Alisa knew Victor wouldn’t bother dealing with them for no reason. If he did, then there was definitely a purpose.

"Gather all clan members at the Clan residence. I need their help," Victor said briefly before leaving immediately.

He didn’t intend to use a formation—he would use people to strike his fists.

Victor left the academy right away and headed to the Clan residence.

He waited in the living room, sitting casually, but his fists had already begun training.

Alisa and the members of the Russell Clan didn’t make him wait long.

They arrived with more than ten people, all looking confused.

"Victor, what kind of help do you need?" Alisa asked.

"My training requires others to continuously attack my fists," Victor replied.

"That’s why I need you to do it. Attack without holding back, but focus your attacks so they don’t scatter."

"Seriously?" Alisa and the others were clearly shocked.

"Are you sure?" Alisa asked again.

"Just do it. Don’t worry—I won’t hold a grudge," Victor said indifferently before smiling. "Besides, you’re all my family."

Hearing that, several members of the Russell Clan exchanged glances.

"What are you waiting for? Do you want me to hit you first?" Victor’s tone turned cold when no one moved.

He could tell they hesitated out of fear he might resent them, not because they refused.

"Alisa, you start!" Victor ordered.

"Alright!" Alisa nodded.

Shua!

She attacked with her sword, slashing toward Victor’s fist.

The blade was extremely sharp, and Victor didn’t try to defend at all.

The skin on his fist split open instantly, blood and lightning bursting out.

It hurt—of course it did—enough to make his brows furrow.

But he remained calm.

Alisa glanced at the others, signaling them to follow.

Finally, a young man stepped forward with a spear.

He thrust it, and it pierced into Victor’s palm, but it couldn’t go through.

It only penetrated the flesh, failing to break the bone.

Instead of pulling back, the young man pushed harder.

It still didn’t succeed, but the pain was intense as it pressed against the bone.

Victor frowned slightly at him.

Xiu! Xiu!

Another person with wind power created ten small, razor-sharp wind blades, slashing his fist simultaneously.

They only left ten small cuts, but each one stung more than Alisa’s sword strike.

Victor had no time to observe who attacked.

One strike after another landed on his fist.

His skin turned red from the pain, and anger inevitably began to rise.

But this was a good thing.

The anger within his fist churned, as if it wanted to grow stronger.

With five Will Powers in the Sage Realm, Victor easily restrained himself, preventing that anger from interfering with what he needed to do.

Without those five Will Powers, this kind of training would likely fail.

The anger would eventually take over and drive him into a frenzy.

Once the training stopped, everything could collapse, forcing him to start over.

Even using a formation wouldn’t make it easier, because enduring this level of pain required sheer will.

Victor began to smile despite the pain.

Some attacks sent pain spreading throughout his entire body, yet his smile only grew wider.

Lady Jade Sovereign must have suggested this believing he wouldn’t endure it—that his training would repeat endlessly until he became frustrated.

Unfortunately, that wouldn’t happen.

Without him activating it, the aura of anger from his fist began to radiate on its own, shaking the surrounding space.

The Russell Clan members couldn’t help but feel fear, but Victor kept urging them to continue.

This wouldn’t be finished in a day or two, but it would succeed.

Victor could feel it.

It was simply about enduring the process—a process only a few could withstand.

"What are you all doing?" the Bald Elder arrived in the morning.

He was shocked to see the entire clan attacking Victor, who sat there unmoving.

Since everyone had gathered, he came out of curiosity—never expecting this scene.

"Don’t stop!" Victor shouted when he saw them hesitate.

His command carried weight, and they resumed immediately.

The Bald Elder was stunned when he realized this was Victor’s own order.

"Young Master, why are you asking them to attack you?" he asked, confused.

He approached Victor, his face paling at the sight of the countless wounds on Victor’s fist. They healed and reopened again and again under the relentless attacks, while Victor didn’t resist at all.

But what frightened him more were the internal injuries that couldn’t be seen.

If this continued, it could leave permanent damage—something not easily healed even as Victor’s cultivation improved.

"This is training to develop my technique. Why don’t you help them recover their stamina and energy?" Victor replied.

"Training?" The Bald Elder was shocked again.

"Lady Jade Sovereign suggested this method to speed up the results..." Victor explained the details.

Seeing the elder’s confusion, Victor wanted his opinion.

"What do you think? Have you ever heard of this? She’s not deceiving me, right?" Victor asked.

"I’m not sure..." the Bald Elder shook his head. "If it were just combining physical techniques with elements, it wouldn’t be this complicated. But my understanding is limited to Saint Class techniques. I have no experience creating or fully mastering Heaven Class techniques. Since what you’re developing is a physical technique infused with emotion aimed at the Heaven Class, perhaps this is necessary for better results. All Heaven Class techniques go through complex processes—especially those involving emotion. I believe Lady Jade Sovereign wouldn’t deceive you. She values fairness. Even against enemies, she doesn’t resort to deceit."

"I see... If you think so, then help them keep attacking me," Victor said.

"Yes..." The Bald Elder had no choice but to comply.

He believed this method was correct, trusting someone like Lady Jade Sovereign wouldn’t deceive a young cultivator.

As an old cultivator, he at least mastered a basic recovery technique that could help restore others.

Most people lacked talent in this area, so younger cultivators rarely learned it. Only older ones developed it through time.

With their strength restored, the younger members unleashed even more attacks on Victor’s fist.

Victor was still disturbed by the pain, but the anger in his heart became more controlled over time.

That was thanks to his will and rationality.

Meanwhile, his fist felt like a separate entity—one that held its own emotion: anger.

The more it was attacked, the more uncontrollable that anger became.

But no matter how furious it grew, Victor still decided whether it could retaliate.

When it realized Victor gave it only one path—to evolve—he noticed the anger in his fist began trying to absorb lightning.

However, emotion absorbing an element was not easy.

It needed to find its own path.

Victor slowly closed his eyes.

It wasn’t just his fist that needed to find that path—he did too.

In this case, enlightenment would help greatly.

Victor had to admit, his mother’s torment had been extremely useful. The ability to focus amid pain was something most people didn’t possess.

As he fully focused and lost track of time, everything passed faster than he expected.

He and his fist began to reach the enlightenment they sought.

The anger within the fist grasped the essence of lightning, allowing it to imitate its form.

As thunder rumbled from that anger, lightning and emotion began to merge.

Rumble!

ROAR!

Thunder and a roar echoed from his fist, filled with arrogance.

When Victor opened his eyes, a shockwave burst forth from his fist.

BANG! BANG!

Alisa and the others—except the Bald Elder—were sent flying, crashing violently into the walls.

They were powerless before that shockwave.

At that moment, Victor’s fist began to show red and gold lines, resembling veins—but not quite.

They didn’t heal his wounds, but the pressure from his fist reached a level that erased the air and began to crack space itself.

Not only Alisa and the others—even the Bald Elder was stunned by what he saw.

Just by looking at it, the Bald Elder couldn’t help but admit that it was an extremely impressive fist.

However, Victor frowned.

This technique, Fist of Wrath, had indeed advanced greatly, stepping into a higher level.

Even so, it had not reached the Heaven Class, though it could no longer be considered a Saint Class technique.

Its fusion was still incomplete.

That was what Victor saw, yet at the same time, he felt that it had already reached the peak of its development.

Why was it like this?

"What’s wrong, Young Master?" the Bald Elder asked, sensing that something wasn’t right.

"My technique hasn’t reached the Heaven Class," Victor replied.

"Hasn’t..." The Bald Elder was stunned. He had thought it had already reached the Heaven Class, considering how astonishing that fist was.

After that, he gave a bitter smile.

"Young Master, it is extremely difficult to truly bring a technique to the Heaven Class—especially in the Sage Realm. Far more people fail than succeed. Ninety percent of the top geniuses who take this path ultimately fail, forcing them to change their cultivation foundation in the Sage Realm, adopt a Sky Class technique, and then advance to the Sovereign Realm with a Saint Class technique. However, you’ve only just entered this realm, and you’ve already reached this point. There is still time for you to develop it further."