Pang Feng felt an abundance of spiritual power within his body, and the speed at which he could cast spells using this spiritual power was several times faster than when he was at the first level of Qi Cultivation, which lifted his spirits immensely.
"Speaking of spiritual power alone, the actual increase isn't much, so why does it feel completely different?" Pang Feng wondered silently to himself.
He no longer focused on his spiritual power but spread his arms out wide, making a chest-expanding gesture. "Crack crack pop pop," his upper body, including the joints, made a snapping sound like the popping of fried beans, as if the surging power within him was about to burst forth.
Subconsciously, he threw a punch forward, only to hear a loud "boom!" He punched a thousand-year-old ginkgo tree in front of him, making a "rustle rustle" sound.
