When a person grew accustomed to death, there truly was no force in this world that could stop him from moving forward.
Jiang Feng, immersed in tempering himself toward ultimate strength and having experienced death countless times, entered a state of selfless comprehension.
His world contained nothing but all manner of ultimate insights.
Jiang Feng had long discovered that here, the divine power he expended would rapidly recover whenever he resurrected after death.
What recovered was not merely his divine power, but also his body's hunger.
In short, here, he needed not think about any other matter. He only needed to comprehend!
"Not bad. There are no longer any flaws in your spear thrusts..."
"Clean and decisive footwork..."
"Forming fire into a shield at will..."
"The Flame-Splitting Thirteen Flowing Cloud Thrust producing two streaks of spear radiance is indeed the limit for both you and me right now..."
"Pfft..."
The long spear pierced straight into the vital point in his chest...
The wicked charm vanished from the reflection's face, replaced by traces of astonishment and delight.
He lowered his head to look at Hundred Pleats, buried in his chest, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
Jiang Feng slowly raised his head and looked at the reflection. "Do you know where you lost?"
The reflection said nothing. His body slowly transformed into a cloud of black mist and dissipated.
"You lost because you talked too much!"
Jiang Feng murmured, withdrawing Hundred Pleats.
He had finally won!
After raising every kind of power to its utmost limit—even mastering the Flame-Splitting Thirteen Flowing Cloud Thrust to the point where he could unleash two streaks of spear radiance at once—he had finally defeated the reflection.
This was growth bought with countless deaths!
His cultivation had not increased, nor had his application of