Kyle looked for a good spot without any buildings nearby. After all, he was going to cause quite a lot of destruction.
A couple of minutes later, an older woman appeared in front of him via teleportation.
Just the fact that she could teleport meant that she was in the Wisdom Fire Realm.
This was probably one of the top people of the Farmountain Guild.
The next moment, she summoned a cube of metal that had dimensions of two meters.
"Is that enough?" she asked.
"That's perfect," Kyle said. "Just put it there."
The woman nodded and put the cube onto the ground.
Naturally, such a heavy and dense cube of metal couldn't be transported by the Head, which was why he had called one of the higher-ups.
"I hope for you that you didn't promise something you can't keep," she said.
"No worries," Kyle said with a smile. "Thank you, senior."
The next moment, she simply teleported away without saying anything.
Since the planet was basically just a big organic ball, there were barely any buildings or people. Only the members of the Farmountain Guild lived here, and at most, there were 10,000 members.
This made the planet quite empty.
As Kyle looked at the fleshy and pulsating wasteland, he took a deep breath of nothing since there was no atmosphere.
'Alright,' Kyle thought as he readied himself. 'This time, I'm actually trying to unlock the Clusters one at a time.'
He cracked his knuckles for a moment.
And then…
BANG!
He kicked the cube with all of his power.
Kyle's leg broke immediately, but it recovered just as quickly.
BANG!
Then, he kicked the cube again, and the same thing happened.
After just a couple of seconds of kicking, his Biological Energy was running low.
'Luckily, this is a flesh planet,' he thought as he opened his mouth.
The next moment, Biological Energy came out of the planet and entered his mouth.
This was exactly the reason why some organizations liked using these kinds of fleshy planets.
Usually, one couldn't just siphon Energy out of another living being since they had a will. At least, they needed to put something biological in their mouth.
Yet, this biological planet was kept in a state of dormancy.
It was still alive, but one could say it was in a coma.
In this state of dormancy, its will was extremely weakened, and even weaker beings could siphon Biological Energy out of it without issues. This essentially gave the organization infinite Biological Energy since the planet still recovered Energy subconsciously.
Well, as long as nobody absorbed all the Biological Energy at once.
Biological Planets were the best training spot for Laws related to one's body.
Kyle kept absorbing more and more Biological Energy as his strikes became more frantic and brutal.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The cube shook again and again, and Kyle's strikes created tremendous vibrations.
After a while, several people came over to look at him.
Some of them had been Core Disciples.
When the Inner and Outer Disciples saw Kyle hitting the cube with his unending rage, they felt uncomfortable.
This guy was obviously quite upset.
Did someone anger him?
Did someone kill someone in his family?
"H-Hey," one of the Inner Disciples transmitted. "Everything alright?"
"Fuck off!" Kyle transmitted aggressively. "I'm training! Don't interrupt me, or I will kick you next!"
Kyle was usually quite chill, but when someone interrupted him during his training, he was not as chill.
Several more transmissions from other people arrived. They just wanted to help Kyle since he seemed quite angry, but everyone got an aggressive comment from him.
Naturally, this annoyed the Disciples, and they just left.
If he didn't want their help, fine! He could be angry for all he wanted!
Meanwhile, the Core Disciples knew what was happening. Or, at least, they thought they knew.
The way Meteor Hammer trained seemed desperate.
It seemed like he was in a panic, trying to live up to his arrogant words from earlier.
Usually, people trained with a tranquil mind. They methodically went through their workout to achieve maximum efficiency.
Sure, sometimes, somebody got heated during training, but that was just for short bursts.
Yet, Kyle seemed like he was constantly trying to fight for his life, even though he was just hitting a cube.
The brutality and conviction with which he struck the cube was not normal at all.
After watching Kyle strike the cube for several minutes, most of the Disciples left.
They had their own training to attend to.
Most of the Disciples used purpose-built machines to train their different Clusters, while some of them sparred with each other to comprehend certain Fragments of the Body.
Almost all of them regularly took some kind of liquid or pills, which were designed to help with unlocking Clusters.
Their training was methodical, efficient, and had a clear goal.
It was refined to perfection.
Meanwhile, Kyle just kicked the cube.
A day later, some of the Disciples came back to look at Kyle.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
He was still kicking the cube with unending aggression.
His intensity hadn't dropped a single bit.
This surprised the Disciples quite a bit.
Sure, Kyle's body recovered quickly, and he wasn't running out of Biological Energy, but he was still human.
Aggression wasn't endless.
Focus wasn't endless.
After releasing one's aggression for a while, one would find it quite hard to continue being aggressive. At least, for the short term.
On top of that, one couldn't have infinite focus. A human needed some variety.
This wasn't an issue when comprehending Laws since comprehending Laws was often seen as relaxing. Additionally, Laws had different things to look at.
However, right now, Kyle was just mindlessly hitting a cube.
There was not a lot of variety in that activity.
Sure, hitting a cube for a day was nothing special for the Disciples. They could deal with monotony.
The impressive part was that Kyle was this intense about it, and that his intensity hadn't dropped a little bit.
Usually, people took breaks since they noticed that their mind and body were no longer fully focused on their current training. After taking a break or training something else for a bit, their intensity would return.
Naturally, the Disciples couldn't watch forever, and they returned to their training.
Meanwhile, Kyle just kept kicking the cube.
Every single kick was launched like he was in a desperate battle.
His eyes were opened widely in aggression.
He looked like someone who was in the process of fighting someone who had done unspeakable things to his loved ones.
There was a kind of intense and deep hatred in him.
A year passed.
By now, the Disciples couldn't believe their eyes whenever they glanced at him.
How was he still going at it with such ferocity?!
Had he left the cube's side even a single time?
Wasn't he mentally tired?!
Five years passed.
Kyle's intensity hadn't dropped a bit.
By now, more and more Disciples looked at him.
Many of them had dropped their training for now to look at Kyle.
Watching him was… it was hard to describe.
They just wanted to watch for a bit.
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