Martial Gods possessed keen senses and could pick up on subtle emotional fluctuations.
The moment Fan Lang saw Chen Gang, he felt a sharp, oppressive edge bearing down on him. It was no illusion. He instinctively responded, and his aura erupted.
Chen Gang stepped forward and introduced himself. "Let's get acquainted. My name is Chen Gang, and I am a marshal of the Taijin God Kingdom."
"I've long heard of your great name," Fan Lang replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.
"I've heard quite a few things about you as well."
"You flatter me, Marshal. Those were only minor skirmishes."
"Everyone climbs step by step. At your age, achieving what you have is already exceptional. Back then, I was no better than you."
"I would not dare compare myself to you, Marshal."
"I would like to exchange a few moves with you. When you broke through to the Eternal Realm earlier, I watched for quite some time and became very interested in your strength. How about it? Would you be interested in sparring with me? Consider it a test of your strength after your breakthrough. Don't worry, I won't bully a junior like you. When we spar, I'll seal my cultivation and strength at the Lower God Eternal Realm level and won't use any special abilities of the Middle God level or higher." Chen Gang made his proposal.
Sparring was merely a nicer way of putting it. Even the gentlest spar carried its own risks.
Fan Lang had encountered challenges like this many times already and had long since grown accustomed to them.
"I wouldn't dare call it a spar. If the Marshal is willing to offer me some guidance, I could only ask for more." Fan Lang spoke modestly, but there was not the slightest hint in his tone that