I Hijacked The Timeline

Scarlet Research Institute.

In Training Room 1.

Sweat flowed down Feng Qi’s forehead, and his fair skin turned rosy from the high-intensity training.

“Yes, yes, Grandmaster, don’t worry. I’ll study hard and cooperate with the Scarlet Research Institute to complete this cultivation technique test experiment.”

After a series of “sincere” assurances, he hung up Bai Fusheng’s call.

After putting down his phone, he returned to the wooden stake and stood still, continuing to practice punching.

After confirming whether he could control the mental medium to move freely in his other self’s mental sea and fuse with his innate ability, Feng Qi had already thought of his next plan.

First, he meditated every day to strengthen his mental connection with his other self.

Next, he cultivated Fist Force.

If he could master Fist Force at the sacrifice timeline, this ability could also increase his other self’s strength.

The punches landed one after another, and sweat kept flowing, drenching the ground.

The cultivation of Force was divided into several traits according to the information.

Finding Force that matched his combat style was the first step in cultivating it.

Even the same weapon had different Force traits.

For example, the Sword Force that Lu Yue cultivated could also be divided into three traits. They were Sharp Sword Force, Blunt Sword Force, and Split Sword Force.

They corresponded to three traits: attack, defense, and balance.

Lu Yue had chosen the Sharp Sword Force. Once he activated his stance, sharp sword auras crisscrossed.

It was similar for the other Forces.

The first step of cultivation required precise positioning.

Feng Qi did not hesitate in this choice.

His fighting style was not suitable for defensive counterattacks or balanced battles. Only an indomitable and domineering attack was his style.

After making his choice, he needed to comprehend his fist intent.

The reason why he kept punching and training was to nurture his fist intent in his heart.

Every time he punched, he had to have an indomitable aura.

Only in this way could he nurture that domineering Fist Force.

After personally experiencing the cultivation of Force, he understood why Lu Yue’s Jian Lan had never attacked humans.

The reason was simple: Lu Yue cultivated the Sharp Sword Force.

Every time he swung his sword, he would make a killing move. It was during this process that he nurtured an unstoppable sword intent.

If he launched an attack, his Sword Force would dictate that he could not easily withdraw his sword.

It was the same for the Fist Force he was cultivating now.

Every time he punched, his heart had to be as firm as a rock. Even if there was a mountain in front of him, he had to wave it forward without any hesitation.

After all, with the thought of retracting in his mind, this punch was no longer indomitable.

If he hesitated, he would fail.

It was just like how martial artists had to cultivate some evil aura in their hearts. The initial stage of the cultivation of fist intent was to constantly punch to condense the aura of one’s punch.

This Force would continue to solidify as it grew and even form a Fist Force aura around him.

As he punched continuously, Feng Qi imagined himself transforming into the Blood Source form. His mental state also changed during training.

Until his hands were badly mangled, he stopped training.

Panting heavily, he waved his hand to wipe away the sweat that had fallen from his forehead to the corners of his eyes and walked towards the healing chamber.

An hour later, after completing his recuperation, he changed into a martial arts attire and sat in front of the jade statue. He began to deepen his mental connection through meditation.

He lost track of time during training.

When he opened his eyes again, there was a trace of fatigue in them.

However, this fatigue did not come from the physical body, but from the mental level.

He stood up and went to the special wooden stake again.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and began to adjust his state of mind.

A moment later, he threw a punch at the wooden stake and started his Fist Force training again.

The martial arts attire that was drenched in sweat displayed Feng Qi’s hard work and struggle.

Even if it was a sacrifice timeline, he wanted to shine for himself.

Day after day, two months passed in the blink of an eye.

Every day, other than eating and sleeping, Feng Qi devoted himself to training.

On this day, Feng Qi was training his Fist Force as usual.

When he swung his right fist at the special wooden stake after accumulating power, he suddenly felt as if power was hatching in his body and finally breaking out of the cocoon.

This punch was thrown smoothly as if there was no air resistance as it smashed towards the wooden stake.

Before his fist could come into contact with the wooden stake, a layer of faint red light appeared on the surface of his fist. Right on the heels of that, it left his fist and transformed into a red fist shadow that smashed towards the special wooden stake.

Pow!

After a crisp sound, a clear fist mark was left on the wooden stake.

Looking at the fist mark, Feng Qi grinned.

He knew he had succeeded.

The cultivation of Fist Force matched his mental state. As his mental state had experienced many indomitable battles, he could understand what kind of mentality this was.

However, he did not expect that he had only used two months to nurture a portion of the domineering Fist Force.

He closed his eyes at this moment.

He could not sense the fist intent through his mental consciousness, but he could vaguely feel a dancing flame burning in his chest.

This flame was the fist intent he had cultivated, and it was also the mark of his battle will.

At this moment, he opened his eyes. A ferocious glint appeared in his eyes as he punched the wooden stake with his right fist again.

There was no need to think about it deliberately. As he punched, his mental state automatically matched. The surface of the red stream of air gathered on the fist, and it was as natural as Lu Yue’s sword energy. After it left the fist, it smashed into the wooden stake..