The campus clamor was eventually replaced by the deeper shockwave from the bombshell news of the "big three's" early graduation. But Qin Feng, the eye of the storm, had already thrown himself back into his tedious and disciplined training.
However, just a few days later, he encountered a new problem—one he had never considered before.
Private Martial Arts Room B-17.
Qin Feng was shirtless, practicing the Advanced Imperial Body Refining Technique.
His one hundred and twenty-seven movements were fluid and seamless, incomparably precise. Every detail was simply perfect.
His powerful physique allowed him to easily perform various hyperextended, beyond-the-limit twists and stretches.
But his face held a trace of resignation.
After an hour of extreme training, not a single drop of sweat had formed on his forehead.
Inside his body, although Spiritual Energy surged and power churned, that familiar soreness of torn muscle fibers and bones pushed to their absolute limit was gone.
