Chen Shouyi stood atop a small hill outside the safe zone, his hands circling as if an invisible force in the air were being drawn down and absorbed into his body.
A breeze stirred the leaves beside him, making them rustle. From the distant highway came the rhythmic mechanical rumble of a Steam Truck. Dust drifted slowly before his eyes. He could even hear his own breathing and heartbeat, and the faint sound of blood flowing through his veins.
A few minutes later, he slowly brought the movements to an end.
The invisible force instantly dissipated.
He panted heavily, drenched in sweat. His body swayed, and he nearly lost his balance.
He opened the Status Panel and glanced over it.
My strength finally went up by 0.1, reaching 151. Chen Shouyi thought to himself. So much time had passed that he had nearly thought the second optimized version of the Thirty-Six Body Tempering Forms no longer had any effect on him.
For the past three days, except when sleeping or eating to replenish his energy, he had spent all his time on high-intensity training.
The intensity was terrifying. At the Martial Artist level, every move could engage most of the muscles in the entire body, unleashing tremendous explosive power in an attack. The corresponding drawback was a lack of stamina.
Their fighting style was fierce and brief, over in a flash.
If energy expenditure were like pouring water, then ordinary people exerted themselves by letting it trickle out in a steady stream, while Martial Artists simply flung the water away. No matter how much water there was, it couldn't withstand being splashed out like that.
Ordinary people could fight for several minutes, even ten or more.
For a Martial Artist, one minute was already the limit.
This kind of high-intensity