Chapter 881: Pure Yang Mountain
The rat paused for a moment, glanced up at him, then rolled its bright eyes mischievously and stretched out its small claws. Max could practically feel its intent.
"Greedy rat," he muttered with a helpless laugh, before taking out two additional beast cores of the fifth level of Legend Rank and tossing them over. Only then did the little rat nod in satisfaction and sit by the entrance of the cave like a tiny guardian, still nibbling happily on its payment.
Max smiled faintly, reassured, then sat cross-legged once again. With a flip of his palm, a dark blue book appeared in his hand, its surface faintly glowing with mysterious energy. This was the technique he had obtained from Jake—the One Step Mile.
He placed the book gently in front of him, his eyes filled with determination. "Time to master this."
After his intense battle with the woman named Nell from the Void Soul Tower, Max’s determination solidified like steel. He had realized during their clash how terrifying a true speed expert could be, and how dangerous it was to be on the slower end of such a fight. That day, he made up his mind—he would master the movement technique he had obtained from Jake, the One Step Mile, no matter how long it took.
Max believed that once he perfected this technique, combined with his own speed-enhancing abilities, his movement speed would easily reach the peak of Legend Rank, perhaps even surpass it in certain bursts. The thought alone filled him with a fiery excitement and urgency.
With that resolve, Max entered his Dimension of Time, where time flowed many times faster than the outside world. Inside, he immersed himself completely in training, focusing solely on comprehending every subtle detail of the One Step Mile—its unique footwork, its energy circulation, and the strange balance it required between explosive power and delicate control.
Days inside passed like water through a broken jar, and soon ten days had gone by—ten days inside the Dimension of Time, equivalent to several centuries of outside effort.
In the real world, it had been one and a half months since Max had stepped into the secret domain.
At this moment, Max stood inside the Dimension of Time, surrounded by shimmering mana lights that circled him like ribbons of rainbow silk. His steps blurred with afterimages as he tested the perfected footwork, his movements appearing like flowing water and at times like flashes of lightning.