Douluo: I achieve godhood through System

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Wang Li circulated his soul power throughout his body, fixated on a large tree. With a closed eye and a determined heart, he charged at it.

Bang!

With a dull thud, Wang Li was sent stumbling backward, shaking his hands and gritting his teeth. He had crashed into the tree with his arms crossed over his chest, and now his arms bore bruises from the impact.

However, as the soul power flowed through him, the fiery pain subsided almost instantly.

Yet Wang Li didn't pause to let his arms recover; instead, he used his shoulder to strike the tree again.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

...

Wang Li continued to crash into the tree again and again, mentally counting each impact. Relying on his body's ability to slowly heal, he didn't treat his body as anything precious.

By the end, there was hardly a spot on his body that wasn't injured—bruises, scrapes, and blood marked his skin, leaving him in a state of utter disarray.

"Whew… whew… whew…"

Lying on the hillside covered in Blue Silver Grass, Wang Li gasped for breath. Perhaps due to the earlier impacts with the tree, he felt not only excruciating pain throughout his body but also a burning sensation in his lungs.

Though crashing into the tree seemed simple, it required the coordination of his entire body. From the way he exerted force to the integration of soul power and physicality, everything was in a continuous process of adaptation.

Under the soothing influence of his soul power, the damaged areas of his body were rapidly rejuvenating. Muscle tissue was becoming active, beginning to heal and grow stronger, while subcutaneous fat burned away like raw iron, purging impurities bit by bit. Scabs of various sizes covered his skin, as granulation tissue grew, adhered, and healed...

All of this was happening continuously, though Wang Li was still not fully aware of the changes occurring within him; he could only see that his injuries were recovering.

"Creating a soul skill isn't as simple as just wanting to do it. If I want to develop my own soul skill, I should start from my strengths. I wonder if I can achieve effects similar to the Golden Bell Shield or Iron Cloth Technique by leveraging my vitality and resilience!"

Lying on the hillside, Wang Li furrowed his brow and said:

"While I can take hits, I can't just keep enduring them. I also need to find ways to improve my speed and agility. Even if I can't surpass agility-type soul masters, I shouldn't be easily caught by them."

"In the future, I'll infuse my soul power into my legs and see if I can control it to burst forth, thereby increasing my speed. I'll start small; as long as I don't destroy my legs, I can recover and try multiple times."

"I have the characteristic of vitality, so I need to fully utilize it. It shouldn't just be for healing my injuries. After all, is my soul power inherently healing, or can it stimulate my body's self-repair?"

Wang Li was still filled with questions, but his eyes shone with determination. If he wanted to improve his strength, he needed to thoroughly understand himself, truly control his body, and unleash his full potential.

The panel was static, but he was alive. Just as he had borrowed a meditation technique from the panel, he could attempt to develop more skills.

Unconsciously, he had lain there until dusk. Feeling that his injuries had mostly healed, Wang Li stood up, picking up his school uniform and putting it on as he walked down the hill.

Although he appeared somewhat disheveled on the outside, inside, he was mostly fine. His bones weren't broken, and his organs weren't injured, so there were no significant problems.

What he failed to notice was that in the spot where he had lain, the Blue Silver Grass he had trampled began to flourish with renewed vitality, reaching upward as it absorbed his spilled blood.

Upon returning to Nuoding Academy, Wang Li first went to the cafeteria for a hearty meal before heading back to his dormitory.

Tang San hadn't returned from blacksmithing yet, and Xiao Wu was still out shopping. Most others were present.

As Wang Li greeted everyone, Wang Sheng suddenly asked with a serious expression, "Wang Li, have you been bullied?"

Wang Li waved his hand and said:

"No need to worry; no one bullied me. I just went to the back mountain to train. My martial spirit can't improve my combat abilities, but I can work on enhancing them myself."

Wang Sheng understood and then grinned mischievously as he replied:

"True, after absorbing a soul ring, the Blue Silver Grass can become strong, unlike my Battle Tiger martial spirit, which can become a powerful soul master with just one soul ring. Plus, I'll soon be breaking through to level ten!"

While Wang Li had already reached level ten, had he boasted about it?

No!

To Wang Sheng, Wang Li appeared sincere but was actually being quite dismissive as he said:

"Your martial spirit is the king of beasts, the Battle Tiger. Mine is just the common Blue Silver Grass. You can easily grow stronger, so I naturally have to work twice as hard."

After deflecting the topic of his training on the back mountain, Wang Li fetched some water to wash himself off, rinsing away the dust and dirt that had accumulated.

He didn't remove the scabs, planning to let them fall off naturally. It had only been one afternoon; he figured he should at least wait until the following night for the wounds beneath to fully heal.

Back in his bed, Wang Li didn't practice but instead fell asleep early. He needed to recharge for more training tomorrow.

The next day!

It was another peaceful day. After spending a fulfilling yet dull morning in class, Wang Li headed back to the back mountain in the afternoon, finding that familiar hillside covered in Blue Silver Grass.

He took off his school uniform, stretching his limbs a bit. After crashing into trees all day yesterday, today he planned to try a different approach.

Finding a spacious spot, he channeled his soul power into his legs. Next came the real test of his control over his soul power, as he focused on it, pressing it against his feet, compressing, compressing, and compressing again...

He leaned forward, mimicking a running motion.

Bang!

Wang Li shot into the air, and with a cry of pain, he crashed heavily to the ground, rolling several times.

Wincing in pain, he took off his shoes; his calves were bright red, having likely burst countless capillaries. The soles of his feet were a bloody mess, as the compressed soul power had exploded uncontrollably, resulting in his current state.

Fortunately, his soul power was relatively gentle and had a healing effect. Now his feet were cool, and the pain was subsiding as they began to self-heal.

Sighing, Wang Li said, "Creating a body technique soul skill is probably much harder than practicing the Golden Bell Shield or Iron Cloth Technique by crashing into trees. My martial spirit's talents of vitality and resilience seem to be of great help now."

After resting for about ten minutes, Wang Li stood up again, choosing to go barefoot on the ground. He channeled soul power into his legs, ensuring it adhered to his feet.

Since he hadn't learned to walk yet, he couldn't learn to fly. Therefore, Wang Li stopped obsessing over compressing his soul power and focused more on controlling it. He would take it slow, as he had plenty of opportunities to experiment and learn from his mistakes.

(End of Chapter)