C12 Divine Level Bone Tempering Speed!

The sight left everyone in shock. Those who had been ready to rush forward and offer assistance froze in their tracks, suddenly too fearful to make a move.

"Pei Yu, what do you think you're doing? You dare to strike me?" Bian Jing was being choked by Pei Yu, but defiance still blazed in his eyes.

Could Pei Yu truly defy him like this? After all, he was a Second Grade Junior Martial Cultivator. Few in the school would dare to cross him.

"You're spouting too much nonsense!"

Pei Yu had no intention of wasting more time. His foot came down on Bian Jing's shoulder, and in a flash, Bian Jing let out a scream akin to that of a pig being butchered.

The force behind the kick was astounding. With a fivefold amplification, over three thousand units of strength instantly pulverized Bian Jing's shoulder.

Bian Jing's collarbone jutted out, a ghastly sight to behold!

But Pei Yu wasn't finished. Another stomp broke Bian Jing's right arm before he finally let go.

Moments ago, Bian Jing was full of life; now he was barely clinging to it, unable to utter a word. His left shoulder was shattered, his right arm broken. His current state was nothing short of terrifying.

Bian Jing's friends were petrified by the scene. They stood there, mouths agape, a chilling sensation shooting from their feet to their heads.

Looking at Pei Yu again, they saw not a man, but a demon, and they shuddered uncontrollably.

"I won't kill you today. But if you dare provoke me again, I'll cut out your tongue and toss it into the river for the fish," Pei Yu said coolly before walking away.

No one dared to intervene.

Bian Jing's friends could only watch helplessly as Pei Yu departed, too frightened to even breathe loudly. Once Pei Yu was out of sight, they wiped the cold sweat from their brows and rushed to Bian Jing's aid.

"Young Master Bian's life is over," they murmured.

"Mr. Pei is merciless. He actually dared to maim Young Master Bian. Does he think he's above the law now that he's grown stronger?"

"Enough talk. If you don't want trouble, keep quiet."

Their whispered conversations trembled with fear. Realizing just how formidable Pei Yu had become sent a chill through everyone's spine.

He was no pushover; he was a ferocious tiger in human form.

Pei Yu's days had become increasingly difficult. Having crippled Young Master Bian, he knew that retribution from Bian's family was inevitable. When it came, he might not even realize how he met his end.

Once home, Pei Yu didn't dwell on the threat. His combat value had soared to the Fifth Grade—a level of strength he had once endured humiliations to protect his sister. But those days were behind him; Pei Yu refused to suffer any further indignities.

"I need to boost my foundational combat value; it's still not sufficient," he mused.

Reaching the peak of Fifth Grade was impressive to most, a status that would turn heads anywhere. Yet, Pei Yu was acutely aware of the realms that lay beyond. True strength, he believed, was only achieved by ascending to the status of a Battle God.

A Grandmaster could effortlessly take a thousand lives with a palm strike, level a skyscraper with a punch, kick through a tank, and withstand a cannonball. But a Battle God was a force of nature, commanding the fates of millions, soaring through the skies, and gliding beneath the waves.

Settling for the Fifth Grade was not in Pei Yu's plans—he was determined to rise to the echelon of a Battle God. The key to enhancing his foundational combat value was bone honing, and that became his singular focus.

Following the practices outlined in "Hundred Refined To Be A God," Pei Yu dedicated himself to the grueling process of bone honing. Night after night, he labored for hours.

At last, the task was complete. Where ordinary warriors would toil for decades, Pei Yu had achieved fully honed bones in under three days—a testament to his extraordinary talent, which accelerated his progress a hundredfold.

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