Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Neither the round-faced centurion, Centurion Chen, Captain Xu, nor Pang Tai could believe this fact.
Among the billions of Martial Artists under heaven, any who achieved fifth-tier Martial Grandmaster were unquestionably people of exceptional talent.
Yet talent alone was not enough. Without a powerful will, vast resources, and tireless cultivation day and night, breaking through the chasm from the fourth tier to the fifth was almost impossible.
Since ancient times, countless Martial Artists had been stuck before this barrier, unable to advance further until their qi and blood withered away.
The round-faced centurion and Centurion Chen were both fourth-tier Martial Artists themselves. Neither was particularly old, and they were still far from the point where their qi and blood would decline. In theory, they still had a chance to advance to the fifth tier.
But both knew very well that unless they encountered a once-in-a-millennium stroke of fortune—such as falling off a cliff and stumbling upon a ten-thousand-year Vermilion Fruit—they had absolutely no possibility of breaking through to the fifth tier.
And now, a youth of merely sixteen stood before them, radiating the oppressive aura of a fifth-tier Martial Grandmaster. The shock he brought them was beyond imagining.
"What—what trick are you using to deceive the eye!"
Captain Xu's face had turned beet red. Filled with intense unwillingness and terror, he forced the words out through clenched teeth.
Even now, he still clung to a sliver of wishful thinking. Perhaps Wang Chen had merely used some trick, or a Dao Talisman or the like, to disguise himself as possessing the aura of a fifth-tier Martial Grandmaster!
This young Captain who had traveled a thousand li to steal credit absolutely refused to believe that Wang Chen was such a genius.
If Wang Chen truly was a fifth-tier Martial