In the morning, the sky was a hazy gray. At No. 33 Jindong Street, just like usual, Lin Zheyu rose early to practice martial arts and study the Toxicology Codex. Three days earlier, after consuming a unit of accumulated Origin Force, he was only a step away from breaking through to the third transformation of blood qi.0

Bang, bang, bang!0

His fists struck the wooden stake, leaving shallow dents in the iron-birch wood. This special wood was as hard as iron or stone and could only be chopped after being softened with fire. But with his growing strength, Lin Zheyu could now punch shallow imprints into the iron-birch stake's rock-hard surface.0

Rumble.0

The blood qi within his body surged and roared like a tiger, a clear sign that he was nearing his third transformation. Every three transformations of the Blood Qi Realm marked a threshold. The third, known as the Tiger Transformation, imbued one's blood qi with a faint trace of spirit.0

Boom!0

Another punch...0