Major Dark Force Mastery

The Blazing Sun Heart was still working.

The wound on Yang Sheng's arm was healing rapidly.

At the same time, his bones began to ache and itch, a sign that their density was increasing.

Replenishing his energy and resting were also forms of cultivation.

Yang Sheng walked over to the stacked boxes of medicinal meals by the wall. He opened one and found an assortment of vacuum-sealed food inside.

The extreme cold had long since frozen the meals as hard as stone.

The martial arts school had anticipated this and had even thoughtfully provided a hammer and chisel.

Yang Sheng picked up a packet and squeezed it. The food broke into several large pieces, just the right size to put in his mouth.

After eating, Yang Sheng lay down on the bed to rest.

Resting was easier said than done. Under that constant pressure, falling asleep was difficult, and even when he managed it, he slept only lightly for a while.

A few hours later, Yang Sheng opened his eyes.

His fatigue had not entirely faded, but the wound on his arm had almost healed.

He glanced at the clock on the wall.

It was three in the morning on the second day.

Yang Sheng let out a long breath.

"No wonder Jiang Tian said the Seclusion Room tortures the body to temper the will. Stay too long and you might even become delirious. He wasn't exaggerating."

"Again!"

This time, Yang Sheng lasted thirty punches.

Wounds split open across his arm once more.

Faint fist prints appeared on the Seclusion Room's wall.

They were damage caused by his Fist Intent.

But Yang Sheng could clearly feel that by the time his punches landed, their power had already weakened by seventy or eighty percent.

The wall had probably taken only a