After the discussion, Clive left the Student Union building. Not long after, the news of a new dragon crossing the river in the east college Student Union spread throughout all the courtyards.
On this side, Clive returned to his single dormitory and began to cultivate.
He held a pill in his hand. This was not an ordinary pill, but a pill that could also be consumed to break through the limits of the physical body.
The name of the pill was called the Dragon Pill. It meant that after eating one pill, one's physical strength would increase. People have been saying that after eating one pill, one's physical strength would increase by one tiger.
However, everyone could only eat it once at most. Any more and there would be no effect.
And now, Clive's limit had already reached the strength of nine tigers. He was just one tiger away from reaching the limit of the human body's strength of one dragon.
Clive, who was standing in the training room, directly stuffed the entire pill into his mouth and swallowed it. Then, Clive felt a heat rising in his lower abdomen.
With the help of this heat, he began to temper his body, letting this heat flow through his limbs and bones, seeking a breakthrough.
Ah, even Clive, who had strong willpower, could not help but let out a scream.
In fact, this Dragon Pill was not supposed to be consumed in one go, because its medicinal power was too strong and too overbearing. Generally, after people received it, they would boil it with water.
They would take it in a week or half a month's time.
Although the medicinal effect would be reduced, the risk was especially small, and it was in line with the rule of gradual and progressive human body training.
However, Linton and the others thought that Clive was a descendant of a large family and had a background. He would understand these things, so they did not tell Clive.
His muscles were constantly being torn apart by the powerful medicine and were constantly regenerating.
Clive felt that what flowed in his veins was not fresh blood, but a steel knife.
In less than a moment, he had become a bloody person. Nearly 80% of the capillaries in his body had exploded.
"I have to hold on," Clive said through gritted teeth.
He knew that if he did not maintain a clear mind to guide the medicinal efficacy, the violent medicinal efficacy would tear his meridians to shreds.
At that time, it would be a poison that could kill him instead of a tonic.
As the medicinal efficacy continued, Clive's height also increased slightly.
At the same time, some black impurities began to seep out of his arms. These impurities increased, not only in his hands but also in all parts of his body.
At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the training room. Someone asked with a worried expression, "Are you okay? Do you want me to call the school doctor?"
"No, I'm fine." Clive gritted his teeth.
He did not know how long this torture had gone on. He only felt that his nerves were going numb.
Just like that, the medicine flowed through every meridian in his body and finally completely disappeared in his body.
When the sky was about to brighten, Clive opened his eyes.
As soon as Clive stood up, frozen blood fell from his body.
Just as the man who was covered in blood stood up, he suddenly punched the dynamometer opposite him.
A loud bang sounded in the entire training room, and all the blood scabs on Clive's body flew out in all directions.
At the same time, the numbers on the dynamometer soared, and then a dragon's roar sounded in the room.
Looking at the display of the strength of a dragon on the dynamometer, Clive smiled. He had finally succeeded. From now on, his physical body had been trained to the limit.
Next, he could concentrate on learning the amplification technique.
At the same time, he felt that his amplification technique had fluctuated because of it.
Ten times amplification! Clive roared and punched the dynamometer.
Instantly, the golden dragon that had danced for ten days appeared on the dynamometer.
I felt that I could do more.
Then Clive punched the dynamometer again.
11-fold increase!
12-fold increase!
It was not until the 13th fold increase that Clive's fist stopped attacking the dynamometer.
His physical strength had reached the strength of a dragon.
"Now I'm a Grandmaster," Clive said with a smug smile.
Then he went into the bathroom to wash up, cleaned up, and called the cleaning staff out of the room.
Clive, who had returned to the dormitory, had a good sleep. He was woken up by the ringtone of his phone at night.
"What's the matter?" Clive asked.
"There's a party at the north campus now. Do you want to come?" Hong Zhen said on the other end of the phone.
"Not interested." Clive was not very interested in social occasions like this. If he wanted to communicate with him, he might as well practice boxing at home a few more times.
Hong Zhen, who was on the other end of the phone, let out a laugh. "Since we've pushed you to be our east wing's trump card, you should at least come out and let everyone get to know each other, right?
"Besides, getting to know each other a little more, won't it be more convenient for you to do things in school in the future?"
Since he had agreed to cooperate with others, he naturally had to give him some face.
"Alright, send me the address. I'll be there right away." Clive got up from his bed and said.
After ending the call, Hong Zhen waved his phone at the few people beside him and said, "Alright, he'll be here soon. At that time, all of you will know what a genius is."
"Is that so, Hong Zhen? Is it really as awesome as you say?" A blue-haired man said as he waved the wine cup in his hand.
"Of course. Didn't the Vice President of the north courtyard just get beaten up?" Hong Zhen said with a smile.
"But I heard that the north courtyard didn't admit to it," the blue-haired man said.
"He's just a stubborn duck. When Clive comes, I want to see how he's going to defend himself."
"Alright, alright. I think you're just a rich man who can't stand to show off his treasures. I want to see if this Clive has two heads."
Clive had already arrived outside the banquet hall.
Just as Clive was about to walk in and inquire about something, an ordinary student ran over and immediately stopped him. He then sat in a corner.
"What do you want?" Clive asked curiously.
"Are you stupid? You can't just run into the banquet to pick up scraps, right? When the buyer inside finds out, you'll have a good end."
"Pick up scraps? Pick up what scraps?" Clive asked curiously.
Hearing this, the man's face revealed a look of joy and disdain. "Look, these people from the outer gate are all here to pick up scraps. It's not embarrassing."
As he spoke, he took out a small metal ball the size of a ping-pong ball.
"What's this?" Clive asked curiously.
"It's a tool to pick up scraps. Without it, how would you pick up scraps?"
After a few exchanges, Clive finally understood what they meant by picking up leaks.
It turned out that at every large-scale banquet in the hall, a blood Qi device would be activated, emitting blood Qi.
You could think of it as a giant humidifier, but the blood Qi emitted from it could strengthen the body.