The bedroom was filled with continuous notifications from the panel.
The black box was opened and placed on the ground, with a human head-sized piece of Flying Copper Metal being tightly pressed by a palm.
This continued for nearly ten seconds.
Cracks spread, one, two, three...
In the blink of an eye, the Flying Copper Metal shattered into debris.
[Steel Bone Level 1: 91/100]
Wiping off some brown fragments from his hand, Chen Feng glanced at the progress panel.
A piece the size of a human head, naturally far inferior to that of a fully transformed person.
"However, if I could get another Inheritance Iron Book, that should allow me to level up."
The thought passed, and he again saw the night sky enveloped in darkness.
Chen Feng lay down on the bed, slowly closed his eyes, and entered the Dream Realm.
The darkness scattered, and he felt a sudden heaviness.
Wearing a black sleeveless vest and carrying a backpack, he opened his eyes.
Below him was the balcony of an apartment building, opposite were rows of low-rise buildings.
Layers of mist quietly spread, the branch of Extreme Martial Arts Hall a kilometer away came into view.
Without further delay, he immediately flipped over, jumping down from the third floor of the apartment building.
The ground shook as he landed in a crouched position, unharmed.
He then started walking smoothly, heading straight across the tar road toward the Extreme Martial Arts Hall.
The surrounding fog churned continuously, and the continuous sound of footsteps could be heard.
Glancing to the side, the Faceless Ones began to appear around the low buildings, eight in total.
Tall and short, fat and thin, men and women in different stances, some wearing blue jackets or dark thick clothes.
Their strength was also as he had guessed before, reaching a limit, not surpassing the level of amateur eighth and ninth ranks.
With a narrowed gaze, Chen Feng had a rough understanding in his mind.
When he first entered the Dream Realm, he explored a rather ordinary area near the edge of the mist, thus encountering fewer and slightly weaker Black Ants.
Now, as he gradually delved deeper into the mist, he encountered more concentrated groups of Black Ants, and the Faceless Ones they controlled were also stronger.
"But still, they are weak."
His figure disappeared, all the Faceless Ones slightly stunned.
A figure was sent flying, directly breaking through the glass of the neighboring house and crashing into it.
Similar sounds continued to arise.
Until the last, with a thud.
Chen Feng stood at the side of the street, his palm pressing down on the forehead of a Faceless One, smashing it directly into the brick wall.
Perception activated, and he stepped back swiftly.
He successfully avoided the attack of the Black Ants, as several grey light groups rapidly appeared.
[Perception Level 3: 14/100]
Shaking his head, Chen Feng stepped again toward the Extreme Martial Arts Hall.
He stepped over each decaying pothole on the tar road, with broken glass scattered from the buildings on both sides.
His footsteps echoed, advancing about a hundred meters.
Chen Feng frowned slightly and suddenly stopped.
Looking ahead immediately, two figures in white Martial Arts Uniforms stood ahead on the street, under the lamp post.
Both had an ’Extreme’ character embroidered with black thread on their left chest, and their faces wore masks with black patterns on a white background, clearly Masked Men from the Extreme Martial Arts Hall.
According to previous experience, the Masked Men controlled by the Black Soldier Ants should be staying inside the Extreme Martial Arts Hall, and not easily leaving.
Hastened footsteps came, leaving no time for Chen Feng to think.
The two Masked Men sprang out one after the other, charging at him.
One had a violently intense aura, clearly at the peak of Professional Level, and in the Refining Internal Realm, even a thread of Power was gathering in his hand.
The other seemed similar, with muscles on his arms rapidly expanding, reaching him in an instant, and unleashing a weighty blow.
A muffled sound resounded, Chen Feng stood still.
His skin rapidly turned ancient bronze, his palm catching the swelling fist, his chest indifferent to the invading Power.
Copper Skin Rebound, Power burst out!
One Faceless was sent flying instantly, the other’s body swayed, attempting to relieve the force and dodge but was firmly clamped by Chen Feng’s solid palm.
Muttering in a low voice, Chen Feng’s right palm suddenly flashed with a faint red color.
He struck out with his palm, hitting the Faceless One squarely in the chest.
The faint red Red Tiger Power burst violently, shaking through the flesh and bone, and utterly exploding the Black Soldier Ant inside, along with cutting off the hissing sound abruptly.
The figure flashed again, Chen Feng advanced with quick steps, already next to the sent flying Faceless One.
He flipped his left palm, and faint red gathered again.
Concentrating at one point, he struck down with his left palm, hitting the Masked Man’s left chest.
The Power burst forth violently, the formidable force blew open flesh and skin, directly exposing the white bones and twisted heart underneath.
Blood splattered, the Masked Man and Black Soldier Ant died at the same time.
The continuous tap tap tap of footsteps resumed, and the surrounding Black Ants became agitated because of this, swarming in from all directions.
Three, six, nine... sixteen Faceless Ones!
In the blink of an eye, a dense crowd of figures swarmed in.
An arm was grabbed, a waist was locked.
With a thud, a punch landed on his head, Chen Feng’s eyelids drooped, utterly unmoved.
Power burst forth again, figures flying like torn fabric.
He unleashed heavy punches, smashing upward and downward, within just a few seconds.
Puddles of black rot appeared one after another, glass from shops on both sides of the street shattered, and shelves toppled.
Twelve gray light groups were scattered around, two pale blue light groups hovered above the ground.
He stepped forward, absorbing all the gray light into his body.
[Perception Level 3: 22/100]
Without stopping, Chen Feng reached out to touch the two pale blue light groups.
[You’ve picked up two (Skill Light Groups)!]
[You already possess this skill!]
[Option one, merge: Improve proficiency of the Blast Punch Skill!]