The director hoped that all the Scarlet Research Institute researchers would try to believe in him and benefit from it. However, his ultimate goal was to create value for him.
Following that, the higher-ups of the Scarlet Research Institute started discussing this topic.
Listening to their discussion, Feng Qi made a decision.
In the future, when he obtained such an ability, he would choose to stay and not feed it to Three Tails for deposition.
This support enhancement ability could have a positive impact on the entire Scarlet Research Institute, especially after more than 1,000 years of precipitation. The impact would bee more far-reaching.
After the meeting, he left the meeting room with Wei Wei.
After returning to Training Room 1, Feng Qi resumed the high-intensity training.
Now, he had already mastered the basics of Fist Force.
However, he had only grasped the surface. He was still far from condensing his own Fist Force Domain.
Every punch he threw during training would make his fist intent more solid.
Physical training was secondary; the most important thing was mental tempering.
Only by tempering it thousands of times could one forge an indestructible fist intent.
His fists were shattered thousands of times under the ceaseless blows, developing calluses. Eventually, they even started to bleed.
But the physical pain could not shake Feng Qi’s heart at all.
He had experienced all kinds of extreme pain in many timelines.
Like the fear and pain in his heart when he waved the butcher’s knife at his fellow human beings.
Like the torture of flesh constantly rotting during biochemical modification.
He endured the despair of being abandoned by the entire world when he was held on the execution platform and executed as a human traitor.
When he saw Wei Wei, Lin Ran, and Li Xingchen sacrifice themselves for their ideals…
At this point, the pain in his body could no longer move him. It would only bee a whetstone for him to sharpen and grow.
The more he experienced, the more he realized that some pain was insignificant.
His fists kept striking the wooden stake. Wood shavings mixed with sweat and blood splattered. Feng Qi’s gaze was firm.
Every punch he threw was with all his might, pressing forward with indomitable will.
He realized that his mental state had reached a perfect match with the Fist Force during training.
It was as if he was rushing on the path to a glorious era—determined and indomitable.
Even if there was a mountain in front of him, he would smash it to open a path and continue forward.
During training, he realized that the various drawbacks and repercussions of Force did not appear on him as described in the information.
For example, mental damage.
He even felt that his energy had recovered a little during training.
From this, it could be seen that the problem with the cultivation of Force was not the cultivation method itself, but whether the cultivator’s mental state could integrate with the cultivation of Force.
If the Force one cultivated was not patible with one’s personality and mental state, one would suffer the backlash of Force.
A perfectly matched Fist Force would only be a help to one in all aspects.
Feeling the flames of the Fist Force burning in his chest, he felt his strength increase steadily. At this moment, he was elated.
The process of cultivating Fist Force was more like an affirmation of his choice of path.
Every punch was an acknowledgment of himself.
Pow!
At the same time that his mental state changed, Feng Qi unintentionally threw another punch.
This time, he only used one strike to shatter the special wooden stake. The fist shadow continued to smash into the metal wall not far away, leaving a clear fist mark.
Seeing this, a smile appeared on Feng Qi’s face.
At this moment, his fist intent advanced again..
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