Reaching level 90 or above by the age of thirty was practically a legend to them. Only the Martial Gods of legend had such rapid advancement. Martial cultivation was a long process, and refining one's qi also required long years of tempering.
"Can you tell which school of martial arts this man called Mel is using?"
"It doesn't look like a school. It's more like the most ordinary kind of punch."
"Return to Simplicity!"
The Martial Saints observing the arena voiced this sentiment. When a fighter became powerful enough, even the most ordinary punch could possess tremendous force. Such a realm could only be explained as Return to Simplicity.
The problem was that the man before them was so young. Could such a young Martial Saint really exist?
After Mel eliminated Ba Gang with a single punch, he realized that compared to superficial muscles, stats were still far more powerful. It seemed he had no need at all to allocate Intelligence points to Strength.
"Um, Mr. Mel, someone has raised an objection regarding this competition." A contemporary Martial Saint stepped onto the arena. If someone reported an issue, it was naturally best to verify it on the spot. If some old fellows had used secret techniques to conceal their age and enter, they would be breaking the rules of the Martial Arts Tournament.
"It's fine. Is there anything you need me to help with?" Mel appeared entirely composed.
Based on his actual age, as long as he had not exceeded the age limit, however strong he was was his own business.
"May I ask, Mr. Mel, what level are you now?"
"Level 100." Mel directly revealed his level. When one possessed absolute strength, there was nothing worth hiding.
"You're not joking, are you?"
It was a realm that only Martial