After taking a deep breath, Abel once again recalled the experience of the two knights. Since the more Qi in his body the better, he might as well drink it all!
Abel picked up the master-grade "Qi Condensing Potion," which shimmered with dark-golden arcs of light, and poured it straight into his mouth without hesitation. Then he drank another bottle, and another. Before long, all six bottles of master-grade "Qi Condensing Potion" were in Abel's stomach. He couldn't help belching. Aside from Abel, who else could drink master-grade potions until he started burping?
At that moment, the "Qi Condensing Potions" in Abel's stomach began to rebel. An enormous amount of Qi surged toward his Qi Veins. He no longer had the mind to think about anything else and circulated the Knight Breathing Technique with all his strength, constantly compressing the Qi in his Qi Veins. But how could his compression speed compare to the speed at which the massive amount of Qi poured into his Qi Veins?
Abel felt as though he had turned into a pressure cooker. His stomach began to bulge, and if his powerful body had not been holding it in, his stomach would probably have exploded outright.
At that moment, the five branches of his Qi Veins began retracting under the immense pressure. The Qi within his Qi Veins was continuously compressed, growing denser and denser. Then, more Qi kept surging into his Qi Veins, filling the spaces created by the compression. Once again, the pressure within his body began forcibly compressing them.
Abel was like a balloon. A light poke from an outside force would make him explode. Sensing the danger, he circulated the Knight Breathing Technique desperately. He had no other option now and could only rely on the Knight Breathing Technique.
However, the