There must be something wrong with me-Chapter 112 - 73 [Grinding Practice] (5.2K)_2

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Zhang Feng’s mind began to recall the methods for cultivating the liver.

He learned that it increases the ’capacity’ for strength and has certain detoxification and blood circulation abilities.

At the same time, Zhang Feng pondered deeply, gaining a detailed understanding.

He quickly understood that this capacity and blood circulation are like a person who gets tired after throwing a hundred punches.

But with liver training, after just a month of practice, he could throw a hundred and ten punches.

An improvement in endurance.

Coupled with the heart’s ’recovery’ and the lung’s ’increase in a breath of inner qi’.

The short-term burst can also be extended significantly.

And as for detoxification, as the name implies, poison resistance is improved.

Like a person bitten by a snake, who can only live for 24 hours.

Zhang Feng could survive for 30 hours, long enough to reach a hospital, or if the poison stays in the body too long, he could gradually adapt to the toxin, becoming completely immune to it.

However, this detoxification is a function of the kidneys.

Because the liver stores blood, the kidneys store essence, and essence and blood contribute simultaneously, resonating ’together’, not separately at the same frequency.

Just like the digestion of the ’stomach, intestines, spleen, gallbladder’, they coordinate with each other.

Of course, compared to other organs.

Zhang Feng sensed that there are more ’stomach’ items, making the resonance process more troublesome.

Eating is always the easiest and yet the hardest to cultivate.

Zhang Feng now understands why ’digestion and absorption’ can appear in the strengthening options.

Because it is indeed difficult to coordinate and resonate.

At least for him now, cultivating the stomach is not as good as adding points. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

’There’s still too little knowledge reserve.’

Zhang Feng quickly identified the core of the problem: the knowledge bank is too lacking.

However, at the same time.

On his way back, Zhang Feng was not idle and began analyzing the precise strength of the ’rats’.

Because there are three in the Bloody Pursuit, proving there are more than just three, and now four have been killed.

There might be more in the future.

This analysis is also a ’breakthrough’, further enhancing his knowledge bank.

’These rats have a constitution of about 21.’

Zhang Feng thought as he walked,

’Plus the flexibility of their bodies, the tunnels fitting their hunting environment.

With the accumulation of both, they’re indeed tunnel assassins.

I estimate that even that powerful medicine dealer would fall here.’

Zhang Feng guessed and felt even if a medicine dealer with a ’27 constitution’ came, they would likely be gutted after just a few encounters.

But precisely thinking of the rats’ ’hunting form’.

Zhang Feng suddenly realized a little,

’Animal instincts, combined with its peculiar physical structure, now perfectly adapted to the cave environment.

It’s like I’ve reached the water surface: because of myriad changes and resonance, using steps, I can stand on the water.

Others reach the water surface, but without "corresponding changes," they can only fall into the water.’

Zhang Feng pondered, continually recalling the details of the battles.

Thus, as he walked.

After walking through the tunnel for a minute, and then for ten minutes.

For a moment, Zhang Feng hung the machete upside down, the blade behind, swinging as if following some frequency.

The few behind him, seeing this, due to the dim lighting, were suddenly dazed, thinking Zhang Feng had grown a ’tail’.

But in reality.

This was Zhang Feng, through the rat’s tail, carefully simulating a ’tail creature’ after more than ten minutes of deduction.

Although it was useless in increasing his own constitution, Zhang Feng became more familiar with their tails, indirectly enhancing his combat power.

He realized a new fighting style, got familiar with the attack methods of a new creature, and incorporated it into his myriad transformations for his own use.

This is Zhang Feng’s learning speed.

Mastering a new move in just ten minutes.

Of course, this was due to Zhang Feng’s previous familiarity with the hunting habits of lions and leopards, along with a vast knowledge bank, allowing him to quickly grasp rats’ attack methods.

A case of drawing parallels.

’Collecting the pursuit rewards and now familiar with their attack methods, I should now be able to handle two at once.’

Zhang Feng’s eyes brightened; he enjoyed the feeling of understanding his opponent and completely ’countering’ them.

But although Zhang Feng was happy.

Among the crowd, the person who liked to tell ghost stories seemed to remember something and said to everyone:

"I’ve heard my grandma say.

Rumor has it that many years ago, a Great Immortal raised a yellow rat.

This yellow rat looked somewhat human and like a big monkey, even the usual tigers and lions couldn’t defeat it!"

He said this, pointing to the corpses carried by the few people upfront,

"Moreover, my grandma said this yellow rat was initially a tiny rat, but it gradually grew after absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, later donning human skin and learning human ways."

"What?!" The person carrying the corpse was startled, almost throwing the food.

At the same time, Brother Peng saw the person getting more and more off-topic and interrupted directly: "Stop with your story, with things like this, you’re still telling that story? You can’t live without telling stories?"

"But I’m also helping you analyze." The person felt quite innocent, "I just wanted to explain clearly the origin of this rat."

"This origin is absolute nonsense." Zhang Feng flatly denied, "If there really were ghosts and gods, we would have been knocked out there.

You wouldn’t be able to tell your ghost story now.

So don’t talk nonsense about ghost stories."

When it comes to serious matters, especially those involving life and death.

Zhang Feng always speaks bluntly, even if it’s a bit harsh.

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