Lying on the ground, Dio had no time to pay attention to Rosalind's state, and all his attention was focused on his body, fighting the bursts of piercing pain coming from all over his body.

Now he can't move at all, because most of the bones in his body have been misaligned by Rosalind's best shutdown technique in actual combat.

It's not that Rosalind wants to abuse him, but it's an extremely extreme cultivation method called Bone Melting in the Gray Scale Martial Arts Gym - staggering the many joints of the body to create a state similar to dislocation, and then controlling the breathing and blood flow through the Gray Scale Secret Method, so as to repair the joints on their own purely by their own muscle ability.

In the process of this kind of cultivation, he can deeply master the control of his body and exercise his muscle strength, which greatly accelerates the progress of the Gray Scale Secret Method and various postures, and the bowl of medicine he drank before the actual combat practice is used to protect the muscles, joints and periosteum, so as not to suffer unnecessary injuries and hidden dangers during the practice.

This kind of cultivation method is very cruel, that kind of pain alone is enough to make ordinary people crazy, and the slightest carelessness may leave an incurable injury, but on the contrary, that is, the cultivation effect of the Bone Melting Secret Method is very prominent, and it can be said that it is the most effective secret method cultivation method in the Gray Scale Martial Arts Pavilion, and several of his senior brothers and sisters have more or less practiced this secret method.

Dio saw the secret method of bone melting in the library, and after conducting preliminary cultivation in private, he found that this secret method of cultivation was very suitable for his ability to control muscles, and it was obvious for his improvement, so he proposed to Valen to formally cultivate the secret method of bone melting. After careful investigation, Valen agreed to his request, and the Bone Melting Secret Method became one of his daily cultivation items.

True to its name, Dior now felt like a snake with bones removed, empty all over his body, with only endless pain constantly transmitted to his brain through his nerves.

Fortunately, in the gradual cultivation, he has become accustomed to this level of pain, and his mind is ethereal, so he can only instinctively use the breathing method to imitate the secret method of gray scales to control his blood flow frequency, and with the ability to manipulate the muscles, he began to build a building block to piece together his body skeleton.

Time passed little by little, and he couldn't feel any external movement in a state of complete concentration, only the meridians flowing with blood and the flesh that was constantly wriggling, and a scorching air flow was constantly circulating in his body, as if the extension of his fingers could be flexibly controlled with his consciousness.

As he concentrated on controlling the flow of qi and blood, the temperature of the originally scorching air began to drop unconsciously, as if it had been lowered from magma to the level of a hot spring, and the whole person began to warm up, as if soaking in comfortable warm water.

Dior, who had been paying attention to the changes in his body, immediately realized that the efforts of these days were about to take him to a new level.

Change happens in vain.

Dior was numb, and he only felt that the muscles of his whole body began to beat rhythmically, and that rhythm was the rhythm of the heartbeat, and all at once, the two were perfectly connected together through the surge of blood.

He suddenly felt his temples throb as well, as if something was about to come out of it, and at this moment, the energy he had absorbed from the ghost mask of Versailles also emerged from somewhere in his body, merging with the qi and blood in his original body, joining the carnival that was happening in his body.

Rumble!

An explosion sounded in his head, and the giant snake lurking in the lake of the mind opened its eyes again, setting off waves on the calm surface of the lake, and its image began to change, and a meat bag began to bulge on the side of the neck of the huge head, which slowly grew larger with a breath and a breath, and it took a while to stabilize and no longer get bigger, and then the giant snake closed its eyes and sank to the bottom of the lake again.

At this moment, his heart seemed to turn into a furnace in an instant, and he began to emit endless heat to grill his internal organs, meridians, and flesh, and faintly, he seemed to be able to hear the sizzling sound from all parts of his body.

The flow of blood, the beating of the heart, the tremor of the nerves, with the squeezing of the chest and abdomen between exhalation and inhalation, Dior only felt as if he had an extra feeling, an unprecedented ability to control his body.

Qi and blood begin to flow no longer along the meridians, but spread outward with the heart as the center, from the internal organs to the bones, from the bones to the flesh, and then from the flesh and blood to the epidermis, seeping out along the pores of the skin and covering the surface of the skin, as if forming a natural stratum corneum.

In an instant, a realization arose in his heart—this was the third and final layer of the Gray Scale Secret Method. And at this point, the level of martial arts is not far from him, he is already at the same level as Rosalind and Lynch, and the difference is only the accumulation of experience and skills.

At some point, all the joints of his body had returned to their places and he stood up again.

He raised his hands and rubbed them, and he felt as if there was something more there, usually no different from normal skin, but once he received a certain degree of impact, it would immediately automatically harden, weakening and dissolving the impact.

"This is the Arcane Scales?"

Dior closed his eyes, feeling the changes in his body, before reopening them after a long time.

He glanced around, then walked slowly to the row of training equipment near the wall.

Sizzle.

A terrible sound of the wind tearing sounded, and Dio's right hand had turned into a phantom and swung horizontally, then abruptly stopped on the left side of a wooden dummy's neck.

Let's go.

The dummy's head fell, and the cut in the neck was as smooth as a sharp blade.

He withdrew his right hand, glanced at the dummy's neck port, and then walked to a thick cowhide sandbag on the side, exhaled deeply, and the muscles of his upper body immediately bulged, and the black martial arts uniform that was originally a little loose on his body immediately swelled, and then bent slightly to the side, his right fist clenched and then a fierce straight punch.

There was a loud bang.

The sandbag didn't fly far back, but it shook strangely, and not only the sandbag itself, but also the shelf that lifted the sandbag shook from a distance, as if it had been earthquaked, and it buzzed wildly.

A moment later, there was a sudden popping sound on the sandbags, and I saw that the sandbags were cracked in all directions, and the sand was sprayed out along these small openings.

Dio retracted his fist, his breath changed, and he slammed into another hook fist, which blasted out like a cannonball, hitting the still cracked sandbag again.

Whew!

In the next moment, the sandbag exploded as if a bomb had been detonated inside, and the sand and gravel shot out from inside, rustling against the walls and floors, and raising a thick layer of dust.

After waiting for a while, when the dust fell silent again, Dior walked over to the sandbag, which had turned into a rag bag, and crouched down to examine it.

Some of the sandbags were broken as if they had been bitten by wild beasts, while others were blasted apart.

"Swift cutting, shadow blasting, and twisting tearing, if you really play it, it's terrible. I just don't know what the effect will be when used in real combat?"

Dio stood up thoughtfully, shook his head from side to side, and turned the shoulders of his lower arms again, and the muscles on the back of his shoulders suddenly twisted and wound like steel cables, full of explosive power.

"These three forces are aimed at the body surface, internal organs and bones, and the lethality is very comprehensive, although the senior sister seems to be specialized in the twisting style, but the others will not be bad, I don't know what will happen to her now? However, it seems that the senior sister has always been merciful, saying that it is a real battle, but she definitely did not use the real lethality, with this kind of lethality, it is impossible to let go with the senior brothers and sisters, otherwise it is too easy to have an accident, it seems that I can only find other ways, I just don't know how far I am from the martial artist. ”

Dio looked at the sandbag that had fallen to the ground, shook his head, turned around and walked to the hanger at the top of the stairs, changed his clothes, and walked out.