He was also aware that the Strength he now possessed was still Mingjin, not Anjin.
While it was far stronger than simple physical force... Anjin was the practice of infusing Strength deep into one's muscle fibers, allowing one to injure an enemy internally without breaking the surface.
Qin Fang's palm strike had broken the wooden pile...
But with Anjin, a single palm strike would leave the wooden pile's surface seemingly untouched. Yet, with the slightest external disturbance, it would crumble to dust!
'From Mingjin to Anjin, training Strength from the outside in...'
'This is likely the path I must take next.'
However…
'I can't believe the Wild Bull Qi Strength Pile has reached Perfection. And now that it has, the experience required for the next level... is infinite?'
Qin Fang frowned, staring at the "1/∞" on his panel and pondering its meaning.
It meant... he would still gain something by continuing his Standing Pile practice.
But…
