"Three years. I'd been stuck at level 49 for three years. I knew that most fighters would never be able to take this step in their lives. I couldn't comprehend the heart of a Martial Saint, nor could I continue the Martial God Inheritance." A trace of loneliness flashed through the maiden's eyes. As the martial arts school owner's daughter, she was also the martial arts hall's foremost disciple.
But she had already done everything she could. Talent was like an enormous chasm. Even as she watched junior brothers and sisters younger than her gradually catch up, she could not take another step forward. This training trip to the snowy mountains had yielded nothing for her, allowing Arian to catch up to her.
Perhaps Arian would reach level 50 before her and comprehend the Martial God Inheritance.
The Martial God was a legendary figure on this continent, someone who had honed fighting to its peak. Legend said that he could shatter falling meteors with nothing but his legs. Martial Saints, meanwhile, were people who truly existed in the present era. Only fighters who had surpassed level 90 could be called Martial Saints.
At the next Martial Arts Tournament, if the martial arts hall still could not achieve decent results, they would be forced to close.
People grew old. Her grandfather had founded the martial arts school, but he was already advanced in years. Her father had been unable to reach the pinnacle of martial arts, barely breaking through level 60. Responsibility and inheritance weighed heavily on her.
"Is there anywhere special on the continent where someone can more quickly comprehend the heart of a Martial Saint?"
"Martial God Valley, perhaps. But to enter Martial God Valley, you must first achieve outstanding results in a fighting tournament. I entered once during