Chapter 232

"If Icarus could represent the Riverton Military District in this year's grand competition, we might even have a shot at the top three," Brock murmured. "But with his strength, someone like him is bound to be proud and unlikely to want any involvement with the military." He frowned, wondering how best to approach this. ... Back in his room, Icarus stood shirtless before his bathroom mirror, examining his upper body. After his 100th refinement, his skin had become noticeably smoother, a level of smoothness that would make even women envious. But his focus wasn't on his skin. It was on the faint golden glow radiating from his bones, visible just beneath the surface. He didn't fully understand the significance of this transformation. All he knew was that his body had reached unprecedented strength after his 100th body refinement. At this point, it seemed only he could pose a threat to his physical safety. "Is this the pinnacle of physical cultivation?" he mused, squinting at