The specific training method for Extreme Fighting Fist was as follows:
Gather qi in the dantian, descend spirit into the heart, use the true intent of my Extreme Fighting School to temper myself, guide qi through the acupoints...
Condense the strength of the entire body into a single point, then—
"It's gone?"
The incomplete text on the iron book came to an abrupt end. Chen Feng's gaze sharpened as he smacked his lips, still wanting more.
Judging by what he had just read, his trump card, Exploding Fist, was actually only an entry-level fist technique.
One could imagine just how high-level the Extreme Fighting School's inherited technique, the High-Level Fist Technique Extreme Fighting Fist, was.
What a pity. Chen Feng shook his head.
Then, raising his hand slightly, he carefully examined the broken edges of the iron book.
They were charred and corroded, carrying a somewhat rotten smell, just like they had been eroded by some kind of force.
In an instant, Chen Feng recalled that incomplete copy of Alliance General History.
Both were incomplete, and the traces around their missing portions looked extremely similar.
"Was some force deliberately destroying these things?"
"But why destroy them?"
Chen Feng pondered to himself, unable to find an answer.
In the end, just as he wanted to continue searching the interior of the Martial Arts Hall—
The world changed, and mist surged.
His eyes opened instinctively, and the familiar ceiling came into view once more.
"I'm back."
Shaking his head regretfully, Chen Feng pulled out the phone beneath his pillow.
It was still 7:05, not a second off.
Without wasting time, he got up, slipped on his slippers, and pulled open the swaying curtains.
Summer wind blew in through the closed screen window, but unlike the clear blue skies of previous days, the