Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 1620 - 373: Liu Caidie: Chen 94, You Finally Came! (Part 2)

After all, he had completely perfected the initial six layers of the Golden Bell Shield via cross training.

Mastering those first six layers of the Golden Bell Shield demanded surviving the Bone Carving Technique as well.

Unlike other cultivation methods, the Golden Bell Shield's first six layers of cross training focus solely on enduring strikes, not delivering them.

For the first layer, daily horse stance and piling drills are required, paired with a specific breathing technique to boost bodily functions, plus immersion in vast quantities of Body Refining Medicine to massively strengthen the physique.

The second layer introduces beatings with water-soaked cloths at first. These heavy, stinging wet cloths build basic strike resistance in the body and provide foundational training for the internal organs to avoid easy damage.

After the body reaches sufficient conditioning and organs can handle normal impacts, progression to the third layer becomes possible.

In the third layer, wet cloths give way to blunt tools such as sticks, with strike power steadily ramped up until adaptation to stick blows occurs, forcing muscles to develop robust defenses. Success arrives when pain vanishes in the later stages.

Next comes the fourth layer, employing blunt-edged blades and swords for cuts. Sharper edges follow, and mastery is achieved once regular blades fail to pierce skin or tear muscles.

Now ready for the fifth layer, it challenges against elite martial artists. The goal is building tolerance to a foe's Gang Qi on impact, even reflecting it back. Weapon strikes might shatter the attacker's gear.

This attains the fabled invulnerability to blades and spears, making the body an unbreakable fortress.

At such heights, ordinary Jianghu masters pose no threat whatsoever. Yet limits remain, namely the vital points.

It's common knowledge; back when viewing TV shows, targeting a Golden Bell Shield expert's vital spot with a light tap sufficed for victory.

True Golden Bell Shield adepts render that tactic useless, for they possess no such vulnerabilities.

The Golden Bell Shield's concluding external training phase hones precisely this vital point defense.

By the sixth layer, the practitioner emerges as a supreme cross-training powerhouse in Jianghu, immune to both blunt and edged weapons. Only assaults on eyes, ears, nose, mouth, groin, or key acupoints remain lethal risks, so training must steel these zones against harm.

Attaining this pinnacle eradicates all flaws save the eyeballs themselves, marking ultimate triumph in Golden Bell Shield cross training.

Beyond lies the shift to internal cultivation of inner strength, but that's another matter.

Clearly, Du Xiong had reached flawless command of the Golden Bell Shield's sixth layer.

During this clash with Liu Caidie and Han Ling’er, he simply stood firm, absorbing their punches without budging. To Du Xiong, the blows from these women felt like mere scratches.

Du Xiong's nonchalant face fueled fury in Liu Caidie and Han Ling’er, though despair began to seep into their hearts. How could they stand against such a foe as Du Xiong?

Han Ling’er's unyielding spirit blazed with anger at Du Xiong's apparent immunity to their assaults. She poured every ounce of her power into a punch aimed right at his eyes.

This strike sought to blind Du Xiong, stripping his sight. As it hurtled forward, the intense force pulled in surrounding cloud Qi to further cloud his vision.

Deprived of sight, Du Xiong would prove far easier to manage next.

Right then, Han Ling’er's fist rocketed toward Du Xiong’s eyes. He swiftly closed them, prompting her instant shift to a claw with two fingers poised to dig out his eyeballs.

Du Xiong stayed utterly calm, eyes firmly shut in assurance.

Bang!

Han Ling’er’s two fingers stabbed at Du Xiong’s eyes yet inflicted zero damage, halted dead by his eyelids.

Unable to penetrate, her fingers ached sharply, like striking solid iron.

Yet Han Ling’er refused defeat, transforming poke into rake. She slashed her claw straight at Du Xiong’s throat.

Du Xiong anticipated her move, refusing to evade and even thrusting his neck forward invitingly as she clawed in.

A shrill scrape echoed, akin to talons grating over iron.

Han Ling’er’s nails nearly tore free, agony welling tears, while Du Xiong chuckled, "With those skills, you’re trying to fight me? Just marry me and I’ll take good care of you."

"You!"

Boiling with wrath, Han Ling’er raised her leg for a brutal groin kick on Du Xiong.

"Hah!"

Han Ling’er summoned her full might for a savage lower-body kick at Du Xiong, fueled by raw fury and holding nothing back, bent on crippling him forever.