bioinnovel Chapter 34 Impacting the Legendary Wheel Fusion 1 Bone Tempering
Chapter 34 Impacting the Legendary Wheel Fusion 1 Bone Tempering
He tried to channel the remaining medicinal power to that spot. The power surged forward and struck the bone.
But it always disperses, fades away, and leaves no trace.
Rinse again. Disperse again. Rinse again. Disperse again.
After five attempts, Lin Yuan gave up.
It wasn't because of a lack of willpower, but because the medicine's effects had completely worn off.
The combined effects of ten top-grade ultimate bone-tempering pills, along with his nine rounds of bone-tempering foundation, meant he couldn't even break through a bone the size of a fingernail.
That spot was like a locked door; no matter how much potency the medicine had, the door simply wouldn't open.
Lin Yuan leaned against the wall of the training room, panting heavily.
He was covered in sweat, his black clothes were soaked and clung to his body, and his hair was wet and hanging on his forehead.
The bone tempering progress is 99%, and golden bone patterns cover 99% of the bones in the body, except for a small blank area in the back of the heart.
Lin Yuan muttered to himself, his voice a little hoarse: "Alright, it seems like it can't be forced open."
The difficulty of integrating ten wheels into one far exceeded his expectations.
The Nine Wheels realm is a level that only the most talented geniuses can reach; there are probably only a handful of such individuals in the entire Dragon Kingdom.
The ten wheels are a legend—a legend is a legend because it cannot be created by simply piling up resources.
He needs an opportunity, and he needs certain conditions that he doesn't yet possess.
Lin Yuan glanced at the clock on the wall; it was 11:30 p.m.
I have an exam tomorrow.
He pushed himself up and turned off the energy absorption wall in the training room. The energy fluctuations that had overflowed during the bone tempering had pushed the energy absorption wall to 60% of its capacity.
If the energy-absorbing wall hadn't been activated, the walls of this room would probably have already cracked.
Back in my room, I took a shower to wash away the sweat and residual medication.
Hot water poured onto my back, and the spot where it was stuck 99% of the way down my spine felt faintly hot.
Lin Yuan dried his hair and lay down on the bed.
A sliver of light from the Hangzhou night outside the window peeked through the gap in the curtains and fell on the foot of the bed.
He closed his eyes.
Tomorrow, 3,000 students in Hangzhou will take the exam, with the highest level being Level 5.
He is at the peak of the seventh level of the first tier, with nine rounds of bone tempering and two combat skills.
Shen Man said that the top ten would be reimbursed for the Zidian (a type of electric vehicle).
One million.
Lin Yuan fell asleep with this thought in mind.
......
The alarm clock rang at six o'clock the next morning.
Lin Yuan opened his eyes, stared at the ceiling for three seconds, and then sat up with a jerk.
Wash up, get dressed, and check your equipment.
Zidian carried it on his back, with a storage bag hanging from his waist, containing four bottles of Rejuvenation Pills, two bottles of Healing Spray, and five packets of Beast Repellent Powder.
Then he carried Zidian out the door.
When he was checking out at the hotel reception, the girl with round-framed glasses asked him if he was going to take the college entrance exam.
He said yes.
She smiled and said good luck, then took a small bottle of milk from under the counter and handed it to him, saying it was a gift from the hotel and all test takers received it.
Lin Yuan took the milk, thinking to himself that the people of Hangzhou were really nice.
Take a taxi to the combat training base.
I arrived at 6:40, and the square in front of the base was already packed with people.
It was absolutely packed with people.
With 3,000 examinees, their parents accompanying them, teachers from various schools leading their teams, media reporters carrying cameras, and city guards and staff maintaining order, the square was packed with at least seven or eight thousand people.
The crowd was large and the noise was deafening.
Parents were adjusting their children's collars, teachers were giving students final tactical instructions, and reporters were randomly interviewing test takers with microphones, asking, "Are you nervous?", "Are you confident?", and "What is your goal?"
Some of the interviewed candidates said shyly, "Just do your best," while others said confidently, "Top ten." Some even stuttered when they saw the camera.
Lin Yuan squeezed through the crowd and swiped his admission ticket on the machine at the registration desk.
The machine dispensed a small number plate—number 1137—along with a wristband-like locator.
The locator is silver-gray and is worn on the wrist, with a small button on its surface.
Pressing the button is a distress signal, and the examiner will arrive as quickly as possible.
Staff members repeatedly reminded them: "Make sure you wear the GPS tracker properly! Press it if you encounter danger! Don't be reckless! Your life is more important than your score!"
Lin Yuan put the bracelet on his left wrist, next to the silver ring on his index finger.
......
He walked through the crowd toward the area where the test takers were gathered. Several people stopped him along the way.
The first one was a boy in a blue school uniform, not very tall, with a friendly smile on his face.
"Hey buddy, what level are you? Our team is missing a front-line player, just need someone at level 3 or higher in the first tier."
Lin Yuan silently replied, "Tier 1, Level 4, F-rank lightning type."
The boy's smile visibly froze for a moment.
"F-rank? Really?" He checked again, his gaze shifting back and forth between Lin Yuan's face and the purple lightning behind him.
"real."
"Never mind then." The boy's enthusiasm visibly cooled down, and he turned and walked away, muttering something to his companion after a few steps.
Lin Yuan didn't hear clearly, but he could roughly guess: "What's the use of Tier 1, Level 4? F-rank lightning can't even break through a monster's defense."
The second one was a girl with pigtails, a round face, and a very kind appearance.
She's a summoner, and the team already has a fire-type and an earth-type, but they're missing someone who can fight head-on.
"Tier 1, Level 4, F-rank lightning type."
The girl with pigtails paused for a moment, then gave a somewhat awkward smile.
"Ah, F-rank... Let's take another look, let's take another look." After saying that, she pulled her companion away quickly, as if afraid that Lin Yuan would bother them.
The third one was a tall, thin boy standing there alone, carrying a long sword on his back. He also looked like a lone wolf who hadn't found a team.
He met Lin Yuan's gaze, walked over, and asked about his cultivation level.
Upon hearing the words "F-rank lightning type," he paused for a second, then said "Good luck," and turned to leave.
The attitude was fairly polite, but the meaning was the same.
Lin Yuan wasn't angry. He knew all too well how this world viewed F-rank.
He experienced it firsthand on Awakening Day in Donghai City.
He had heard these words countless times: F-rank lightning type, a moving light bulb, unable to kill even the lowest-level monsters.
He later silenced them with his gun, but they had witnessed his strength firsthand.
Nobody in Hangzhou knew him.
"Lin Yuan!"
A familiar voice came from the crowd.
Jiang Ran pushed through the crowd and ran over, a big smile on her round face, followed by Chen Mo and Song Zhiyi.
All three changed into outfits suitable for outdoor combat. Jiang Ran had a short knife hanging at his waist, Chen Mo carried a long sword on his back, and Song Zhiyi had a longbow slung across her back with a quiver hanging at her waist.
All three were wearing the same silver-gray positioning bracelet as the one on their left wrist.
"You're amazing, you actually signed up!" Jiang Ran ran over and patted Lin Yuan on the shoulder, then lowered her voice and leaned closer.
"I just heard someone say there's an F-rank lightning-type level 1, 4th stage player who's been rejected everywhere. I immediately guessed it was you. These people have no taste, don't take it to heart."
Song Zhiyi walked over and glanced at Lin Yuan indifferently: "Want to team up with us?"
She still speaks very briefly.