Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Hardcore Training

Quinn was now in the training room, performing his regular routine... working his body to the absolute limit. He didn’t care what happened to his flesh as he unleashed combination after combination of endless blows

As of now, his best combination was a sequence of Blink, Ghost Fade, and his concentrated Purple Fiery Fire

Just the sheer burst of power it released was so devastating that the training dummies blew up like popcorn! As the body of the dummies couldn’t take the load of his punches.

Its combined force could definitely kill any being below Tier 4. This combination was his absolute best, a reliable trump card for any possible shit that might go down in his next battle.

As for the Space Cut... it was not something he could just show to the world. That skill came from Blink, the slave back then. He didn’t want to make himself a target just because he wanted to flaunt his abilities; in this Crucible, it was do or die!

Bloating your pride just because you won a match and killed something greater would make you the ultimate laughingstock for the beings above.

No matter what kind of excuses he made up, those bastards above wouldn’t even blink.

Instead, countless attempts at mind control would probably come looking for him!

So, using it publicly was a big NO. It was best to serve the finest meal only when the situation absolutely called for it...and he already thinking that situation, as it will definitely play its role.

Pow!!.. pow!!.. pow!!

As for his wives... he was really happy that Lyra hadn’t missed her daily training either. She was totally dedicated to doing her best to keep up.

In fact, she was even more fierce now that she was stronger compared to Alice and Lilith! The stat boost she had received was so enormous that any regular being would call it ridiculous.

Lyra would literally become a monster in her own right as she gained more experience. In the near future, he would let them all have their own fair share of brutality. He wasn’t going to cage them like birds and just feed them; they had already promised that whether things turned bitter or sweet, they would face them together.

So yeah... Quinn wouldn’t hold them back, even if they had to kill someone. Killing in this world showed your grit and your will to live, and it only made them stronger...and his handful MILF’S was already battle hardened elite that wouldn’t blink if they killed someone... Lilith is the living testament of that.

Also...one of the things Quinn had discovered after their soul connection was established was that Lyra’s core and his own core had formed a very interesting bond. It looked as if a special thread of energy was flowing and connecting them, slowly orbiting his core. The scenery inside his mind was truly mind-blowing.

He didn’t know what other hidden features the soul bonding possessed, but he was expecting great things from it! The three initial effects described by the system were already enough to make a man cough up his organs from the sheer power of their buff effects.

Still, he didn’t hold high hopes of unlocking those hidden features until he reached the Elite tier... or maybe the Master tier, time would tell...so it’s not a matter that he need to focused on.

Boomm... boomm... boomm...

A countless barrage of punches was released, and the dummy in front of him ate them all!

One of the amazing things he discovered was that the walls and floors could actually hold up against his blows. More or less, the force of the punches he delivered was absorbed and stored into an unknown space to adapt to the strength of the being using the room, while any destroyed dummies would completely heal. In some way, their splintered parts would reattach themselves to form a completely new body, they were truly magical dummies... perfect for training for a battle freak like him.

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"Hoh... my punches are really holding their own..." he mumbled, looking down at his broken hands.

He didn’t even flinch, even though his hands looked like mashed potatoes. Blood splattered at every possible angle, creating a very grueling scene...as only a bloody bones remained in his both hands but Quinn didn’t care about that.

He simply watched his hands heal at a visible rate; from the deep tissues to the muscles, everything reformed until the skin was fully intact once more.

Clutch... clutch...

"Hehe... not bad. The troll’s passive is really amazing." The amusement on his face was visible, as if the intense pain from earlier didn’t bother him at all.

As of now, Quinn wanted to maximize his pain tolerance to the absolute limit. Having a passive that regenerates would simply become useless if he was repeatedly pummeled until he dropped dead, just like what had happened to the troll.

So his decision was simple: take the hits, even if he felt like he was losing his sanity, as long as he could adapt and kill his opponent!

A single win in a skirmish wouldn’t matter if he lost the overall war...that’s why he is betting his balls to the limit to maximized the limited time he got.

The chances of fighting a Tier 4 opponent, a Master tier being might come knocking on his door soon.

He was sure those fuckers would eventually send the elites among elites. If so, their stats would probably be around 800 to 1000 points for every attribute!

That was why he had already expected to receive a beating earlier.

The bouts would simply become endless since the potential enemies he was going to face were much stronger and more experienced... well, he could only hope that they were nothing but empty husks as those targets are easy to pummel.

Well...Quinn was grinding to get more stats, as he never stopped pounding the three but still..its better to be prepared.