After completing the check-up, Wang Ye took his father's car back to his neighborhood.
As they left, his mother added, "The day after tomorrow is your cousin's engagement party, remember to come for lunch."
"Okay." Wang Ye sighed slightly.
The groom of this engagement party is Wang Liquan, the second-level athlete who took him running a few days ago.
Wang Ye doesn't know when the concept of engagement parties emerged, but it seems that starting a few years ago, his relatives began to spend lavishly on these seemingly meaningless engagement parties before official wedding banquets.
Probably due to some social anxiety, Wang Ye genuinely doesn't want to attend such events where the older generation rambles about family matters over food and drinks, but due to his parents' insistence, he's never missed one of these banquets since childhood. Even when he's out of town for work or school, he would still be dragged back to attend.
"Anyway, I'm basically immune to alcohol now, so it shouldn't affect my performance on the field."
Wang Ye shook his head, got out of the car, and took the elevator back to his home.
He took a set of keys from his waistband, turned the lock, and with a "click," the door opened.
After slinging a canvas bag filled with "hidden weapons" over himself, Wang Ye closed the door again and took the elevator downstairs.
Once downstairs, he didn't hesitate to activate his master-level Walking Skill, his legs continuously moving back and forth as he sped towards the half-finished building where he usually practiced his Throwing Skill, at a speed exceeding 20 mph.
As he walked, he glanced at the time on his wristwatch.
16:25
He had spent the whole afternoon at the hospital, and it was almost dark, yet he still hadn't filmed today's video.
Once the sun sets, that half-finished building without street lights will be plunged into pitch-black darkness, making it challenging not just to film short videos, but even to practice his Throwing Skill.
Five minutes later.
Wang Ye stepped into the building, tossed the canvas bag on the ground, and took out a pack of craft knife blades he had prepared earlier.
He tore open the packaging and took out a blade.
The craft knife blade was triangular with an extremely sharp tip and emitted a chilling glare, as if any light touch would leave a mark from the sharp edge.
As it's used for making small handcrafted items, these blades are very thin and about the size of half a thumb, making them very concealable in the palm, so others would hardly notice the hidden deadly weapon in his hand.
However, because of its lightweight, like a leaf, it's not very convenient to throw.
Wang Ye first aimed at a wooden board within ten meters.
He raised his right hand to his ear, suddenly swung his arm, and threw it.
To throw such a small, lightweight item, he must exaggerate the arm movement to increase power; otherwise, it would be difficult to cause any effective damage. If he were throwing something heavier, like steel needles or marbles, he could achieve significant killing power just by flicking his wrist.
The craft knife blade transformed into a flash of silver light as soon as it left his hand.
Whoosh—Thud!!!
It embedded into the wooden board.
Thanks to Wang Ye's previous throwing experience, this throw was quite successful.
Although the speed was slightly slower compared to heavier items, his strength compensated for it.
Wang Ye approached the wooden board and took out the blade. The mark it left was shallow, about 1mm deep, just barely letting the blade stay in place, and a slight breeze could blow it off.
"Too little power."
Wang Ye frowned slightly.
With this power, even hitting an apple within ten meters would be difficult, making it challenging to shoot good video footage.
He opened the panel and checked his Throwing Skill.
[Throwing lv2 (89.31%)]
Seeing the skill level, Wang Ye's eyes suddenly lit up.
If each throw increases the skill level by 0.1%...
He only needs to throw a hundred times to max out the skill level.
Thinking of this, hope appeared in Wang Ye's eyes,
"At this pace, I might even reach lv3 before the sun sets."
Once he reaches lv3, his throwing power will further improve.
Throwing craft knife blades into the wooden board within ten meters would no longer be a challenge.
Without wasting time, Wang Ye immediately took out a pile of blades from the canvas bag, opened their packaging one by one, and began madly grinding his Throwing Skill level.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
…
He repeated the blade throws over and over.
Each time using all his strength without reservation, his posture resembling that of a baseball pitcher.
Like using a coiled whip, his whole body twisted nearly inhumanly to stimulate the speed of his fingertips. Ultimately, he flung the blade out explosively.
In this relentless approach, Wang Ye's arm started to feel intense pain, but due to his terrifying recovery ability, the pain dissipated within about ten minutes, while his throwing speed and strength increased by around 5%.
Wang Ye knew that his arm muscles were beginning to adapt to the intensity of high-level training. The underlying logic of strength and muscle enhancement boils down to improving external stimulus adaptability through repeated limit-breaking training.
For quite some time.
Approximately an hour passed.
Wang Ye sat on the ground, panting, rubbing his sore arm.
He opened the panel.
[Throwing lv3 (0.02%)]
Finally upgraded to lv3!
After resting for a while, Wang Ye stood up again.
He positioned the camera aside and activated filming mode.
The moment he took out a blade, he clasped it between his index and middle fingers.
Aimed for a wooden board hanging ten meters away in mid-air.
He raised his arm to his ear and threw powerfully.
Whoosh!
Scratch!!!
This time, the sound of the blade piercing the wooden board was noticeably louder.
Wang Ye quickly walked forward, took down the wooden board, and showcased the depth of the blade's penetration to the camera.
Only to see that a 3CM blade had half sunk into the wooden board. This indicates that the blade's penetration depth reached around 1.5CM!
Although this wooden board had become soft and brittle after long-term weathering and decay, reaching this depth purely through throwing from ten meters away was no easy feat.
Wang Ye exerted a bit of force to extract the blade from the wooden board.
As he looked at the blade, light as a leaf in his palm, a barely containable excitement filled his face.
If even such a blade can achieve this power, then he's likely not far from the realm in ancient legends where Flowers and Leaves Can Hurt People.
Thinking this, Wang Ye immediately left the building and picked up a leaf of slightly higher hardness from the vegetation.