Several seconds later, the Gang Qi swallowed up the surrounding toxins, slowly flowing into Lin Hai's limbs and bones. With the supplement of the strength transformed from the devoured toxins, the Gang Qi began to enter a counterattack state again, repairing the originally damaged locations.

Lin Hai remained trapped in an unconscious coma.

Inside his body, the Gang Qi was slowly regaining lost ground by instinct.

This was a silent battle for Lin Hai's life and death, quietly ignited within him.

A person who aspired to walk the path of a true expert not only needed to meet the standard in mere physical strength but must also continuously face tests in mind, resolve, personality, and even luck.

Only after enduring countless tribulations and remaining unyielding in the face of wind and rain can one be considered a real expert.

Many have fallen on this path, their ends bitter with grievances.

With each bite, the Gang Qi absorbed and assimilated the toxins, making them a part of itself.

During this process, the amount of Gang Qi within Lin Hai's body continued to grow.

Gradually, the toxins in his lower body, except for the sensitive Dabang area, were all cleared.

As the Gang Qi repaired the Dabang, it subconsciously seemed to perceive this to be a place its master cared about greatly.

Consequently, almost instinctively, the repairing effect of the Gang Qi further enhanced the functions of the Dabang.

By now, all the toxins in Lin Hai's lower body had been cleared in a short period, and his own Gang Qi was invigorated.

After regaining its territory, the Gang Qi seemed unsatisfied and continued to push forward.

Little by little, it cleared the toxins around the heart and instinctively realized how fragile and crucial the heart was. The Gang Qi carefully seeped into the heart, clearing out the toxins one by one and repairing it.

Before long, Lin Hai's heart radiated a fresh vitality, beating more powerfully than before.

Thump, thump, thump—

If one were to be close to Lin Hai at this moment, they would be astonished to find that the rhythm of his heart was incredibly steady.

Originally stiff, his body started to soften as the heart persistently pumped pressure and blood, revitalizing his blood flow and infusing Lin Hai with greater vitality again.

After devouring those special toxins in the heart, the Gang Qi grew stronger.

This time, much like its master's personality, it enjoyed overwhelming and brute force after gaining absolute strength.

The Gang Qi split into five streams, flowing into Lin Hai's five viscera and six bowels, launching a frenzied offensive against the previously imposing RX toxin, relentlessly reaping as it went, sparing no toxins encountered, swallowing them whole.

The RX toxin was vast and would crazily replicate once unoppressed, much like an armory, where every toxin was both an attacking soldier and a source for generating soldiers.

However, as the Gang Qi continued its devouring, the toxins were drastically swept away.

Soon, except for his head, Lin Hai's body's skin color returned to normal, turning into a bronze complexion.

With the normal function of the five viscera and six bowels, the heart seemed less strained, beating even more vigorously. The metabolism and blood flow gave Lin Hai's body a brand new state.

Subsequently, the Gang Qi started to attack the last strategic point—Lin Hai's brain.

The toxins there were the least but also the strongest.

However, after devouring nearly ninety-nine percent of the toxins in his body, the Gang Qi of Lin Hai, in terms of quantity, had already reached a very powerful level.

In the brain, the Gang Qi and the RX toxin engaged in a fierce fight.

Lin Hai's Gang Qi was constantly suppressed by the toxin, but was quickly replenished by subsequent Gang Qi that continued the attack, feverishly devouring.

After an indeterminate amount of time, the toxins in the brain were almost completely consumed, leaving only a tiny bit weakly resisting, ultimately showing no mercy as the Gang Qi engulfed it.

The Gang Qi began to repair Lin Hai's brain anew.

Time trickled by, bit by bit.

A gentle breeze brushed Lin Hai's face.

His fingers twitched slightly and his eyelids trembled continuously. Suddenly, Lin Hai opened his mouth wide, his throat made a sound as if something was stuck, gurgling, and after spurting out a mouthful of dirty blood, he abruptly sat up.

"Damn, am I dead?"

"I've killed who knows how many people; I'm definitely going to Hell. Is this Hell?"

"Where's Little Scorpion? I should go find Little Scorpion, to accompany her."

Lin Hai mumbled to himself, foolishly, as if he wasn't quite clear-headed after just reviving.

"That's not right, isn't this my room?"

Lin Hai rubbed his eyes hard, took another look around, and indeed recognized it as his own room, sitting on the floor.

He pinched the flesh on his thigh hard, hissing, a breath of cold air.

"It hurts, not dead."

The gloom in his heart swept away, Lin Hai was astonished to find that he was in an unimaginable state of wellbeing, as if he had an endless supply of strength, and his Gang Qi flowed more smoothly than ever, his body's meridians felt like they were vast and interconnected.

A very subtle thought abruptly struck into Lin Hai's brain.

At this moment, Lin Hai's breathing quickened, he had an intuition that if he succeeded, he would enter a wondrous state next, a state that was an essential path on the way to becoming a Supreme Strong.

If he succeeded, he would step into the realm of the Supreme; if he failed, he would have to try again.

It was a feeling so marvelous it was indescribable.

Yet Lin Hai could clearly feel its profundity.

His techniques, each one contained a certain artistic conception, and now in this state, the artistic conception elevated constantly.

A person, no matter what they do, can only do it better by putting their heart into it. This is true for martial arts, for study, and even for a writer whose every word written with devotion resonates with vibrancy and artistic concept, an ability innate to everyone, except some constantly delve into and apply it in practice.

"What is life?"

"What is death?"

"What is artistic conception?"

"What is realization?"

"What is... Supreme?"

Lin Hai closed his eyes tightly, his mind repeatedly pondering such philosophical questions.

He had a premonition that understanding these queries would lead him to become Supreme.

Life and death, Lin Hai had just experienced.

Artistic conception? He had felt the invigorating battles, tasted the sorrow of parting from life and death, endured the hate of slander and betrayal, enjoyed the joy of living alongside a beautiful woman, and the indelible brotherhood, as well as bold and unfettered sentiments. All these were artistic conceptions that could be applied everywhere.

What is the Supreme?

The last puzzle in his heart, once solved, would lead to being Supreme.

"What is the Supreme?"

Lin Hai suddenly opened his eyes.

"Supreme is a state where, if I wish for it, even the heavens cannot lack it, and if I wish it gone, even the heavens cannot afford it. It is a momentum, where I believe I am Supreme, that I have no equal, then I am the Supreme."

At that moment, the shackles binding him crumbled into dust.

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