Lin Shen practiced more and more smoothly; the finger force he released became increasingly concentrated, and the resistance less and less noticeable. It was difficult to sense the existence of that spatial finger power.
The subtlety of the Thousand Men's Pointer gained the spatial capability and rigidity of the Twenty-Eight Finger Force. When Lin Shen pointed his finger, it was as if an invisible, hair-thin steel needle flew out, making it nearly impossible for others to perceive.
"Good, good, good, this finger force is truly exceptional. If I keep compressing the finger force further, the vibrations it causes will become smaller and smaller, and the resistance will decrease, allowing it to move faster. At the same time, its destructive power will increase significantly," Lin Shen thought with great excitement. If he continued practicing like this, the Ximen Swordsman would find it much harder to utilize his force.
