If he had been a Martial God, doing this would have been perfectly normal, but Mr. Mel had clearly never been to Martial God Valley.
It was actually easy to understand. Mel's level was too high, and his base stats were too high. Other than his state of mind, he had nothing else to rely on in his cultivation.
Though he was not a fighter pursuing the ultimate martial path, he constantly sought ways to grow stronger. He needed to become so powerful that nothing in the world could threaten him before he could slow down and stop moving forward.
Kiriri was drawn over by the commotion, and the others in the martial arts school also made their way toward the courtyard where Mel was training.
The old man with a pipe in his mouth straightened his back, which had already begun to stoop.
Perhaps they could send Mr. Mel directly to the Martial Arts Tournament for the entire continent. It was a grand feast of martial arts open to everyone between thirty and sixty years old.
In truth, the Martial Arts Tournament was not entirely without age restrictions. Most Martial Artists did not even qualify to participate before breaking through level 30.
Generally speaking, those under thirty were placed in the youth division. Of course, there were also regional competitions for teenagers under twenty.
The old man kept calculating in his heart. Mr. Mel might only be in his twenties; he looked incredibly young. If he agreed to represent the martial arts school in the continental Martial Arts Tournament, perhaps he could achieve an excellent ranking.
"Grandpa, you saw it, right? Even when we mastered Qi Gong, we never created fluctuations like this."
"Yes. Even if the enormous cavern hidden beneath the lake could originally hold more, the lake