Chapter Fifty-Two: The God of War

A day of explanations deepened Qin Ming’s understanding of the Ninefold Thunder Blade. He had been continually contemplating the Inch Punch, deducing the Thrust Punch, and, having read numerous manuals on punching techniques and force application in the heritage sites of another world, possessed a lofty and comprehensive grasp of the subject. Now, with Liu He’s insights into the Ninefold Thunder Blade, it felt as though a spark of wisdom had ignited within him, opening the door to truth and setting off a series of chain reactions.

His comprehension of the Inch Punch, Thrust Punch, and Ninefold Thunder Blade soared to new heights in a short span. After absorbing and digesting all this, at midnight, when the world was silent, Qin Ming took out the Dragon Blood.

Dragon Blood was rumored to be concocted from the heart’s blood of a king-level dragon beast, but this was not the case. Otherwise, where would so much Dragon Blood come from? It was merely a recipe excavated from ancient ruins.

Qin Ming applied the blood all over his body, then sat cross-legged to cultivate the second stage of the Profound Way Technique. The second stage corresponded to the Entry into the Way realm, which, in this world, was known as the War God.

The medicinal power permeated his skin, causing an itch that seemed to come from the depths of his soul, along with intense pain, which Qin Ming guided with his technique, transforming it into a surging torrent of medicinal energy.

His strength increased, his defense soared, his senses sharpened, and even his speed unknowingly improved—a comprehensive enhancement in every aspect. In one night, his physical constitution entered an entirely new realm.

At dawn, after bathing, Qin Ming approached the force tester. Nearly every basement had one, prepared specifically for elite trainees to measure their progress at any time, fueling their motivation to train harder.

Continuous improvement was the greatest incentive for cultivation, and this was why the Elite Training Camp was renowned as the world’s best sanctuary for cultivation.

Bang…!

With a punch, a storm swept through the basement, the terrifying force distorting the air, as if threatening to tear through space itself.

On the screen, the numbers danced wildly, finally settling.

Punch Force: 91,056 kg!

“The base punch force for a beginner War God is 64,000 kg, with the peak at 128,000 kg. I’ve firmly entered the ranks of beginner War Gods. As expected of Dragon Blood—it truly brings about a qualitative leap.”

Although the maximum force of an advanced War General matches the minimum of a beginner War God, in reality, there is a fundamental difference. Once crossed, it is a transformative change—a leap from the very core.

“Let’s try again!”

Qin Ming threw another punch, this time employing the Sixfold Ninefold Thunder Blade technique. Sixfold meant seven layers of power, each at seventy percent strength, compounding to a force amplification of 4.9 times.

A 4.9-fold amplification—such a feat would astonish most. Among the entire Elite Training Camp, how many could achieve this? Even the top five trainees might not all manage it.

Boom…!

The force tester nearly exploded, with the final figure locked at 450,000 kg.

Punch Force: 450,000 kg?

An advanced War God’s base punch force was only 256,000 kg, though their explosive output would be calculated differently.

“I fear no ordinary intermediate War God now!”

“Even against an advanced War God, I can fight!”

“After all, my Thrust Punch is the highest-level secret technique I comprehend!”

Qin Ming remained unfazed.

After breakfast, he opened his computer, operated it for a while, and a smile curled at his lips. Moments later, his wristwatch chimed.

“Brother, my account suddenly received a million—was it from you?” Qin Lulu’s delighted voice came through.

“Is it enough for pocket money?” Qin Ming replied with a smile.

“Yes, yes, yes, of course it’s enough! A million! It’s the first time I’ve had so much. Brother, you’re amazing, mwah!”

“Is money all that matters?”

“Hee hee, you’re a good brother even without money, but with money, you’re even better!”

Qin Ming was speechless at her answer.

Just then, their mother’s voice came from the other end: “Lulu, you’re only twelve—what will you do with so much money? Transfer nine hundred and fifty thousand to me, keep fifty thousand for yourself, and I’ll hold the rest for you!”

“I won’t! It’s from my brother!”

“Your brother’s money is mine too!”

“I won’t! Mom, my wonderful mother, let me keep it—if I don’t spend it, is that enough? I just want my classmates to see it. Hmph, let them know I not only have a good brother but am a rich girl too!”

“Rich girl? Where did you learn such nonsense?”

The voices on the other end left Qin Ming speechless, and he quickly interjected, “Mom, let little sister keep it! I’ll transfer ten billion to you later!”

“Ten billion?” Luo Xia’s voice shot up by ninety decibels.

“Your son just made a small profit—five billion. I thought I’d give you some pocket money. Don’t hesitate to spend it; to your son now, it’s just small change. Oh, and tell Dad, when I return, I’ll bring him the Water of Life—his severed limb will be restored!”

“Water of Life? Xiao Ming, can you really get it?”

“Leave it to me!”

“Boohoo, Xiao Ming, you’ve really grown up. You don’t know—because of his lost arm, your father has been despondent for a long time. Even now, he often can’t sleep at night!”

“Everything will be fine from now on!”

“Yes, everything will be fine, because I have a wonderful son!”

After a few more moments of conversation, the call ended.

Qin Ming sat on his stool, pondered for a while, sighed, and transferred ten billion to his mother’s account.

His life was calm, without waves.

Yangzhou City, Mingyue Community, third floor of the clubhouse.

“Old Qin, I’ve made my decision—this time, I’ve finally decided!” Zhou Jing exclaimed. “I’m still young, so I’ll work hard and aim to have a hundred sons!”

“Old Zhou, what’s gotten into you?” Qin Yicheng laughed.

“It’s your son who got to me!” Wu Tong chimed in, looking at Qin Yicheng with a wistful expression. “Your son just entered the Elite Training Camp, and already he’s done something that shocked the world. That kid gambled with veteran trainees and won five billion in a single go—five billion! I could never earn that in my lifetime!”

“My wife just called me, saying Xiao Ming transferred ten billion to her—she’s so happy, she doesn’t know what to do. I thought she was going crazy missing her son!” Qin Yicheng suddenly understood, then grew excited. “Old Wu, is it true?”

“Would I lie?” Wu Tong replied. “His combat force amplification has reached ‘excellent’ level. Rumor has it that some organizations offered him hundreds of billions a year to recruit him!”

“He wouldn’t accept, would he? I need to talk to him!”

“Your son has already signed an exclusive contract with the martial hall.”

“Good, that’s good!” Qin Yicheng breathed a sigh of relief, his eyebrows dancing with delight. “Old Zhou, ah, so that’s what’s got you fired up. You still have a chance—work hard to have a hundred sons. If just one gets into the Elite Training Camp, even the basic camp, you’ll be set for life!”

“We used to be full of ambition, but now we’re getting old—the future depends on our children. Old Qin’s status has risen thanks to his son; he’s finally made it!” Old Zhou nodded in agreement. “I’ll keep striving. As I always say, if even one child succeeds, it’s worth everything! After all, that’s the best investment.”

“Right! If the eldest doesn’t succeed, train the younger ones. If one fails, train more—I refuse to believe none will make it!” Wu Tong declared. “I’ll work hard too! When young, you rely on yourself; in old age, it’s your children. We’re not too old yet; we can still train a few. Wait too long and it’ll be too late—even regret won’t help then!”

“Heh heh…”

The three old rascals muttered among themselves.