"The essence of strengthening is to use soul pressure to strengthen the muscle strength of the body, and the reverse is to extract the vitality and strength of the body in exchange for pure soul pressure."
"It seems feasible at first glance, but one thing should be noted. The human body is extremely weak compared to the soul pressure. Even for the strong, their soul pressure is much higher than the basis of the body."
"This is easy to understand. Soul pressure is the source of all extraordinary things, while the body is innate."
"If we use a numerical metaphor, the soul pressure may be 100, or it may be 10,000, but the soul pressure transformed by the physical body may only be 1."
"Are you going to lose a huge amount of physical energy, get seriously ill, or even permanently shorten your lifespan for such a small fraction? The price-performance ratio is really too low, as if you have to make the combustion process happen in reverse."
Maybe this sentence is correct for ordinary people, but what about Wei Curcuma?
His soul pressure has long been integrated with his body, and they are indistinguishable from each other!
Thinking of this, he naturally tried it that night.
The use of enhancement is extremely simple. The difficulty lies in the upper limit of the soul pressure that the body can bear, and the efficiency of converting soul pressure into enhancement.
Wei Curcuma doesn't have this problem, so he wants to try reversal strengthening.
The soul pressure contained in the body is extremely difficult to separate, but this is indeed happening. Wisps of pure invisible things are filling Wei Curcuma's body, causing waves in his originally empty sea of consciousness.
It was a little bit of soul pressure, extremely pure, extracted from the body.
Before Wei Curcuma had time to think of what to do with them, he was slightly distracted, and those invisible soul pressures disappeared in an instant and returned to his body.
"..."
Wei Curcuma looked at his hands and was speechless. It seemed that the conversion rate problems encountered by others would also be encountered when he used them in reverse.
But his greatest strength was his perseverance and ability to accept, and he soon started trying again.
After countless failures and losing soul pressure, in the end... that little bit of pure soul pressure was extracted from his body again.
The moment this little bit of soul pressure appeared, Wei Curcuma instinctively recalled the method he was most familiar with.
What method is he most familiar with? Naturally, it was Qing Jiang who killed him countless times every day, and the subtle fluctuations in his spells.
A black knife was vaguely constructed in Wei Curcuma's hand. The edge was extremely unstable, and it seemed that it would collapse instantly with just the slightest collision.
In fact, it was the same. Wei Curcuma was gasping for breath and constructed it with great difficulty. The moment his fingers touched it, it turned into black fly ash, leaving only Wei Curcuma, who was sweating profusely, lying on the ground helplessly, mouthing open. respite.
Countless times, countless times, countless simulations.
This small knife was constructed, and was finally held in Wei Curcuma's hand without collapsing.
He made a slight stroke, and the remaining soul pressure that was finally extracted from his body flowed out like a flood from the blade, turning into pure but extremely fine soul pressure and released, leaving no trace behind.
Wei Curcuma didn't care about the nausea caused by the sudden loss of soul pressure from his body, nor the severe pain in his head. He just looked at the deep mark in front of him in great shock.
On the ground, a very thin crack appeared. I don't know how deep it was, like a sharp cut.
Wei Curcuma decided to use it as a trump card that could make Qingjiang "unexpected" and use it to win the slightest chance.
...
Wei Zuoshu's memories ended here. He told Qingjiang all about his journey of discovering this method, but he did not notice that the other party's expression became more and more surprised and speechless.
"Reversal enhancement, let's not mention it for now...after all, your physique and current situation are somewhat special."
"But, you said you were imitating my method?"
Qing Jiang covered his forehead with his hands. Shock, speechlessness, and surprise each took up part of it, and finally turned into a series of ellipses, or even a dash.
——…………
Qingjiang stretched out his index finger, wanting to say something, but he didn't know where to start, so he could only sigh.
"I...."
"My method is not to construct a dagger!"
Qingjiang stretched out his hand, and a dagger came out of thin air, but it quickly collapsed and dissipated.
He stretched out his hand to grab a piece of apple, and the cyan soul pressure between his fingers quickly formed a small fruit fork.
He stretched out his hand again, and a small Kroger pistol was constructed and fell into his hand.
"My method is called [Mr. Key], and its function is to "construct the little things I need most at that moment."
"It was the piece of black cloth when you threw sulfuric acid on it, and it was also the ceramic armor explosion-proof shield that resisted the explosion. It was also the piece of small tank outer armor that blocked your knife in the palm of your hand."
"That piece of gel bomb that sticks to you and explodes is it. If I want to pick a lock, then it will construct a set of lock picking tools."
"What limits the effectiveness of [Mr. Key] is my subconscious experience and the amount of soul pressure currently invested."
At this moment, Wei Zeshu finally understood why Qing Jiang's expression was so shocked and speechless.
He feels that the method he imitates is completely different from his real method.
We can't say that the wind, cows and horses are not related, I can only say that apart from the fact that they are both structures, they have nothing to do with the hair...
The real law turns out to be so magical and unreasonable, it is almost like the incarnation of rules.
"I...not?...I...ah?"
This time it was Wei Curcuma's turn to sit on the hospital bed, stretching out his fingers and wanting to speak but then stopped.
"Then what is this thing of mine?"
"You ask me, I still want to ask you..."
In the ward, two people, one big and one small, stared at each other.
"You know the problem now, right?"
"You don't understand my method, but through reverse reinforcement and refining your own soul pressure, you don't know how you did it, and you imitated it."
"You imitated what you thought was my law, but in fact my law is not this."
"Moreover, the thing you imitated is not only usable, but also very effective. It obviously belongs to the category of law."
"This is equivalent to you creating a [law] out of thin air that should not exist."
"Is this something that can be done?"
Qingjiang fell into confusion and deeply felt that his knowledge reserve was somewhat insufficient.
"I'll ask the principal..."
Wei Curcuma decided to give up thinking.
"Which principal are you asking about?"
"Principal Zhenjun."
Qing Jiang was speechless and choked again.
Do you know what the concept of contemporary wind is? Why would you send a text message to Jinfeng just for this matter?
The quarterly summary report of the executive department of our administrative city cannot be sent directly to Feng, and it would be overwhelming to send it to the two chief executives.
When Qingjiang wanted to complain, Wei Curcuma's PHS phone suddenly rang, and it was a reply from Zhenjun.
"Ah, the principal sent a message back and said he would come over later."
"He also asked us if we wanted to eat any fruit, and he brought some over."
"....??"
