Every time he had to control his Internal Qi to the exact same weight, without a single fraction of error, and to make matters even more difficult, he had to start stimulating the second acupuncture point just when the first one had barely been activated and before its power had completely dissipated.
No one could know the sacrifice Li Changlin was making, because in fact, this was also his first time employing such a technique.
Hundreds of times he tapped, each with precisely the same force, such control caused Li Changlin immense mental strain, and fine beads of sweat quickly formed on his forehead.
Yet no one in the room dared to utter a sound.
Even though nobody understood what effect Li Changlin's actions could have, upon seeing the sweat on his head, everyone knew that the effort and energy he was exerting was surely beyond ordinary people's comprehension and imagination.
Finally, when the last movement was completed, Li Changlin let out a long, empty sigh of relief.
