Zhao Luo felt overwhelmed by the difficulty of entering both planes at the same time.
"Even the bullet fist wasn't this hard."
He complained while remembering his four days of training.
Back then Zhao Luo could only feel the physical pain but now, whenever he failed to enter the calming or explosive fist plane on either one of his fists, it would affect his mind.
"But I won't give up!"
Zhao Luo said to himself.
No matter how depressingly difficult it got, he would still keep on trying.
Zhao Luo looked at his apparitions and realized that they were faring way better than him.
"I see. So the failure doesn't affect them at all."
Zhao Luo mumbled while watching his apparitions with a growing smile on his sweaty face.
His apparitions were like puppets once the task was given to them.
They would see the task to the end, no matter how many times they had to try for it.
