This explosive experimental result soon set off a massive uproar!
Since [Brute Force Yields Miracles] could comprehend the Molten Breathing Technique through magma, what about other classes and other extreme environments?
The scholars of the Scientific Research Team and the top players on the front lines all rubbed their hands together, their imaginations running wild.
"If Brute Force can soak in molten salt, can I just go hug a high-voltage transmission tower? As long as I don't die, I ought to be able to comprehend the Nine Heavens Thunder Control Technique!" [Thunder King] was eager to give it a try.
"Then, as a [Venom Ranger], do I need to drink every poisonous chemical reagent on the Periodic Table of Elements? How about the Hundred Poisons Immunity Breathing Technique?" [Breaking Bad] swallowed hard.
"Don't any of you stop me. I'm a [Flesh Artisan]. I'm going to meditate in a slaughterhouse and comprehend the Flesh Ascension Great Technique!"
"Looks like you still don't understand Flesh Artisans. You need to carve decorative cuts into yourself!"
"???"
Let us turn back time for a moment.
Planet 119.
A breeze brushed through the leaves, producing a soft rustling sound.
The entire Star Spirit Race escort froze in place like dozens of lifelike statues. The Star Spirit Officer leading them stared fixedly at the four empty pale-blue Psionic Shackles on the ground, feeling a chill race up his spine and straight to the back of his head.
They were gone.
Without any spatial magic fluctuations or teleportation array lighting up, four living people had turned into white light and vanished with a whoosh before dozens of watching eyes.
"C-Commander..." A Star Spirit soldier's teeth chattered, and the palm gripping his sword was drenched in cold sweat. "Could they really... be ghosts sent by an Evil God?"