The anomaly continued, "I believe it's because Big Joe is a peak stage level 2 introductory phase combatant, and on a typical night his place is guarded by his strongest and most loyal subordinates, yet you're just an initial-stage level 2 combatant. Against such odds, I don't see any chances of you winning."
The original owner wanted Big Joe dead, but he didn't want it to come at the expense of the last line of defense he had left for Ann.
Ann was still a child, after all.
There had to be someone she could depend on until she had truly bloomed and realized her potential, becoming a spiritual combatant.
The anomaly was bound to the will of the original owner who have passed away. It couldn't defy it.
As it seemed highly like that Sal would die under theee circumstance, it couldn't tell him where Big Joe lived.
"I see."
Sal didn't need three heads to understand what was going on. Relying on the great deal of wisdom he had accumulated in his long life was enough.
Sal could be thoughtful when he needed to be. He realized in a flash what was needed to be done.
'If a mishap happens and I die, Ann will have no one to depend on. In this cruel world, how will she survive then? These are the worries of the original owner that restrict the actions of the anomaly. As long as I prove that these worried are unfound, it would be freed from this silly restriction and gain the right to answer my question.'
Coming to the right conclusion, Sal clicked his tongue in exasperation, feeling annoyed at the original owner.
"Even though you're dead, you are still making things difficult for me. Wasn't it enough that you pulled the strings, leading me to possess your body?'
If he could find the original owner, he would definitely beat him. Unfortunately, the dead couldn't be brought bwck to life.
Actually, It was not unheard of, but it was extremely rare, rarer that seeing a mortal catching a falling phoniex's feather. Not to mention, the person brought back to life might not be the same.
Heavens couldn't be easily fooled, and defying the wsy of nature came with its own fsir share of trials and tribulations. Sal's bad luck in the past few months could be attributed to that.
"Check this out," Sal said to the anomaly, who focused its entire attention on him
Feeling its gaze on him, Sal leaped from the roof of the dilapidated shack, plunging into the desolate backstreet, which lay abandoned and silent.
The moment his feet touched the ground, he struck out with what seemed like minimal effort.
Bam!
An overwhelming surge of power coursed through his veins and exploded outward, sending ripples through the air.
"Unbelievable!" the anomaly exclaimed in awe and disbelief.
If it could express shock, its entire form would appear to quiver like a block of gelatin struck by a sudden breeze.
The effortless punch by Sal harbored a colossal force of a thousand pounds. Such might was enough to instantly shatter necks and fracture spines. It was an astonishing feat.
What was even more astonishing was that it was simply impossible for a Level 4 introductory phase combatant with no special traits to boast about themselves to display single-arm strength of a thousand pounds, even if they exerted themselves to the extreme and farted from their lower acupuncture. Yet, Sal, who had just reached the 2nd level, had managed to do just that.
He was expressing signs of ascendinu to the unrivalled stage of the introductory phase.
If he continued growing at this overwhelming rate, by the time he reached level 9 of the introductory phase, no other introductory phase combatant would be his match!
He might even surpass spiritualists in terms of raw strength and potentially overwhelm them despite the clear advantage they held over introductory phase combatants.
"Your effortless punch contains the force of a thousand pounds. That's something even a Level 6 introductory phase combatant would struggle to produce. Yet you are only at level 2. How did you do it?" the anomaly asked, its voice thick with curiosity.
The anomaly wasn't farting from its mouth. It was speaking from experience, which came from the 16 years of memories of the original owner that it could review at any time.
Average Level 6 combatants truly were no match for Sal as Sal's one-arm strength surpassed theirs.
However, the anomaly just couldn't understand how he achieved that. After all, it wasn't privy to the secrets of Sal's cultivation manual, the Ancestral Breathing Method, which led to it wondering.
Was it temporary, a one-time thing, a mere fluke, or permanent?
"It's pretty simple, actually. Levels doesn't mean everything in the introductory phase.
"It's the quality of one's spiritual energy within one's spirit vessel that matters more than one's spiritual energy capacity.
"My spiritual energy is exceptionally pure, completely devoid of any impurities.
"It's significantly more potent than even the 99% purity most cultivators strive for.
"This high degree of purity results in a profound synchronization effect with the spirit vessel, amplifying my physical capabilities.
"As a result, despite being at only the initial stage of Level 2, I can exert a force with my punches that rivals or exceeds what others might achieve at much higher levels," Sal explained to the anomaly, hoping that it would be enough to loosen the restriction on its speech.
"No wonder," the anomaly murmured.
The progression of an average individual cultivating a manual that purified spiritual energy only up to 30-60% from the first to the ninth stage resulted in the accumulation of low-quality spiritual energy within their spirit vessels.
Because the spiritual energy in their vessel was too impure, the quantity merely elevated their strength to that of someone with far less but entirely pure spiritual energy in their vessel.
That's why Sal could easily rival level 6 combatants. The anomaly finally understand.
"He chose you for a reason, alright," the anomaly added.
Sal pondered the anomaly's words carefully, not missing the crucial hint in its words.
From their earlier talk, he already knew that the original owner was the main reason why he ended up possessing a poor pauper with a sister to provide for.
Now hearing what the anomaly had just said, he realized that he wasn't the original owner's only choice.
The original owner had more options to choose from, but he chose him to possess his body.
Such choices don't come easily. They required a price.
'The original owner participated in a special ritual as he was dying.
'The ritual most likely required a special offering, and the original owner offered himself. As a result, he died, and I possess his body.
'The way to perform this ritual and the intricacies surrounding it might be the great secret the anomaly is talking about.
'Even if that isn't the case, once I resolve the resentment, I would know what exactly the original owner did to make my wandering soul possess his body, which is valuable information,' Sal came to these conclusions after a moment of deep thought.
Then he turned his attention back to the anomaly, asking,
"Having heard my explanation, have the forces restricting your speech vanished?"