Chapter Seventy-One: Advancement

A high-level War God can unleash a punch force between 256,000 kg and 512,000 kg. Senator, super-god, planet-class—these are merely different names for the same rank. The planetary class is divided into nine levels; at the first level, the base attack power from the martial artist’s genetic source energy can reach a million kilograms, and the body’s physical strength alone can also reach a million kilograms. Therefore, the fundamental attack power for a first-level planetary-class fighter ranges from two to four million kilograms. Once they go all out, the limits are unfathomable.

The golden kangaroo belonged to this rank.

Qin Ming felt no fear. He hadn’t even drawn his Bloodshadow Battle Blade, nor did he exert his full strength. Instead, he intended to use this opponent to refine his fist techniques.

The inch punch is the art of close-quarters combat. Qin Ming did not employ instantaneous movement, nor did he use even the simplest aerial steps. He relied solely on the subtle footwork inherent to the inch punch, engaging the golden kangaroo head-on.

Fist met flesh.

Kangaroos are inherently combative. After mutating and turning carnivorous, their bloodlust was awakened further, driving them into a frenzy during battle, fighting with a madness that bordered on death before surrender.

This suited Qin Ming perfectly.

Bang!

Qin Ming’s fist landed squarely on the kangaroo’s chest. Even as it staggered back, its powerful hind legs suddenly lashed out, kicking him flying.

“Again!”

Brushing the dust from his body, he let out a long howl and charged once more.

Roaring cries echoed from the golden kangaroo, elated to have found a worthy opponent. Now, it could finally fight without holding back. Clenching its forelimbs, it leaped high, landing above Qin Ming and ruthlessly kicked down at his face.

Its speed was astonishing! In less than a tenth of a second, an ordinary person wouldn’t even see the motion, and even a War General would only perceive a blur. But for Qin Ming, this was nothing.

He sidestepped and twisted his body, kicking upward in midair.

Bang!

A wretched screech followed.

His kick struck the kangaroo squarely below, sending it flying and howling in agony, the pain unbearable.

It crashed to the ground, clutching its lower body, writhing in torment.

Qin Ming landed beside it, rubbing his nose. He hadn’t intended to strike there, but seeing the kangaroo’s descending form, he couldn’t resist, and the move was even faster than before.

A total fiasco!

“Again!” Qin Ming called, waving a hand as he glanced upward, frowning slightly.

The golden kangaroo bellowed in rage, still clutching its wounded part, its body quivering, eyes now bloodshot.

It bared its teeth—rows of dagger-like fangs.

Suddenly, its speed surged, launching another frenzied attack.

Now, it was truly berserk.

“That’s more like it!” Qin Ming laughed.

Man and beast clashed once again.

Within a radius of several hundred meters, rocks had already been shattered and trees reduced to dust. The unyielding stone had been carved into a miniature basin by the shockwaves of their battle.

Qin Ming grew more valiant with every exchange, while the golden kangaroo grew visibly weaker. Its blood-red eyes gradually cleared.

With a sudden movement, it retreated, using the force to transform itself into a streak of light, fleeing at full speed.

“Trying to escape? I won’t let you!”

With a slight start, Qin Ming unleashed his full power, traversing the air in pursuit. In an instant, he was upon the golden kangaroo. He could once rival a King-level python in speed, let alone now.

Moreover, the golden kangaroo was not adept at flight.

“Take my fist!”

With a thunderous shout, Qin Ming punched through the air.

This was a true breakthrough—the sheer force propelled his fist to its utmost speed, creating a vacuum in its wake, the surrounding air utterly undisturbed.

Only afterwards did a terrifying chain reaction erupt.

The golden kangaroo, with intelligence nearly equal to a human’s, sensed the fatal threat of this punch. Knowing there was no escape, it turned, bracing its forelimbs into fists to meet the blow.

Bang!

Crack!

A deafening sound rang out as the kangaroo’s forepaw was shattered completely.

With a base punch force of 900,000 kilograms and a ninefold amplification, this punch reached over eight million kilograms—far beyond what the beast could withstand.

With a wretched scream, it was sent hurtling backward.

Qin Ming followed, delivering a whip kick that exploded through the air and landed on the kangaroo’s neck, nearly snapping its head off. Its spine was pulverized.

The horrific shockwave caused brain matter to spray from its nose—instant death.

Qin Ming landed and exhaled a heavy breath.

To kill the golden kangaroo so easily, he knew it was only because his opponent had exhausted much of its stamina in their earlier battle; its speed and reflexes had both diminished greatly.

He, on the other hand, had barely expended any energy.

“First kill!”

Gazing at the massive carcass, Qin Ming patted his stomach, smiled faintly, hoisted the body, and leapt away, landing beside a mountain stream.

He lit a campfire and, with his battle blade, swiftly dissected the beast, cleaning the prime meat before roasting it over the flames.

“King-level beast meat—I’ve never tasted this before.”

“In the city bases, king-level beasts are worth a fortune. Whenever one is slain, it’s instantly divided up and sent to various research institutes for study.”

“As for eating it?”

“I doubt many have had the chance.”

Thinking thus, Qin Ming began brushing on seasonings.

He had plenty of such things in his aircraft.

Sizzling fat dripped into the fire, sending up sparks and a mouthwatering aroma.

Not far away, a leopard approached, drawn by the scent.

Without even looking up, Qin Ming casually punched through the air, reducing the predator to a bloody mist.

With his current strength, even without externalizing his source energy, he could compress the air into a deadly fist wind capable of slaying general-class beasts.

Sensing the meat was ready, he took a bite and couldn’t help but grin wryly.

“It looked so tender and springy, yet it’s tougher than steel cable! Without a good set of teeth, you’d never be able to chew this no matter how much you want it!”

He tore off a large chunk and chewed.

“It’s got real bite!”

His teeth could pierce steel plate.

After eating five or six pounds, he finally felt satisfied. A warm current welled up from his stomach, spreading through his body and being absorbed by his cells.

“A slight increase in strength!”

Sensing carefully, Qin Ming’s eyes brightened. He sat cross-legged and began cultivating.

Within half an hour, the meat he’d eaten was fully digested.

“Perhaps this is an excellent way to improve!”

Though he hadn’t measured precisely, Qin Ming estimated that the meat he’d just consumed increased his punching force by about ten kilograms. It might not seem like much, but with so much king-level beast meat, the gains would accumulate quickly.

“If only I had a chef!” he mused, continuing to roast more meat.

Just as he was about to eat a second piece, a thought struck him. He reached into his pocket and drew out a glowing green herb—Nine-Leaf Orchid Grass, a spiritual plant.

He plucked a seven-inch leaf, wrapped it around a slice of meat, and ate it in three quick bites.

Soon, all nine leaves were gone, and he tossed aside the remaining stalk.

Only the leaves of the Nine-Leaf Orchid Grass are edible.

Glancing down with a faint smile, Qin Ming resumed his meditation, circulating his cultivation technique.

Though his Profound Dao Art had not reached the third level, its efficiency in refining remained remarkable.

Boom!

A torrent of energy erupted within, surging through every limb, flooding into each cell and enhancing him from the core.

Once the energy was fully absorbed, he stood, punched into the air, and shattered a ten-meter-high boulder hundreds of meters away into dust.

“An increase of thirty or forty thousand kilograms of force!”

Qin Ming was delighted.

At his level, ordinary spiritual herbs could barely boost his strength. This much progress was a pleasant surprise.

“Continue!”

This time, he devoured the entire golden kangaroo, leaving only the hide and bones, which he tossed into his aircraft.

In the days that followed, Qin Ming continued to hunt king-level beasts.

The second was a thirty-meter-tall colossus, which he took half a month to finish eating.

The third was a blood lion, which he paired with another spiritual herb.

“My punching force must be close to a million kilograms now!”

“It’s a pity that, though I’ve gained some insights into the ninth level of the inch punch, I haven’t fully mastered it yet.”

“Then I’ll keep going!”

Like a gluttonous beast, Qin Ming roamed the land, hunting without end.