It was like he who had been sprinting at full pace had stopped in front of an insurmountable brick wall. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how hard he wanted to, he just couldn't find a way to surmount and break through it.
Fang Yang knew exactly what this was.
It was a limit, a bottleneck but that's what frustrated Fang Yang all the more.
This was not the bad hand he had been dealt with by the heavens like all his previous bottlenecks, nor was it related to his piss-poor root bone quality.
This could only boil down to his own inability to comprehend the technique.