Chapter 143: Consecutive Breakthroughs
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Chapter 143: Consecutive Breakthroughs
The two fists clashed in a terrifying explosion. Both bore the Dao of the Fist. They were strong, unrelenting, indomitable. None backed down. Jacks knuckles ground against the copys, and all the amassed power erupted in a ring-shaped shockwave that blasted into the ground.
The grass disintegrated under their feet, leaving a blackened crater the size of a bathtub.
Jack turned and smashed a hook into the copy, which stepped into his guard and shot a straight right into his face. Jack took it head-on, flying backward, rolling midair, and skidding on his feet. He rubbed his lipa hint of blood was left on his fingers.
Heh. He chuckled. You can fight.The origin of this chapter's debut can be traced to N0v3l--B1n.
The copy smiled brightly. Of course it could fight. It was him.
Jack noticed that he couldnt use skills in here. What he just shot wasnt a Meteor Punch, just a punch infused with his Dao.
What he could use was the Dao, and its power was far greater than in the real world. Here, the Dao was part of everything. It existed in the air, the ground, the grass, the sky. He was simply utilizing the power that was freely available.
In the real world, trying to push his Dao outside his body felt like wedging it into something that was already full. The world was flooded with its own Dao, one that included everything, and imposing his will on that was hard. So hard, in fact, that Jack couldnt do it. His Dao could only affect his own body, or at best influence the world in tiny manners. Every skill he used came from his own body or the Systems assistance.
Even Brutalizing Aura, his newest skill, only interfered with the minds of other people, not the Dao or the world itself. That was the domain of D-Grade cultivators.
Here, however, Jacks Dao was one with the worlds. They were in his soul, after all.
He took another moment to consider the implications of this. The copy gave him time.
What did it mean that he couldnt use his skills? Why? Because the System cant reach me here, he realized. The soul is inviolable. Even the System cannot access it.
He tried to bring up his status screen as an experiment. Nothing happened. His theory was right. Was this a good or a bad thing? Jack didnt know, but the tribe chief had warned him not to trust the System. Did Jack trust that guy? Probably. Did he know what this meant? No. But a System-free space inside his soul couldnt be a bad thing, right? At worst, he just wouldnt use it.
He returned his gaze to the copy, standing across a blackened crater on the grass. A thought later, the crater disappeared, leaving the ground pristine. Jacks torn lip recovered instantly.
I cannot practice skills, Jack considered, but I can use the Dao and amplify its effects.
He tested that theory. The Dao of the Fist flooded his body and seeped out, forming a purple halo around him. He could sense the world changing. There was no tangible difference, but the fabric of reality was now under the influence of the Fist. It was like coloring the air purple. Everyone would be able to see it, but it wouldnt really change anything. There was no conduit.
Dao Skills were that conduit. And, though the System wasnt here How much did it help with those skills, really?
Jack clenched his fist, imagining a meteor around it. The Dao of the Fist rushed to it, cladding his fist in bright purple, and the world shuddered lightly around it, but nothing else happened. The sounds and colors werent drawn in, and the power that Jack had gathered felt like a pale imitation of the real thing.
Why? he considered. Is the System amplifying my power when I use skills?
But his Dao itself wasnt weakened. The power he poured into his fist was the same. It was just the effect that was severely lessened.
Its because I cant guide it, he realized, eyes shining. Thats where the System helps. It doesnt empower. It facilitates.
On closer inspection, he could sense the Dao straining under his control. The skill he was using wasnt less powerful than the outside worlds Meteor Punch, it was just much cruder. Power leaked out. It felt like a bunch of tiny people pulling in different directions instead of the disciplined army that the System helped him form.
Can I get better? Jack wondered. A crazy thought entered his mind. What happens if I perfect the skill by myself? What will the System do, then?
He focused on the fist. Maintaining the skill was draining, but he clamped on with indomitable will. He focused every scrap of his mind into it. In the sky, the metallic silver light that was the Dao Root of Indomitable Will shone brighter, but Jack couldnt see it.
Controlling his Dao manually was a pain in the ass. It rebelled constantly. The fist was more than just a weapon; it was a concept, a will to go forward. It contained hints of defiance. Every time Jack willed it into his fist, a part of the Dao refused to follow his orders.
He could force it if he pushed harder, but it took a lot of power, and it wasnt as effective. A rebellious army was far less useful than one which believed in your cause.
Could I convince it?
It felt a bit like his breakthrough into the E-Grade. The Dao was mindless, but it spoke in feelings and ideas. It told him why it refused to follow his orders. It was like a stubborn child. Jack could debate it, constantly adjusting his outlook to perfectly match the Daos. He explained why flowing into his fists and striking out was perfectly in line with the nature of the Dao of the Fist, why he deserved to wield it, why they were a perfect match.
And, worst of all, there was nothing Jack could do about it. The world around them was his soul, which was one with the Dao Seed of the Fist. The Dao surrounding them was that of the Fist. Even though Indomitable Will was compatible, and even though Jack felt he had a pretty good understanding of it, that Dao simply had far less of a pool to draw from.
Unless I can use the fist to defend, Jack thought. But the Dao of the Fist is offensive. Hmm
When they clashed again, Jack didnt use the Dao of Indomitable Will to defend. He used the Dao of the Fist, drawing it around him like a mantle.
It failed. He was thrown backward. The copy scoffed at him.
Ill show you when I get it, Jack thought, narrowing his eyes. Again!
They clashed. Jack tried different things. He made the Dao of the Fist into a shield, armor, or even a series of tiny fists that protected him. Every time, it failed.
Damn it! he thought, panting on the grass. The fist is attacking!
No matter how he used his understanding to rouse the Daos power, its nature by itself was offensive. He could convince it to fight with him, but he couldnt talk it into changing its nature. It had to be the Dao of Indomitable Will.
Oh!
But those two Daos were compatible. What if he convinced the power of the Dao of the Fist surrounding him to transform into the Dao of Indomitable Will? If one was part of the other, it should be possible.
He stood back up. He and the copy clashed another dozen times. Jack kept failing, but he sensed he was on to something here. The Dao resisted, but every time, he found new ways to counter it. When it claimed that the fist was meant to crush through anything, he showed how indomitability was a part of that. When it claimed the fist was power, he proved that indomitability was included. When it asked why indomitability was present in every aspect of the fist, he simply explained that indomitability was a part of the fist. The two Daos were interlinked, doubly nested.
He kept pushing. The Dao challenged every part of his understanding. It demanded that he fuse every aspect of the fist with indomitability. It was difficult, but his understanding of both was sharp enough. Eventually, he succeeded.
And the Dao complied. When he used the Dao of Indomitable Will to defend himself, it was powered by the same Dao of the Fist that fueled his Meteor Punch. Metallic, silver armor appeared on him. The copys punch exploded on it, and Jack had to take a step backbut he remained standing.
The entire soul space shook. Jack looked up. The silver star that was the Dao Root of Indomitable Will stirred. Its color washed out, no longer stopping at its boundaries, and spilled into the air. In return, the air flowed in. The Dao Root shone purple for a moment, then turned colorless, becoming one with the soul world. Root-like lines stretched out of the Dao Root and into the air, fading as they went further out until they eventually disappeared. They stilled. Now, the Dao Root was colorless and anchored to the soul world, fused into it.
Suddenly, everything turned more solid. More real. Jack felt like the entire world had gotten denser, containing more power in every molecule. The grass was greener.
The copy looked at him in astonishment, and even he was surprised. He hadnt expected such a change. However, he realized what hed done, and he smiled. He also realized he was exhausted.
How long was I in here?
Thats enough for today, Copy Jack, he told the copy. Thank you. See you soon.
The copy waved at him.
Jack opened his eyes to find himself still cross-legged in the real world. He had no idea how long it had been, but since nobody had disturbed him, probably less than the agreed-upon hour. Brock was nowhere to be seenprobably standing guard outside.
Whatever the case, Jack couldnt stop a wide grin from spreading on his face. He perused the screens waiting for him.
Congratulations! The Dao Root of Indomitable Will had been successfully fused with your Dao Seed.
Constitution +30
Will +30
Congratulations! Skill Iron Fiend Body (II) upgraded into Dao Skill, Indomitable Body (II).
Indomitable Body (II): You possess more than mere physicality. The Dao of the Fist reinforces your entire body, making it indomitable. You have significant durability, quick regenerative powers, and heightened control over your body, including its natural limiters. Additionally, your mind is fast enough to keep up.
Trial Planet was a gift that kept on giving Though, the Dao Soul came from earlier. This was his delayed reward for winning the Integration Tournament, and Jack could now understand why the Animal Kingdom would put such a huge bounty on his head. This thing was extremely precious. They probably hoped to recover it before he used it, but now
Now, the tiger had been given wings. Even just todays benefits were incredible. He wouldnt have such explosive gains all the time, but it was as the head judge had said. This Dao Soul would increase his cultivation speed by a lot.
He grinned. Trial Planet, here I come!
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Chapter 143: Consecutive Breakthroughs
The two fists clashed in a terrifying explosion. Both bore the Dao of the Fist. They were strong, unrelenting, indomitable. None backed down. Jacks knuckles ground against the copys, and all the amassed power erupted in a ring-shaped shockwave that blasted into the ground.
The grass disintegrated under their feet, leaving a blackened crater the size of a bathtub.
Jack turned and smashed a hook into the copy, which stepped into his guard and shot a straight right into his face. Jack took it head-on, flying backward, rolling midair, and skidding on his feet. He rubbed his lipa hint of blood was left on his fingers.
Heh. He chuckled. You can fight.The origin of this chapter's debut can be traced to N0v3l--B1n.
The copy smiled brightly. Of course it could fight. It was him.
Jack noticed that he couldnt use skills in here. What he just shot wasnt a Meteor Punch, just a punch infused with his Dao.
What he could use was the Dao, and its power was far greater than in the real world. Here, the Dao was part of everything. It existed in the air, the ground, the grass, the sky. He was simply utilizing the power that was freely available.
In the real world, trying to push his Dao outside his body felt like wedging it into something that was already full. The world was flooded with its own Dao, one that included everything, and imposing his will on that was hard. So hard, in fact, that Jack couldnt do it. His Dao could only affect his own body, or at best influence the world in tiny manners. Every skill he used came from his own body or the Systems assistance.
Even Brutalizing Aura, his newest skill, only interfered with the minds of other people, not the Dao or the world itself. That was the domain of D-Grade cultivators.
Here, however, Jacks Dao was one with the worlds. They were in his soul, after all.
He took another moment to consider the implications of this. The copy gave him time.
What did it mean that he couldnt use his skills? Why? Because the System cant reach me here, he realized. The soul is inviolable. Even the System cannot access it.
He tried to bring up his status screen as an experiment. Nothing happened. His theory was right. Was this a good or a bad thing? Jack didnt know, but the tribe chief had warned him not to trust the System. Did Jack trust that guy? Probably. Did he know what this meant? No. But a System-free space inside his soul couldnt be a bad thing, right? At worst, he just wouldnt use it.
He returned his gaze to the copy, standing across a blackened crater on the grass. A thought later, the crater disappeared, leaving the ground pristine. Jacks torn lip recovered instantly.
I cannot practice skills, Jack considered, but I can use the Dao and amplify its effects.
He tested that theory. The Dao of the Fist flooded his body and seeped out, forming a purple halo around him. He could sense the world changing. There was no tangible difference, but the fabric of reality was now under the influence of the Fist. It was like coloring the air purple. Everyone would be able to see it, but it wouldnt really change anything. There was no conduit.
Dao Skills were that conduit. And, though the System wasnt here How much did it help with those skills, really?
Jack clenched his fist, imagining a meteor around it. The Dao of the Fist rushed to it, cladding his fist in bright purple, and the world shuddered lightly around it, but nothing else happened. The sounds and colors werent drawn in, and the power that Jack had gathered felt like a pale imitation of the real thing.
Why? he considered. Is the System amplifying my power when I use skills?
But his Dao itself wasnt weakened. The power he poured into his fist was the same. It was just the effect that was severely lessened.
Its because I cant guide it, he realized, eyes shining. Thats where the System helps. It doesnt empower. It facilitates.
On closer inspection, he could sense the Dao straining under his control. The skill he was using wasnt less powerful than the outside worlds Meteor Punch, it was just much cruder. Power leaked out. It felt like a bunch of tiny people pulling in different directions instead of the disciplined army that the System helped him form.
Can I get better? Jack wondered. A crazy thought entered his mind. What happens if I perfect the skill by myself? What will the System do, then?
He focused on the fist. Maintaining the skill was draining, but he clamped on with indomitable will. He focused every scrap of his mind into it. In the sky, the metallic silver light that was the Dao Root of Indomitable Will shone brighter, but Jack couldnt see it.
Controlling his Dao manually was a pain in the ass. It rebelled constantly. The fist was more than just a weapon; it was a concept, a will to go forward. It contained hints of defiance. Every time Jack willed it into his fist, a part of the Dao refused to follow his orders.
He could force it if he pushed harder, but it took a lot of power, and it wasnt as effective. A rebellious army was far less useful than one which believed in your cause.
Could I convince it?
It felt a bit like his breakthrough into the E-Grade. The Dao was mindless, but it spoke in feelings and ideas. It told him why it refused to follow his orders. It was like a stubborn child. Jack could debate it, constantly adjusting his outlook to perfectly match the Daos. He explained why flowing into his fists and striking out was perfectly in line with the nature of the Dao of the Fist, why he deserved to wield it, why they were a perfect match.
And, worst of all, there was nothing Jack could do about it. The world around them was his soul, which was one with the Dao Seed of the Fist. The Dao surrounding them was that of the Fist. Even though Indomitable Will was compatible, and even though Jack felt he had a pretty good understanding of it, that Dao simply had far less of a pool to draw from.
Unless I can use the fist to defend, Jack thought. But the Dao of the Fist is offensive. Hmm
When they clashed again, Jack didnt use the Dao of Indomitable Will to defend. He used the Dao of the Fist, drawing it around him like a mantle.
It failed. He was thrown backward. The copy scoffed at him.
Ill show you when I get it, Jack thought, narrowing his eyes. Again!
They clashed. Jack tried different things. He made the Dao of the Fist into a shield, armor, or even a series of tiny fists that protected him. Every time, it failed.
Damn it! he thought, panting on the grass. The fist is attacking!
No matter how he used his understanding to rouse the Daos power, its nature by itself was offensive. He could convince it to fight with him, but he couldnt talk it into changing its nature. It had to be the Dao of Indomitable Will.
Oh!
But those two Daos were compatible. What if he convinced the power of the Dao of the Fist surrounding him to transform into the Dao of Indomitable Will? If one was part of the other, it should be possible.
He stood back up. He and the copy clashed another dozen times. Jack kept failing, but he sensed he was on to something here. The Dao resisted, but every time, he found new ways to counter it. When it claimed that the fist was meant to crush through anything, he showed how indomitability was a part of that. When it claimed the fist was power, he proved that indomitability was included. When it asked why indomitability was present in every aspect of the fist, he simply explained that indomitability was a part of the fist. The two Daos were interlinked, doubly nested.
He kept pushing. The Dao challenged every part of his understanding. It demanded that he fuse every aspect of the fist with indomitability. It was difficult, but his understanding of both was sharp enough. Eventually, he succeeded.
And the Dao complied. When he used the Dao of Indomitable Will to defend himself, it was powered by the same Dao of the Fist that fueled his Meteor Punch. Metallic, silver armor appeared on him. The copys punch exploded on it, and Jack had to take a step backbut he remained standing.
The entire soul space shook. Jack looked up. The silver star that was the Dao Root of Indomitable Will stirred. Its color washed out, no longer stopping at its boundaries, and spilled into the air. In return, the air flowed in. The Dao Root shone purple for a moment, then turned colorless, becoming one with the soul world. Root-like lines stretched out of the Dao Root and into the air, fading as they went further out until they eventually disappeared. They stilled. Now, the Dao Root was colorless and anchored to the soul world, fused into it.
Suddenly, everything turned more solid. More real. Jack felt like the entire world had gotten denser, containing more power in every molecule. The grass was greener.
The copy looked at him in astonishment, and even he was surprised. He hadnt expected such a change. However, he realized what hed done, and he smiled. He also realized he was exhausted.
How long was I in here?
Thats enough for today, Copy Jack, he told the copy. Thank you. See you soon.
The copy waved at him.
Jack opened his eyes to find himself still cross-legged in the real world. He had no idea how long it had been, but since nobody had disturbed him, probably less than the agreed-upon hour. Brock was nowhere to be seenprobably standing guard outside.
Whatever the case, Jack couldnt stop a wide grin from spreading on his face. He perused the screens waiting for him.
Congratulations! The Dao Root of Indomitable Will had been successfully fused with your Dao Seed.
Constitution +30
Will +30
Congratulations! Skill Iron Fiend Body (II) upgraded into Dao Skill, Indomitable Body (II).
Indomitable Body (II): You possess more than mere physicality. The Dao of the Fist reinforces your entire body, making it indomitable. You have significant durability, quick regenerative powers, and heightened control over your body, including its natural limiters. Additionally, your mind is fast enough to keep up.
Trial Planet was a gift that kept on giving Though, the Dao Soul came from earlier. This was his delayed reward for winning the Integration Tournament, and Jack could now understand why the Animal Kingdom would put such a huge bounty on his head. This thing was extremely precious. They probably hoped to recover it before he used it, but now
Now, the tiger had been given wings. Even just todays benefits were incredible. He wouldnt have such explosive gains all the time, but it was as the head judge had said. This Dao Soul would increase his cultivation speed by a lot.
He grinned. Trial Planet, here I come!
Chapter 143: Consecutive BreakthroughsThe two fists clashed in a terrifying explosion. Both bore the Dao of the Fist. They were strong, unrelenting, indomitable. None backed down. Jacks knuckles ground against the copys, and all the amassed power erupted in a ring-shaped shockwave that blasted into the ground.The grass disintegrated under their feet, leaving a blackened crater the size of a bathtub.Jack turned and smashed a hook into the copy, which stepped into his guard and shot a straight right into his face. Jack took it head-on, flying backward, rolling midair, and skidding on his feet. He rubbed his lipa hint of blood was left on his fingers.Heh. He chuckled. You can fight.The origin of this chapter's debut can be traced to N0v3l--B1n.The copy smiled brightly. Of course it could fight. It was him.Jack noticed that he couldnt use skills in here. What he just shot wasnt a Meteor Punch, just a punch infused with his Dao.What he could use was the Dao, and its power was far greater than in the real world. Here, the Dao was part of everything. It existed in the air, the ground, the grass, the sky. He was simply utilizing the power that was freely available.In the real world, trying to push his Dao outside his body felt like wedging it into something that was already full. The world was flooded with its own Dao, one that included everything, and imposing his will on that was hard. So hard, in fact, that Jack couldnt do it. His Dao could only affect his own body, or at best influence the world in tiny manners. Every skill he used came from his own body or the Systems assistance.Even Brutalizing Aura, his newest skill, only interfered with the minds of other people, not the Dao or the world itself. That was the domain of D-Grade cultivators.Here, however, Jacks Dao was one with the worlds. They were in his soul, after all.He took another moment to consider the implications of this. The copy gave him time.What did it mean that he couldnt use his skills? Why? Because the System cant reach me here, he realized. The soul is inviolable. Even the System cannot access it.He tried to bring up his status screen as an experiment. Nothing happened. His theory was right. Was this a good or a bad thing? Jack didnt know, but the tribe chief had warned him not to trust the System. Did Jack trust that guy? Probably. Did he know what this meant? No. But a System-free space inside his soul couldnt be a bad thing, right? At worst, he just wouldnt use it.He returned his gaze to the copy, standing across a blackened crater on the grass. A thought later, the crater disappeared, leaving the ground pristine. Jacks torn lip recovered instantly.I cannot practice skills, Jack considered, but I can use the Dao and amplify its effects. He tested that theory. The Dao of the Fist flooded his body and seeped out, forming a purple halo around him. He could sense the world changing. There was no tangible difference, but the fabric of reality was now under the influence of the Fist. It was like coloring the air purple. Everyone would be able to see it, but it wouldnt really change anything. There was no conduit.Dao Skills were that conduit. And, though the System wasnt here How much did it help with those skills, really?Jack clenched his fist, imagining a meteor around it. The Dao of the Fist rushed to it, cladding his fist in bright purple, and the world shuddered lightly around it, but nothing else happened. The sounds and colors werent drawn in, and the power that Jack had gathered felt like a pale imitation of the real thing.Why? he considered. Is the System amplifying my power when I use skills?But his Dao itself wasnt weakened. The power he poured into his fist was the same. It was just the effect that was severely lessened.Its because I cant guide it, he realized, eyes shining. Thats where the System helps. It doesnt empower. It facilitates.On closer inspection, he could sense the Dao straining under his control. The skill he was using wasnt less powerful than the outside worlds Meteor Punch, it was just much cruder. Power leaked out. It felt like a bunch of tiny people pulling in different directions instead of the disciplined army that the System helped him form.Can I get better? Jack wondered. A crazy thought entered his mind. What happens if I perfect the skill by myself? What will the System do, then?He focused on the fist. Maintaining the skill was draining, but he clamped on with indomitable will. He focused every scrap of his mind into it. In the sky, the metallic silver light that was the Dao Root of Indomitable Will shone brighter, but Jack couldnt see it.Controlling his Dao manually was a pain in the ass. It rebelled constantly. The fist was more than just a weapon; it was a concept, a will to go forward. It contained hints of defiance. Every time Jack willed it into his fist, a part of the Dao refused to follow his orders.He could force it if he pushed harder, but it took a lot of power, and it wasnt as effective. A rebellious army was far less useful than one which believed in your cause.Could I convince it?It felt a bit like his breakthrough into the E-Grade. The Dao was mindless, but it spoke in feelings and ideas. It told him why it refused to follow his orders. It was like a stubborn child. Jack could debate it, constantly adjusting his outlook to perfectly match the Daos. He explained why flowing into his fists and striking out was perfectly in line with the nature of the Dao of the Fist, why he deserved to wield it, why they were a perfect match.And, worst of all, there was nothing Jack could do about it. The world around them was his soul, which was one with the Dao Seed of the Fist. The Dao surrounding them was that of the Fist. Even though Indomitable Will was compatible, and even though Jack felt he had a pretty good understanding of it, that Dao simply had far less of a pool to draw from.Unless I can use the fist to defend, Jack thought. But the Dao of the Fist is offensive. HmmWhen they clashed again, Jack didnt use the Dao of Indomitable Will to defend. He used the Dao of the Fist, drawing it around him like a mantle.It failed. He was thrown backward. The copy scoffed at him.Ill show you when I get it, Jack thought, narrowing his eyes. Again!They clashed. Jack tried different things. He made the Dao of the Fist into a shield, armor, or even a series of tiny fists that protected him. Every time, it failed.Damn it! he thought, panting on the grass. The fist is attacking!No matter how he used his understanding to rouse the Daos power, its nature by itself was offensive. He could convince it to fight with him, but he couldnt talk it into changing its nature. It had to be the Dao of Indomitable Will.Oh!But those two Daos were compatible. What if he convinced the power of the Dao of the Fist surrounding him to transform into the Dao of Indomitable Will? If one was part of the other, it should be possible.He stood back up. He and the copy clashed another dozen times. Jack kept failing, but he sensed he was on to something here. The Dao resisted, but every time, he found new ways to counter it. When it claimed that the fist was meant to crush through anything, he showed how indomitability was a part of that. When it claimed the fist was power, he proved that indomitability was included. When it asked why indomitability was present in every aspect of the fist, he simply explained that indomitability was a part of the fist. The two Daos were interlinked, doubly nested.He kept pushing. The Dao challenged every part of his understanding. It demanded that he fuse every aspect of the fist with indomitability. It was difficult, but his understanding of both was sharp enough. Eventually, he succeeded.And the Dao complied. When he used the Dao of Indomitable Will to defend himself, it was powered by the same Dao of the Fist that fueled his Meteor Punch. Metallic, silver armor appeared on him. The copys punch exploded on it, and Jack had to take a step backbut he remained standing.The entire soul space shook. Jack looked up. The silver star that was the Dao Root of Indomitable Will stirred. Its color washed out, no longer stopping at its boundaries, and spilled into the air. In return, the air flowed in. The Dao Root shone purple for a moment, then turned colorless, becoming one with the soul world. Root-like lines stretched out of the Dao Root and into the air, fading as they went further out until they eventually disappeared. They stilled. Now, the Dao Root was colorless and anchored to the soul world, fused into it.Suddenly, everything turned more solid. More real. Jack felt like the entire world had gotten denser, containing more power in every molecule. The grass was greener.The copy looked at him in astonishment, and even he was surprised. He hadnt expected such a change. However, he realized what hed done, and he smiled. He also realized he was exhausted.How long was I in here?Thats enough for today, Copy Jack, he told the copy. Thank you. See you soon.The copy waved at him.Jack opened his eyes to find himself still cross-legged in the real world. He had no idea how long it had been, but since nobody had disturbed him, probably less than the agreed-upon hour. Brock was nowhere to be seenprobably standing guard outside.Whatever the case, Jack couldnt stop a wide grin from spreading on his face. He perused the screens waiting for him.Congratulations! The Dao Root of Indomitable Will had been successfully fused with your Dao Seed.Constitution +30Will +30Congratulations! Skill Iron Fiend Body II upgraded into Dao Skill, Indomitable Body II.Indomitable Body II: You possess more than mere physicality. The Dao of the Fist reinforces your entire body, making it indomitable. You have significant durability, quick regenerative powers, and heightened control over your body, including its natural limiters. Additionally, your mind is fast enough to keep up.Trial Planet was a gift that kept on giving Though, the Dao Soul came from earlier. This was his delayed reward for winning the Integration Tournament, and Jack could now understand why the Animal Kingdom would put such a huge bounty on his head. This thing was extremely precious. They probably hoped to recover it before he used it, but nowNow, the tiger had been given wings. Even just todays benefits were incredible. He wouldnt have such explosive gains all the time, but it was as the head judge had said. This Dao Soul would increase his cultivation speed by a lot.He grinned. Trial Planet, here I come!
