Quan Lin had waited a long time for this moment, and he would never let such a hard-won opportunity slip by easily.
So, as if under Demon Sealing, he kept pressing toward one wall. He absolutely would not let off the gauntlet that had been the first to slam into the wall and rebound.
Before it had fully broken free of the shock, he struck it with another hammering blow, knocking it back into the wall.
As the distance closed even further, the gauntlet completely lost the ability to resist and fell entirely into Quan Lin's Impact Spiral.
"Ta-ta, ta-ta."
The rhythmic sounds of impact kept accelerating.
Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen. From eighteen onward, even Quan Lin found the world extremely unfamiliar.
This was the first time he had surpassed eighteen stacks, and on top of that, he had done it without the support of his martial soul.
The improvements to his Mental Power, body, and Soul Power gave him an all-around sense of freedom.
Nineteen, twenty. Quan Lin could feel the resistance on his fists growing lower and lower, so the continuous rebound balls became smoother and smoother to strike.
A bearing like both demon and god was displayed to the fullest in this small Spirit Master.
His purplish Demonic Pupil, his hands growing ever blacker, and his frenzied posture made his entire state seem as if he were falling deeper and deeper into demonic obsession.
Under the increasingly intense assault, inspiration suddenly came to Quan Lin. Through the nonstop pounding, he sensed strong emotions coming from the Black Iron Gauntlets.
They were a mix of pain, fear, dread, and other emotions.
By observing the gauntlets' movements, he could judge some emotional changes.
But this direct sensation now was completely different.
This was an emotional transmission that allowed mutual