N-A-A Chapter 111 Dual Cultivation of Magic and Martial Arts: I'm Laying My Hands!
Chapter 111 Dual Cultivation of Magic and Martial Arts: I'm Laying My Hands!
The nineteenth day of the dry season.
Drones are back again.
This time it wasn't a single unit conducting reconnaissance.
Four machines flew in from the southeast in a straight line.
They were spaced evenly apart, and their flight altitude was nearly half that of the last time.
Chen Fei lay prone behind the bushes, looking up as four aircraft slowly flew overhead.
He was already captured on camera by the drone last time.
He knew this perfectly well.
So the other side directly increased the number of troops and deliberately lowered the altitude.
Humans do have a remarkable ability to learn.
The only downside is the reaction speed; it's really a bit slow.
[Host: Chen Fei]
[Identity: Sub-adult male lion]
[Energy Points: 1271↑]
The current energy points are only 29 points away from 1,300.
We're almost there.
This is not a vague premonition.
It's real, tangible feedback from the body.
For the past few days, the tips of his claws have had a persistent, dull swelling.
It felt as if a warm current was constantly gathering towards the fingertips, but it was still missing the last bit of opportunity.
Just one breath away from a complete breakthrough.
In mid-air, the four drones quickly dispersed.
Each team launched a search in different directions, expanding the search area more than three times larger than the last time.
Chen Fei did not move.
He kept his body low to the ground, lying deep in the bushes.
It allows its outline to blend perfectly with the ground.
It actively activates body temperature regulation, lowering the body surface temperature by two degrees.
By getting as close as possible to the temperature of the surrounding land, the probability of being detected is reduced.
The surveillance camera in the distance slowly panned in.
He paused briefly at his hiding place.
A few seconds later, it moved away smoothly and continued to explore forward.
Chen Fei gently exhaled a breath of stale air.
He turned his head slightly to look to his side.
Meimei was two meters to the right, also crouching down to hide.
In terms of stealth, Meimei is far superior.
The movements were clean and efficient, the hiding spots were precise, and the angle of the ground was perfect.
Its entire body blended almost seamlessly into the withered yellow grass, without any flaws.
Meimei didn't look at him.
His eyes remained fixed on the nearest drone, while his ears twitched slightly.
They were constantly tracking the source of the mechanical hum.
Chen Fei withdrew his gaze and continued to look into the distance.
The two lions lay quietly side by side, lurking in the shadows.
They remained two meters apart, without moving or disturbing each other.
The drone hovered over the area for nearly twenty minutes.
It slowly drifted eastward, completely leaving the search area.
Meimei took the initiative first.
She turned her head and glanced at Chen Fei briefly, just once.
He then stood up, shook off the dust, and walked steadily toward the Lion Alliance.
His steps were steady, and his back was upright.
After walking a dozen or so steps, it flicked its tail slightly.
Chen Fei watched the departing figure, remaining in a stealthy posture.
The next afternoon.
The long-awaited final opportunity has finally arrived.
Chen Fei was drinking water by the pool.
The long-standing soreness in my claws suddenly erupted.
The originally weak heat flow suddenly surged and churned.
As if breaking through all constraints, a surge of scalding warmth flowed into my limbs and fingertips.
He raised his right front paw and looked down to examine it closely.
A distinct, scorching heat lingered around the claws.
To the naked eye, the air around the fingertips distorts and undulates slightly.
Like the heat waves rolling on a hot road in the middle of summer.
[Host: Chen Fei]
[Identity: Sub-adult male lion]
[Energy Points: 1300↑]
Heat flow at the claw tip, successful unlock.
He picked up a fist-sized hard stone from the edge of the pool.
The right forepaw was covered by a surge of hot air, and then gently patted.
The hard stone shattered instantly.
A stream of heat seeped into the stone, causing it to crack open from the inside.
The fractured surface bore faint scorch marks, and upon closer inspection, a faint burning smell permeated the air.
"Holy crap~ He's aiming for internal energy!"
Chen Fei stared wide-eyed at the lion and then tested it with another stone.
This time, I restrained all my strength, only lightly touching the stone surface with the tips of my claws, without pressing down.
Five seconds later, the surface of the stone slowly changed color.
The grayish-white stone surface turned dark red, and a thin, elongated crack appeared at the point of contact, slowly spreading outwards.
A truly powerful skill, like the inner energy of a martial arts master!
Its practicality far surpasses the previous evolution of fur.
"Awesome! It's like training your muscles, bones, and skin externally, and cultivating your inner energy internally. Simultaneously training your body and your inner energy. Dual cultivation of magic and martial arts!"
He slowly stood up, his gaze fixed on the southeast direction from which the drone had flown yesterday.
Yesterday, one of the four machines flew the lowest.
When hovering on the east side of the pool, its height is only slightly more than twice the height of the tree crown.
This height is perfectly within reach.
He headed to the east side of the pool, hid in the tallest bushes in the area, and waited quietly.
We waited for a full two hours.
The drone arrived on time.
It was still a formation of four aircraft, with the same flight route and even the flight altitude remained unchanged.
Chen Fei hid deep within the branches and leaves, gathering all his heat into his limbs.
The leg muscles tense up, drawing in the power of the explosive sprint to its peak.
The drone flying at its lowest point slowly entered view from the right.
He precisely calculated the timing of his jump.
Aim at the diagonal front of its flight path.
The jump arc and flight trajectory intersect perfectly, extending the contact time.
He leaped into the air.
The right forepaw, enveloped in scalding heat, swung upwards with all its might.
The moment the claw tip touches the body, the condensed heat is released instantly.
Metals have a low melting point, and the casing is also thin and light.
The contact area softened rapidly within seconds.
The metal connecting parts of the rotor bearing were directly melted by the high temperature.
The drone, having lost power, plummeted straight down from the sky.
It bounced twice after hitting the ground, then came to a complete stop.
Chen Fei landed steadily, walked forward slowly, and looked down at the wreckage.
A clear claw-shaped melting mark is imprinted on the surface of the fuselage.
The metal edges curled up at high temperatures, and the entire piece turned black.
This is sufficient proof that the temperature at the claw tip had already exceeded the tolerance limit of ordinary metals.
The onboard camera was still lit, and the red indicator light kept flashing.
The data transmission in the background is still ongoing.
Chen Fei looked directly into the camera and remained silent for two seconds.
It then raised its sharp claws, and a scorching heat flowed from its fingertips.
On the hard ground next to the wreckage, four neat letters were slowly drawn.
DO NOT FLY LOW.
After finishing everything, he took two steps back, turned around, and calmly left.
The wreckage of the damaged drone remained in place.
The camera was fixed on the deep scratches on the ground, and red lights flickered incessantly in the empty wilderness.
London, headquarters of the survey team.
This time it wasn't Linton's private office, but a large, enclosed conference room.
Eleven staff members stood on either side of the long table, the atmosphere heavy.
Three high-resolution photos were projected onto the whiteboard, all of them evidence footage of the drone wreckage.
These are the signs of melting on the fuselage, a close-up of a lion's paw print, and English scratches carved into the ground.
Kenneth stood next to the whiteboard, holding a laser pointer.
"Metal testing results show that the melting temperature needs to reach over 600 degrees Celsius."
He said in a serious tone, "The claw strike of an ordinary lion could absolutely not generate such high temperatures. This is an objective physical fact, and there is no room for subjective speculation."
A laser red dot appears on the close-up of the claw mark.