In the dormitory of the academy, Wang Chen stretched his body, executing an exceptionally intricate move.
His arms, hands, legs, and feet twisted and bent effortlessly, as if molded from dough—sometimes standing on one leg like a golden rooster, sometimes sitting cross-legged on the floor, constantly shifting positions.
At this moment, Wang Chen was wearing only a pair of shorts. His muscles bulged visibly, supporting his lightly bronzed skin, which gleamed with sweat pouring like torrents.
If someone were to measure his temperature with a thermometer right now, they'd be shocked to find that Wang Chen's body temperature far exceeded the limits a human can endure.
A mist hovered above his head, and the speed at which his body lost moisture was nothing short of horrifying!
The next moment, Wang Chen's entire body trembled, his hands and feet returning to their original positions, while dense popping sounds erupted from inside him—as if beans were being stir-fried.
