Strength, power, power. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Focusing his attention to the highest degree, the sandbag weighing twenty-five kilograms gradually floated under the traction of his telekinesis. A feeling of exhaustion that seemed to come from the depths of his soul suddenly filled Peter's mind, and the spiritual power in his mind was also constantly tumbling and being devoured at a fairly fast speed, transforming into a part of the Force.

Peter exhaled a little, trying to calm his mental fluctuations, and as it gradually became quieter, the speed of mental power consumption suddenly became much smaller. He gritted his teeth and reached out to another sandbag on the floor, reciting it as well.

As his spiritual power poured out crazily, the sandbag suddenly moved, and Peter's heart suddenly rejoiced, and the output of spiritual power in his mind also increased a lot, making the sandbag suddenly rise a little, floating to a height of about half a meter above the ground.

However, his mood swings caused a slight change in the 'channels' of his mental output, causing the first sandbag he controlled to shake suddenly, and this small disturbance was enough to collapse Peter's carefully constructed but extremely fragile mental network. Although Peter, who was already prepared, cut off his spiritual power output at the first time, but in just that moment, his remaining spiritual power still poured out about one-third, making his face pale for a while.

And this overflowing energy naturally does not just disappear out of thin air. Those uncontrolled psychic forces were suddenly transformed into unstable forms, and the connection to the Force Ocean that Peter still maintained at the moment allowed them to successfully transform into a force that could affect the real world. A gust of wind swept in from above Peter, sending him two steps back, and the second sandbag he had been holding before made a muffled noise, causing a hole to explode in it.

Looking at the sand that kept flowing out of the mouth, Peter smiled bitterly. I have to pay another fine. However, what made him even more frustrating was that after such a long time, his Force still did not grow in the slightest. Now he has hit a bottleneck hard, and he doesn't know how to break through it now.

Strength, power, power...

The progress in martial arts is quite obvious, after all, he is a novice, and he can see a fairly obvious increase after almost every training, while his superpowers have become extremely slow after the initial leaps and bounds.

However, it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, and it is inevitable that Peter will enter the bottleneck at this time, and the only thing that limits the development of his strength is nothing more than two points: quality and quantity.

In terms of quantity, Peter was undoubtedly in a rather awkward state. The use of the Force requires the use of mental power or life force within himself, and the use of the latter is naturally something Peter wants to avoid. Spiritual power exists in everyone's body, but the vast majority of people can't control or use it.

If the total amount of a person's spiritual power is 10, then the vast majority of ordinary people in this world can only use 1 at most, and those who are gifted may be able to reach 3~4 without special training. And the total amount of Peter's mental power now is actually only 12~13 points.

Peter's own mental power training methods would allow him to use the mental power in his mind more effectively, but it would be of little use to its growth, and most of the progress he had made in this area had been gradually developed through the use of the Force over time.

On the qualitative side, Peter needed a deeper understanding of the Force. Only then will he be able to use less consumption to achieve a more powerful effect. However, it took the Jedi and the Sith tens of thousands of years to fully decipher it, and no mentor taught Peter that the use of the Force was only based on the most basic instincts.

In a sense, no more understanding is needed, and the Dark Force, which can be used using only emotions and will, may be more suitable for Peter.

And now Peter has no doubt thought of that

Although that power has a serious impact on one's personality and mood, it can undoubtedly bring enough strength to oneself. Although he could count the number of times he had fully entered that state on one hand, he couldn't forget the feeling of being empowered all over his body. If he can put that power to good use, whether it's Luke. Neither Cage nor Matt can be their opponents!

So, why not give it a try? This very tempting thought arose in Peter's mind. There is no such thing as a power of justice or evil, and its good or evil depends entirely on the person who uses it.

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The next morning, Harry was woken up by his cell phone at the bedside. He rubbed his wistful eyes, only to find that the time indicated by the alarm clock on his bedside hadn't even reached half past five. When he picked up his phone, the caller ID on it was Peter's name.

"Damn... I'm going to chop this bastard. After scolding, he pressed the connect button.

"Hey, Harry, are you awake?"

"Hey, Pig Brain, I've answered the call, do you think I'm awake?" After picking up the phone, Harry unceremoniously spewed out his dissatisfaction. Although his wake-up gas is not serious, it is estimated that few people will like to be woken up from their dreams. However, he soon sensed that something was wrong with his friend. "Your voice sounds terrible, what's going on?"

"No, no, I feel great." Peter's voice was hoarse, but his bloodshot eyes were filled with excitement. He was about to share the joy in his heart, but he quickly remembered the original intention of making this call, and suddenly changed his tone in the next moment. "Wait a minute, no, I'm feeling a little headache, please help me get a sick leave."

"Hey, hey, hey, if you lie, give some sincerity... Anyway, this is the fourth time you've called in sick this month. Harry, who had just gotten out of bed, sighed. Mr. Temo, that demon won't spare you easily, and he's been he's been accumulating a lot of dissatisfaction with you lately. ”

"Don't worry, just tell the teacher that I'll bring a doctor's certificate tomorrow. Anyway, according to the school rules, he couldn't say anything. ”

"Well, well, you always have your own way. While I've always wondered how you managed to get those doctor's certificates, at least it sounds like you're in pretty good spirits... Never mind. ”

"Trade secrets." Peter had a smug smile on his face. As soon as a mental suggestion continues, the doctor who treats him will not hesitate to do this kind of thing that he does hundreds of times a week. However, the $18 consultation fee Peter still had to pay obediently. "If you need it, I can get it for you."

"Well, that's not necessary, even if I don't go to school for a year, I'm afraid no one will come to trouble me. But let's be honest, what the hell are you doing, bastard? It sounds like you haven't slept all night. How? Played games all night? Or—" Harry's eyes suddenly became a little obscene, and his tone was a little grim. "You damn guy betrayed the Virgin Alliance!?"

"Hey, hey, the first thing you weren't a virgin was you, the guy who changed girlfriends seven times in a year! The condoms in your wallet, the winner of your life, have to be changed once a week! Peter rolled his eyes, and the spit out expertly came out. Just help me take a leave of absence, what do you care so much for? ”

"Whatever you want, Lao Tzu doesn't care. I'm going to get some sleep and see you tomorrow. By the way, anyone who casually disturbs someone else's sleep will be punished by God. ”

"Okay, see you tomorrow." Selectively ignoring Harry's last words, Peter pressed the phone and slipped it back into his bag. He exhaled deeply and let go of his clenched left fist.

In the next moment, the garbage can, which weighed at least three or four hundred kilograms, had been suspended in the air during the conversation between Peter and Harry, as if it had lost momentum, suddenly slammed into the ground.

Although under Peter's control, it did not fall very quickly. However, when it landed, it still accidentally rubbed against the car parked on the side of the road, triggering its alarm. An unpleasant screeching sound suddenly came from inside the car.

"Cut—" Peter snapped his fingers with his right hand a little upset.