Chapter 408: Reborn?

Liang Yu focused his gaze on the thick black liquid.

Although the smell was unpleasant, this was the essence of the concentrated medicinal bath.

At this moment, he had a bold idea: he took out a jar, carefully collected the thick black viscous liquid, and then copied some of it into his backpack.

When he took it out again, Liang Yu looked at the disgusting liquid in his hand, took out a brush, dipped some, and glanced at his arm.

Then, with a resolute heart, he dipped even more of the viscous liquid and quickly spread it over the entire bone of his left arm.

Afterward, he held the medical kit in his hand, ready to deal with any situation that might arise.

Not long after, an unusual sensation came from his arm; Liang Yu only felt a piercing pain emanating from his arm, as if countless needles were pricking his bones.

He gritted his teeth, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans continuously rolled down his forehead.

However, his heart was full of anticipation, because he knew that if this attempt succeeded, it would bring him tremendous changes, and although he clutched the medical kit tightly in his hand, he did not use it.

As time slowly passed, the pain gradually lessened, and he was surprised to find that the originally fragile bones in his arm seemed to have been injected with steel, becoming hard, and his skin also gradually became tough.

So, after the medicinal effect on his arm disappeared, he immediately used a medical kit on himself, and his physical condition instantly returned to its peak.

Liang Yu tried to swing his arm, feeling an unprecedented strength, and punched forward with force, expecting to hear an explosive sound.

However, he was overthinking it; he only felt an increase in strength, but he was completely unable to perform the astonishing feats seen in wuxia novels.

At this moment, he pulled out a strength tester from his backpack; this was a very common model, and Liang Yu adjusted the testing machine, his expression calm yet subtly revealing a hint of confidence.

He stood casually, clenching his fist slightly, and a subtle airflow seemed to surge in the air.

Immediately after, he unleashed a powerful punch, slamming it heavily onto the tester.

In an instant, the tester emitted a slight vibration, and the numbers on the display began to jump rapidly.

Those numbers, like active sprites, continuously climbed from small to large.

Initially, the numbers increased faster and faster, but as time went on, the ascent gradually stabilized.

It finally stopped slowly when the value reached 218.

The unit after this 218 was KG, which means Liang Yu, relying solely on his physical body, unleashed 436 jin of strength, and he did not use any equipment or props.

Liang Yu still wanted to try a full-strength punch to see his physical limit, but after thinking about it, he decided to temper his entire body first.

So he took out more of the black viscous liquid and spread it over his entire body; the full-body pain struck again, and Liang Yu almost couldn’t endure it.

At this moment, he felt somewhat fortunate that the most critical and fragile parts of his body were not covered, and he was also glad that he didn’t choose the easy way out by pouring this viscous liquid into a bath tub and soaking himself.

Otherwise, he might truly not have been able to endure it.

Pain!

It was truly too painful!

However, all of this was worth it; after Liang Yu endured the medicinal effect, he immediately used a medical kit on himself to restore his mental and physical state.

After his body recovered, he went into the bathroom to wash off the excess substance from his body.

At this moment, he came to the washbasin and looked at himself in the mirror; he had originally expected a bone-tempering and marrow-cleansing effect, and that he could go from being a ’little yellow man’ to experiencing the feeling of being a ‘pretty boy’.

However, when he saw himself in the mirror, he found that his skin color hadn’t changed at all; it was exactly as it had been before.

In particular, he also found that there was still a small area on his body that hadn’t been washed clean, so he went back to rinse again.

Only then did he return to the room and once again looked at the strength testing machine.

Liang Yu gritted his teeth tightly, veins bulging on his forehead; this time, he concentrated all the strength in his entire body into his right fist.

With a roar, the sound wave seemed to want to break through this enclosed space; his figure leaned forward like a tiger pouncing on its prey, and he once again fiercely punched the testing machine in front of him.

The wind from his fist whistled, creating a small vortex of airflow.

The moment his fist collided with the machine, it emitted a dull yet deafening sound, like a resonating bell. This powerful impact caused the machine to tremble violently, the metal surface showed obvious dents, and the surrounding parts hummed in response.

Liang Yu’s arm felt slightly numb from the immense recoil, but he paid no attention, his eyes fixed on the machine, filled with unyielding spirit and determination.

His chest heaved violently, breathing heavily, and sweat ran down his cheeks, soaking his clothes.

But he showed no sign of backing down, as if he was in a contest with the machine.

After this heavy punch, the machine emitted a “sizzling” electrical sound, some indicator lights flickered, and the display panel’s values jumped wildly.

It quickly surpassed the previous value of 218, and there was still no sign of stopping; the value continued to rise.

It was only after breaking through the 400-point mark that the ascending value slowed down.

Finally, the number on the display stopped at 436.

Liang Yu looked at this number; although he felt some unwillingness, he also understood that his current limit was probably here.

It’s no exaggeration to say that he should now be able to completely dominate a soldier king, at least in terms of strength.

Aside from strength, Liang Yu knew absolutely nothing about techniques or anything similar.

He calculated the time and decided it was time to go to Zen Master Qi Zhen to learn a trick or two.

After tidying up his room, Liang Yu slowly went to lie down in his own room. After lying down for a while, he noticed something was off; no wonder he always felt like something was missing from his hand.

Lan Ling had run off somewhere at this time, and Liang Yu guessed she was probably with Xiao Yizi, so he didn’t pay much attention.

He had just forgotten one thing: the Mutated Lizards he had caught had not yet been settled, and he had completely forgotten about them.

Not long after lying down, Liang Yu fell into a dream.

This time, Liang Yu’s sleep was not deep, and he was soon awakened by the communication terminal.

In a daze, Liang Yu answered the communication, not even looking to see who it was, and lay on the bed, burying his face in the pillow.

Soon, An Jintong’s voice came from the communication terminal, and Liang Yu lifted his head when he heard it.

“Boss, something happened.”

“Qu Baoguo asked me to tell you that one of the two people you brought yesterday died.”

“And judging from the wounds on the body, it wasn’t man-made.”

Liang Yu instantly became alert after hearing this.

As for whether An Jintong was lying, Liang Yu had no doubts; if he just contacted Su Lan, the truth would easily be exposed.

So this matter should be true, but Liang Yu felt it shouldn’t be; he had cleaned out all the Facehuggers before, so it was unlikely there would be any remnants.