"When we practice martial arts, we turn our bowl into a basin, then our basin into a bucket!"
Xie Feichen's analogy was crude, but at that moment, it rang out with absolute clarity in Jiang Shu's mind.
The instant he unleashed Clear Force, Jiang Shu felt as though his body had undergone a transformation.
As if a shackle inside him had been unlocked.
His soul and flesh had both been elevated.
He couldn't help letting out a comfortable little groan. Jiang Shu lowered his fist, only then noticing that a layer of grime had somehow seeped out through his pores and coated his skin.
So this was Clear Force.
So this was a martial artist!
No wonder martial artists who had just reached Clear Force could only muster a thousand catties of strength.
And yet it was the first realm of martial arts.
Strength had never been the standard for measuring one's realm.
What mattered was breaking free of one's shackles.
Only by breaking those shackles could one overcome the first limit of the human body and raise their strength beyond a thousand catties!
Clear Force martial arts on Mystic Star had already brought him such a huge surprise.
If he managed to master Roaring Tiger Mountain Strength and become a Skin Tempering Realm martial artist, would his strength improve even further?
After indulging in that thought for a moment, Jiang Shu didn't stay outside any longer.
He had only gone out because he was worried that the commotion from breaking through and becoming a martial artist might disturb his family.
He took his time getting home, then went into the bathroom and showered several times, washing the grime off his skin.
Only then did he return to his room, visualize the crystal, and gradually drift off to sleep.
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