In the training room, time seemed to freeze amidst the clash of fists and bones.
The last time residue completely caved under a punch from Jeming, charged with a burst of power from his entire body.
The elemental energy forming the body went into violent disarray, then silently dispersed like a punctured bubble, dissolving into streams of light that dissipated into the training ground's energy filtration system.
"Huff... huff..."
Jeming maintained his punching stance, breathing heavily, as sweat mixed with faint blood mist slid off his bronze skin.
He could clearly feel the surging blood and Qi within him, like boiling magma.
An indescribable sense of immense power filled every inch of his body, followed by an instinctual urge to destroy and vent this surging power.
"Ha..." He took a deep breath and applied the calming technique from the "Qi Cultivation Technique," suppressing the boiling blood and Qi, his gaze regaining clarity.
