Pengliu Island.
Bai Pu stood bare-chested, muscles knotted, smeared with ointment, gripping a long black weapon overgrown with thorns.
An imitation of the Holy Thorns.
Small spikes pierced into Bai Pu's palm, and threads of fresh blood flowed out.
Bai Pu steeled his resolve, swinging the Holy Thorns in a half-circle behind his back.
Smack, a blood mark appeared.
Amidst the intense pain, Bai Pu's mind was a blank.
In this state, Bai Pu's proficiency in combat skills and Specialty would increase rapidly!
Of course, this was at the risk of his life, with the double bleeding from the cruel admonition, even with Scaly Skin on, Bai Pu dared not exceed one minute.
He seized the time and executed combat skills one after another.
After one minute, Bai Pu panted heavily and put away the Holy Thorns.
He applied a layer of Emergency First Aid Ointment to himself, then sat cross-legged and entered a state of Meditation—
Training Combat Specialization.
