the air.

It was like a video game character getting stuck.

Xue Jing controlled it, bringing it over to his right hand, fortifying his right fist, and then suddenly swung at the nearby Yin Muhu.

"Swoosh—"

The fist, which completely defied aerodynamics with its rigidity, emitted an intensely sharp whistling sound due to friction with the air, displacing layers of air waves as it struck the well-built chest and abdomen of Yin Muhu.

"Bang!"

A sound akin to a hammer striking a bell rang out as Xue Jing\'s fist and the steel-like body of Yin Muhu both trembled from the impact, causing both individuals to fly backward due to the mutual force.

Planting his feet on the ground and carving two grooves in the solid wood flooring, Xue Jing stopped the backward momentum.

"Rigid power is just too hard to control," he shook his head.

"The main issue is still not reaching the true \'Pure Rigidity,\' as some Soft Power that cannot be removed still remains... This nearly there yet not quite state is the most uncomfortable," he reflected.

"If all the Soft Power could be eliminated, giving rise to an \'Extremely Rigid True Dragon\' that could shatter with a slight exertion, then the next step of \'Wishful Shaping\' could begin," he mused.

Xue Jing walked over to Yin Muhu, placed his hand on her shoulder, and began channeling power, permeating into her body.

Through the invasion of power, he vaguely explored her internal body structure.

He hadn\'t reached the level of his master, Li Qi, who could perceive the entire body upon the incursion of power, only managing a rough exploration.

"It\'s still due to the Kungfu Body. Yin Muhu\'s Kungfu Body is special, extremely rigid, ensuring that the power generated internally has very little \'Soft\' component, and the \'Rigid\' is distinctly separated, making it very easy to remove," he deduced.

"If I\'m not mistaken, when the School of Martial Arts related to Vajra Wishful Hand fully matures, all the generated power will be \'Pure Rigidity,\' even without needing any removal," he conjectured.