The special wooden stake produced by the domain field had reached the C-grade hardness index.
However, under the bombardment of the fist shadows, wood shavings flew everywhere, leaving a clear fist mark.
Feng Qi clenched his fists excitedly.
His Fist Force had finally reached the elementary level.
Although it was still far from Lu Yue's, which could be easily activated, it was still a significant improvement from 0 to 1.
At this moment, he pulled away from the wooden stake.
Feeling the fist intent flames burning in his chest, he punched the wooden stake one after another.
Immediately, several shadows of fists flew out from his fists and struck the special wooden stake. In the blink of an eye, the wooden stake broke inch by inch from top to bottom.
After experiencing the power of Fist Force, Feng Qi became even more interested in cultivating it.