Late at night, a figure could be seen under a huge amount of gushing water that would shatter the bone of a normal person. Raze sat there, eyes shut, fingers interlocked as he forced himself to concentrate. The pressure that he felt at the moment was crazy, his bones screamed at him, but his mind refused to let up.
It had been four days now, through fire and water, he had been here. His qi had shot through the roof, dividing into yin and yang within his body.
But he was chasing one level first, and that was the QI Condensation level, the first level to reach if he was going to use the sword technique. He could already feel himself close to it, and he was certain tonight he would finally cross that level.
And he did. There was a click in his body, very audible, and what followed was some black liquid forcing itself through the pores of his body. These were the impurities that existed inside his body. It kept rushing out for a few minutes until finally it stopped.
