Yang Wu's State of Mind, Luo Feng's Thoughts (Begging for Subscriptions with Ten Thousand Words)

However, after two hours of extreme exertion, combined with the boost brought by his Domain Lord-level Bloodline, Yang Wu's rate of improvement was indeed astonishing.

Only the Virtual Universe could allow him to repeatedly encounter opponents slightly stronger than himself. There was no possibility of that in reality.

Under these circumstances, if one had to set a standard for Yang Wu's talent, then despite not having cultivated a clone, he was already comparable to genius Bolan, who appeared only once every tens of thousands of eras.

"Two hours of arduous cultivation, and my domain advanced another step." Yang Wu's gaze sharpened. "Then I'll continue."

Battle after battle began anew. At the fighting speed of a Star-level Warrior, it was entirely possible to launch eighty or a hundred attacks every second.

Facing opponents set by the Virtual Universe, Yang Wu might fail again and again, but he also improved with every failure!

This rate of progress was far faster than when he had previously shut himself away and cultivated on his own.

Of course, the Virtual Universe had always possessed one unchangeable flaw: there was no so-called sensation of "death."

Time flew by. Only five days had passed since Yang Wu left Qiulong Star, yet he already felt extremely bored.

Repeatedly going to the Virtual Space to challenge stronger versions of himself?

It had indeed been exhilarating at first, but after being crushed for five straight days and losing continuously, he was clearly fed up.

As for playing Virtual Games with Babata?

Given Babata's intelligence level and speed of thought, he really could not beat Babata at ordinary games.

After playing a little, he quickly grew tired of them as well.

"Cultivation again and again, battle again and again. It isn't merely a test of willpower, but also a tempering