Ye Yuan had no desire to absorb any more mysterious energy. What he wanted most now was to drive out the mysterious energy he had already absorbed.
He tried guiding it with the qi within his body, but it was useless.
Ye Yuan felt as though his body contained endless strength that wanted to burst out, yet he simply could not release it.
If only he knew martial arts. He could use training to burn off this excess strength.
Just then, Ye Yuan suddenly thought of the military combat boxing he had learned during his college military training.
Military combat boxing should count as a form of martial arts too. Ye Yuan stood on a reef and began practicing it, throwing punch after punch and kick after kick.
With every punch, Ye Yuan could feel a trace of mysterious energy being driven out of his body by some indescribably mystical sensation.
After practicing it over and over, the violent mysterious energy gradually calmed down. By the time Ye Yuan finished the fifth round, that mysterious power had vanished, replaced by a layer of dark, grimy filth left on the surface of his body.
Ye Yuan put away the two "black stones," ignoring Big Yellow's dissatisfied barking, and headed straight home. Only after taking a satisfying hot shower did he finally wash himself clean.
Lying on his bed, Ye Yuan began analyzing the series of changes from that day.
First, the mysterious energy inside the "black stones" could be absorbed by him.
But that bloated feeling had been far too uncomfortable. Although he had later released the mysterious energy by practicing military combat boxing, Ye Yuan truly did not want to experience that sensation again.
Second, while practicing, he had felt that his fists carried that mysterious energy. If that middle-aged