Eat More Fish

Chen Fei looked at the bewildering number of people in front of him who desperately practiced boxing to become a master, sighing.
"Compete? I don't think so. My motto is never to stand when you can sit."
So the panel answered his call.
"Extreme Mountain Fist Technique simplification in progress... simplification successful... Extreme Mountain Breathing Technique"
"Extreme Mountain Breathing Method simplification in progress... simplification successful... Breathing"
Chen Fei took a deep breath.
"Extreme Mountain Breathing Method experience +1."
"...So I can cultivate by breathing alone?"

Cultivation: Start From Simplifying Martial Arts Techniques

Miao Qisheng was nearly obliterated by Chen Fei's sword, with the horrifying force ravaging his internal organs, rendering his elemental energy useless.

Unable to control his body, Miao Qisheng rolled dozens of steps before gradually coming to a stop, his clothes soaked in blood. He struggled to stand, looked at Chen Fei with eyes filled with fear and disbelief.

The lightning-fast sequence of events, from Chen Fei's Godslayer Sword to the Qianyuan Sword's strike, had occurred in the blink of an eye. Miao Qisheng was still trying to process what had just happened. Only the hole in his mental perception and his battered body constantly reminded him of the ordeal he had undergone.

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