Jiang Ping An opened a training room within the Divine Ruins Space.
Blue skies, white clouds, mountains and water—the scenery was beautiful.
Jiang Ping An cast aside distracting thoughts, raised his fist, and punched forward.
The powerful force whipped up a gale. Primordial Power fused with the Primordial Rule and Fist Intent, condensing into a fist.
Jiang Ping An swiftly dispersed the fist, attempting to make the attack vanish.
Just as the Fist Intent was about to reach a mountain, he condensed the attack again.
Bang!
The mountain trembled, rocks tumbled down, and a fist mark appeared on its face.
Jiang Ping An frowned. "Same as before. Too slow, too weak—it isn't suited for actual combat."
"Do I need to learn a speed-type divine art?"
"But I don't have an origin. There probably aren't many speed-type divine arts suited to me."
Jiang Ping An punched again and again within the Divine Ruins Space, trying to make his released attacks disappear like Qu Ji's.
Yet after tens of thousands of punches, his muscles ached unbearably, and he still failed to grasp the technique.
However, those attempts had not been meaningless.
Jiang Ping An discovered that with his powerful physique, his punches were extremely fast at close range.
"The attacks I release have limited speed. I can't make them fly far away like Qu Ji."
"Perhaps I can try making my attacks 'disappear' at close range!"
"The purpose of learning this technique is to leave the enemy unable to react—or rather, unable to see the attack."
"In close combat, making the enemy unable to see my attacks can achieve the same goal!"
Jiang Ping An gave up on releasing attacks from afar and began punching and retracting his fist at close range.
Whoosh! Whoosh, whoosh!
Through rapid short-range attacks and retractions, his