He actually had to compress it seven times a day!
What kind of godlike person could manage that?
Then next, he needed to let off some steam.
He acted at once, taking out his sledgehammers and mustering his entire cultivation within the space. He swung his hammers nonstop, running through his techniques seventy or eighty times in one go, exhausting himself until his energy and strength were utterly spent and he could no longer continue. Only then did he and his hammers crash to the ground together.
"Practicing martial arts really isn't work meant for humans..." Zuo Xiaoduo muttered to himself.
Despite his complaints, he could truly feel his own progress. Before this, after completing his second round of compression, he had only been able to perform his most powerful Thousand Souls Hammer seven or eight times at full strength before he had barely any strength left.
Yet this time, he had swung them through a full seventy or eighty repetitions before exhausting himself!
That kind of improvement was nearly a tenfold surge, or even more!
In just a few short days!
"My strength has increased... tenfold?" Zuo Xiaoduo felt bewildered, scarcely able to believe it.
"Am I really improving this fast?"
"If I went back to school and told them, wouldn't everyone look up to me? Gaze up at me like a towering mountain?"
Zuo Xiaoduo imagined himself standing onstage, his head held high and his face beaming, speaking in a reserved yet enthusiastic tone: "Actually, cultivation isn't difficult. You must all work hard, fellow students. Take me, for example. My strength increased tenfold in a day. So, where there's a will, there's a way..."
What thunderous, enthusiastic applause would rise from the audience!
Just imagining it intoxicated Zuo Xiaoduo. He stretched out his arms to look, and the