Chapter 22 22: Intense Training! Bone Creation Realm!
'Eh, what's with that fancy name... Okay, Tia. Show me my current attributes. Make it clear, concise and not convoluted with rubbish!'
[So many orders... but give me a moment...]
Amon sat on a comfy black seat; the leather was thick and padded, and his body sank comfortably, letting out a sigh of pleasure.
He looked at either door, wondering if they were finished yet, despite wanting to jump into the cultivation world like Ethan seemed to be able to.
Amon knew that was fool play, he would be beaten to a pulp by those strong warriors in the families, and they wouldn't magically be away for x or y conference conveniently so he could feud with young master A.
"So much bullshit, he could slip on a turd and find some special combat technique in one of the corn kernels inside it... I might slip a disk or need a hip replacement."
[I'm finished! I hope it's to your liking!]
Clack!
The moment Tia spoke, the two doors opened, one with a tight black bodysuit, her ample bosom tightly constricted, and her large buttocks stretching the sexy latex to its limits.
At the same time, the other took a white training outfit, looser and hiding her curves, but the slight gap showing her deep cleavage was just as alluring.
'This damn perverted cultivation technique! Eh.... let's check my current Status, fuck these two women!'
Amon's eyes closed, he could view the screen with them open, but then he would look strange if he didn't speak to them, so he pretended to rest his eyes.
[Status]
Amon Winchester
Body Creation Realm: 1st Stage
Black Dragon's Descent (Supreme Level) - 1st Stage
Aura to Upgrade: 10/100
--Combat Technique
Dragon Fury Fist (Master Level) - 1st Stage
A powerful strike that channels the fury of a dragon into the user's fist. As you strike, it causes your fist to glow fiery qi, roaring through the air.
--Movement Technique
Blink Dragon Step (Master Level) - 1st Stage
The user focuses their qi into their legs and steps forward, bursting into flames.
They reappear a few meters away in the blink of an eye, surprising their opponents and creating an opening for a surprise attack.
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It wasn't perfect for him, but the [Aura to Upgrade] suddenly increased to 11, and he realized it was passive! He felt a little happy, even if it was only 1. Isn't rat meat still meat to a starving man?
He opened his eyes slowly as the two women stood on either side of him, one like a fiery tigress eager to go, the other a sly but deadly serpent more deadly than the obvious tiger.
"Come on~ stop pretending to be tired now. You permitted me to beat you!"
"Amon, are you sure this is alright? This dumb cat doesn't seem to know how to hold back... What should I tell your mother if she hurts your pretty face?"
Amon took a slight breath, his eyes enjoying the tight bodysuit on Kizuna, while the little training uniform on Elma was amusing as he let out a small laugh.
"Oi! Why did you look at me and laugh?"
His head turned to Kizuna with a serene look. "Don't worry; I am sure Elma knows how to train me properly; she isn't a bad woman, just a little fiery and passionate."
'Tia, can you add a visible force value in numbers to everyone and my screen? I don't want to suffer from being in the darkness.'
[It will be hard... But for you... I will try!]
'Keep the numbers low; I hate stupid amounts of power creep.'
"Because you are too lovely in that white outfit, I want to eat you; let's go. I have no idea how to fight other than a basic knowledge from books, and yes, men teaching me for my mother's money."
"Let's go then~ I'll try not to break your rod; please know my hands have no eyes!"
"Ahem... Amon, we should do some warmups first to avoid needless injury; the smallest pull can gradually increase to become a crippling fault in a person's future." Kizuna said softly, the words as if dancing on the wind.
At the behest of Kizuna, even Elma realized she was too hasty, as he performed a basic set of exercises, with Elma pushing on his back to help him, her hands seeming to tease him when Kizuna looked away or pulling out her soft marshmallows, placing them on his back with her bare skin and whispering in his ear to distract him.
"Okay... This should be enough; what do you want to learn first?" Kizuna said with a stern and sharp tone, utterly different from the soft and gentle office lady, her tight suit squeaking slightly as she took a strange fighting pose.
"Shall we spar? I will only use the same power as you, the first stage of the bone creation realm; forgive me, I cannot limit my skill, only power. Amon."
Amon only remembered the squeaky voice of Elma from the side, "She's super black-bellied! Look at this bitch... warning me! Amon, raise your guard!"
Before he could take a second breath or register her words, a black swirl of mist entered his vision before a painful impact smashed into his lower abdomen.
"Ugh...!"
"Haa...." Her breath was rapid and tight before she stepped back, like a serpent that bit its prey standing two metres from his body.
Her fist sent his body staggering back, lashing out with a hook; his arm was grabbed and twisted before something like a knee thrust into his armpit.
Amon, now breathless, as the blow left him gasping for air, the power lifted him off the ground, but grit his teeth!
[I've finished the task; now, a person's combat power will be displayed when you can analyze and spend enough time with them. The stronger they are, the longer it takes.]
[For reference, your former combat power, which was just above average, was used as the basis.]
Amon felt a slightly sweet taste in his mouth, spitting it onto the black mat under his feet, feeling irritation, anger and desire to land just one blow on this woman, her eyes watching him like a deadly snake.
The number 4 above her head, with 36 in brackets.
'What's mine?'
[1]
'So even limiting herself to my level, she's 4 times stronger? What is her strength's current cultivation realm equivalent?' Haha... just what I like...
His feet slid apart, lowering his body with a solid stance, watching with narrow eyes, his purple iris glowing as she flickered her wrist, darting forward with ghostly steps; he could only see that black mist, drawing back his fists, watching, listening for the noise of the wind.
[She is equal to the 4th Stage of Body Creation Realm!]
'She's coming! Brace and counter!'
He tightened his body, the muscles of his chest, abdomen and legs like mighty rocks, tightened without any give, as her beautiful face appeared, the soft lips shimmering from the sun's light.
Thud!
"Gaha!?"
Mido Kizuna's palms struck his chest and abdomen with a thunderous blow; Amon could feel his organs shifting, the muscles in his lower body almost torn apart by the sheer weight of the impact, but he knew she was not heavy-handed; this woman's goal was to analyze his current state thoroughly!
Amon's teeth began to grind, his fists swirling with a black flame; he didn't intend to make any particular move; he just put his entire force into a single blow, his body sliding across the mat as he tensed himself, preparing for her impact, blood and sweat seeping from his lips, as he took the blow on purpose.
Woosh!
His fists shot out with a double jab, their speed nothing compared to these two monstrous women, yet they still managed to hit home; Mido's eyes widened when she realised he wasn't going to dodge her blows anymore, instead choosing to fight back with brute strength, sending a wave of pain throughout her chest as his fist hit her stomach and ribs repeatedly.
The pressure built within him, pushing him forward until he threw another punch straight into her chin; Her leg instantly like a scorpion's tail, snapping at his face, crashing into his cheekbone and knocking him back onto the ground once more.
She followed up with a kick to the groin and then stomped down on his shoulder as he writhed in agony. He could hear bones crunching beneath his skin; before a third sidekick sent his body flying.
Her explosion of power sent him flying out, smashing into the wall with a loud bang.
'Haha.... she used more than 4 times my strength... haha haha...!'
Amon's body felt a stabbing pain in his cheek and abdomen, but the fact that he left a slight bruise on her cheek and made her use a value of 7 points made him feel great.
He wasn't bitter as this was his limit, she could easily handle him with the level of a stage 4 body creation cultivator, but her slight lack of attention allowed him to strike her once.
Suddenly as he was in a daze, Kizuna walked towards him, her long sexy legs more accentuated with the black latex as she squatted beside him, her face pristine and beautiful, before she placed her lips on his bruised and cut cheek seeming to slide her tongue over the flesh, it felt strange for Amon, he knew this wasn't sexual or affectionate, as a tingling sensation filled his face.
Kizuna's hands gently caressed his body, checking every inch of it, finding no broken bones or internal damage. She inspected him closely and spoke softly, "Your injuries seem fine, though you might have bruises later. I apologise, but I will not use my power to heal your groin... ask the female cat in the heat for that service."
He watched as she quickly took out a digital pad and began writing into it rapidly, whispering terms like "Reckless but brave." "basic need work, but not a lost cause." "Diet management...."
While the white tigress herself suddenly grabbed his foot and dragged him away onto the mat. Her face looked at him strangely; it was cold and slightly unpleasant to see before she spat on his cheek, wiping it with her training outfit. After several rubs, she looked at him and nodded.
"Okay! It's time to fight me; I will go easy, I promise!"
In hindsight, Amon should have known not to trust the grin on this woman's face as she spoke; he let his guard down because Kizuna was so professional.
Elma...
She kicked his ass...
Kissed him to recover from his wounds...
Then kicked his ass again...
For 3 hours straight.
The only benefit was the amount of their Qi and energy that transferred into his body during the "Passionate" kisses from the damn tigress brought his current upgrade from 11/100 to 67/100!