Lately, Lin Ming had been practicing Bone Dissolving with the back of his blade. He had used half of the ninety-five taels of gold he'd recently recovered to buy medicinal herbs, so he finally had a stable supply. Now, his punch could leave a seven-inch-deep crater in ironwood, the hole deep enough to swallow half his forearm. This was a force of no less than fifteen hundred pounds.
However, he still hadn't reached the Realm of Refining Power Like Silk described in the Chaos Gang Fighting Scripture. Refining Power Like Silk referred to the complete control of one's power. One who achieved Great Success in the Chaos Gang Fighting Scripture's Refining Power could strike a piece of ironwood, leaving the surface pristine while turning the interior into pulp. Lin Ming had yet to even touch the threshold of this Realm.
