Facing this familiar look, I expressed my hope to Alexander that he would not disappoint these people in the future.

"Grandpa Wixon, since I have touched the threshold, can you tell me the next exercise method?" I asked with expectation. I held it in for ten days. I held it in for ten days, and my curiosity was gone.

It's almost killing me.

"Don't worry, just train for one more day and wait until you have consolidated your boxing spirit in this world."

I:"……"

Although Grandpa Wixon is not a very good teacher at guiding others and letting others explore and learn, this does not prevent him from finding another way and becoming a qualified devil instructor.

I clashed and exercised again and again. Although my heart was bleeding, I didn't dare to relax at all.

My talent is not higher than others. My only strength is that my recovery ability is much stronger than others. If others exercise for one hour, I can exercise for three hours, that's all.

On the twelfth day of the devil's training, I was already scarred both physically and mentally, but I was basically able to make the world exert a punch without relying on self-hypnosis, and initially gather the world's attack power.

There is no way, self-hypnosis is just a catalyst. Sooner or later, I have to get rid of my dependence on it. I can't hypnotize myself every time I attack in the future battles. I am not an idiot.

"Grandpa Wixon, you should be able to teach me now." He stood up miserably from the pit. The mighty and domineering full-body knight armor on his body seemed to have become crooked and embarrassed... To be continued)
Chapter completed!