"Almost there..."
Meng Chuan gritted his teeth.
The closer he came to the finish, the more the pressure mounted, until it reached an unbearable degree. At that moment, Meng Chuan felt as though he had become a gigantic funnel, with every ounce of pressure in the world converging on him.
But in his World Body state, he devoted himself entirely to controlling his body. Though his flesh suffered, his mind and thoughts flowed ever more smoothly, with a bliss almost akin to ascension.
The nearly tangible pressure seeped into every opening, dragging at his body, trying to crush him.
Yet an endless surge of strength coursed through his muscles like a great river, resisting it and displaying his unyielding Martial Will.
Whoosh!
Primordial Qi swept through him. His flesh, empowered by "martial," supported him all the better...
He observed his own strength from a third-person perspective.
Drawing, shifting, redirecting, transferring, layering... He employed all manner of increasingly precise ways to exert force against the ever-descending, ever-intensifying pressure.
Under that immense pressure, Meng Chuan's physical potential score of a full 83 was turning into tangible breakthroughs in strength at a visible rate.
Suddenly, Meng Chuan sensed his body stirring.
Countless Horizontal Training Methods containing techniques for wielding strength quietly fused into a coherent whole at that moment.
Meng Chuan's eyes widened. The "force" he could see now was no longer just the pressure made visible by the overwhelming burden imposed by the world.
He could also see countless forces flowing, intertwining, transforming, and merging, both inside his body and outside it!
The Mother River flowed, glittering with starlight.
The next instant, a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes.
Whoosh!
His muscles surged with activity, starlight spraying across the sky. Meng Chuan's feet even left the ground for an instant. Fully stretched