The next day.
A small clearing within the territory.
There was a small waterfall, with clear spring water flowing down from a small cliff, eventually gathering into a small pool.
However, the murmuring stream was now rippling due to the vibrations of the ground and air.
"Bang, bang"
A series of rapid and heavy sounds broke the tranquility of the early morning.
Beside the pool, Quan Yi and Quan Li were engaged in their training.
The figures of the two intertwined, their fists flashing with afterimages as they collided.
The ripples in the water were caused by the shockwaves from their collisions.
The dark red 'Gang' (Force) condensed in Quan Yi's hands collided with Quan Li's dark black 'Gang', producing a tremendous sound each time.
"So hard."
Each time they collided, Quan Yi's fist felt like it was hitting a block of iron, causing some pain in his knuckles.
The momentum and power are sufficient, but you lack some techniques to overcome strength with weakness.
This is related to your lack of sparring with stronger opponents."
Quan Li, while withstanding Quan Yi's fierce attacks, leisurely commented on Quan Yi's performance.
The sharp-eyed Quan Li immediately noticed Quan Yi's shortcomings in his fist techniques: he had more than enough power, but not enough flexibility.
"However, it's no wonder, Xiao Yi's strength is already unmatched among his peers. Even Soul Masters a level higher than him may not be able to bring him pressure," Quan Li thought to himself.
The improvement of fist techniques requires not only a solid foundation but also a lot of practical combat, and it must be with strong opponents.
Only in this way can fist techniques evolve under pressure.
But given Quan Yi's circumstances, finding an evenly matched opponent is not an easy task.
Each of Quan Yi's punches had the power of a Soul Saint.
Even he, without summoning his Spirit, dared not relax.
After ending half an hour of fist technique sparring, Quan Li suddenly stopped.
"Alright, we still have other tests to do. Let's end today's fist technique practice here."
Quan Yi had an important test today.
That was to determine his own limits.
Previously, at Huo Wu's house, he had been subjected to Huo Wuxie's Soul Power pressure, but at that time, the Soul Power pressure of a Soul Saint level did not force out Quan Yi's limit.
Before absorbing the Soul Ring, understanding one's own limits would help Quan Yi choose a suitable age.
For this reason, Quan Yi had deliberately released his control over the Soul Power Crystal this morning, to face this test in his most complete state.
"Are you ready?" Quan Li asked.
"I'm ready, Grandpa," Quan Yi's eyes flashed with a sharp light.
Quan Li began to release his Soul Power pressure.
"Then let's start from level thirty."
Instantly, a powerful aura erupted from Quan Li's body.
Quan Yi's entire body was oppressed by a wave of energy.
However, under Quan Yi's abnormal physique, level thirty had no effect, and Quan Yi didn't even circulate his Soul Power.
"Level forty."
Quan Li instantly raised his level to the same level as Quan Yi's Soul Power level.
But Quan Yi still didn't have any reaction.
A strange color flashed in Quan Li's eyes. Then, he increased the Soul Power pressure level once again.
"Level fifty."
Instantly raised to level fifty, Quan Yi's body finally began to feel a strong sense of oppression.
A year ago, Quan Yi was at the level of fifty when he was forced to circulate his Soul Power by Huo Wuxie.
But in a year's time, his body strength had greatly improved.
The weights he usually trained with weighed as much as two thousand kilograms, and it could be said that his physical fitness had doubled compared to a year ago.
"Level fifty-seven."
At this point, Quan Yi began to circulate his own Soul Power.
After the Soul Power was circulated, the squeezing force suddenly eased a lot.
"Level seventy."
Under the powerful pressure, all of Quan Yi's consciousness merged into one, and his mental power was highly concentrated.
Under the control of his powerful mental power, his Soul Power circulated rapidly along his meridians to resist the external pressure.
"Level seventy-five."
From level seventy onwards, each level increase was a heavy burden.
The circulation speed of his Soul Power was already approaching its limit, and Quan Yi could feel that his Spirit was about to move, and the external pressure was forcing the Spirit to manifest.
Quan Yi's body was also trembling under the enormous pressure.
"Level seventy-seven."
Finally, at a level close to the Soul Douluo realm.
The Spirit within his body could not withstand the pressure and erupted from his body.
As the Spirit and Soul Rings manifested, a scorching aura erupted from Quan Yi's entire body.
It once forced Quan Li's Soul Power pressure out of his body, allowing Quan Yi to catch his breath for a moment.
After summoning his Spirit, the Spirit would amplify all of the Soul Master's attributes. At the same time, the Soul Ring would also bring an increase in attributes to the Soul Master.
The combination of the two gave Quan Yi the strength to persevere.
"Is this Xiao Yi's Spirit?"
Quan Li was also seeing Quan Yi's Spirit for the first time.
The pure and powerful fire attribute aura was more distinct than any fire attribute Soul Master he had ever seen.
Moreover, the gauntlets faintly exuded a heavy dark gold aura, which caused a look of surprise to flash across Quan Li's face.
Although the dark gold aura was covered by the fiery aura, the keen Quan Li still noticed the anomaly.
It reminded Quan Li of the number one weapon Spirit in the world, the Clear Sky Hammer, which was also known as the ultimate power among weapon Spirits.
"The powerful aura is not weaker than the Clear Sky Hammer at all. As expected of a mutated Spirit under innate full Soul Power."
Quan Li actually had a misunderstanding, that was, Quan Yi's gauntlets underwent transformation during the process of absorbing the Soul Ring.
In the process of absorbing the Soul Ring, it was actually the Spirit that absorbed more of the Soul Ring's attributes.
Under the amplification of both power and fire attributes, Quan Yi's Spirit evolved.
"Eight, level eighty."
At this moment, Quan Li could no longer hide the shock in his heart.
The Soul Power pressure of level eighty actually couldn't overwhelm a level forty who hadn't absorbed a Soul Ring yet.
"Do you want to continue? With your current situation, absorbing a Soul Ring below fifty thousand years is not a problem at all."
"No, Grandpa, I want to know exactly where my current limit is." Quan Yi's eyes were firm. Having persisted to this point, Quan Yi wanted to thoroughly test his limits.
"Alright, you must be mentally prepared. Starting from level eighty, the pressure of each level will be vastly different."
"I'm ready." Quan Yi's voice was a little trembling, but it was unusually firm.
"Level eighty-one."
A burst of intense pressure caused Quan Yi's knees to bend slightly.
Although it was only an increase of one level, it felt like a small mountain was pressing down on him. But fortunately, Quan Yi held on with his perseverance.
"Level eighty-two."
The sense of oppression that had been forced out of his body once again plunged Quan Yi into pain.
His meridians were also on the verge of their limit under the Soul Power circulating rapidly inside and the external pressure.
He was now like a balloon being squeezed hard by a pair of large hands, and his back and knees were also slowly bending.
