30%!

30%!

"What are you talking about? How am I 'listless and on the verge of collapse'? I'm clearly brimming with vitality, unshakable as a mountain, all right?"

Meng Chao felt deeply wronged.

He knew he did not look very good right now.

After staying underground for so long, undergoing high-intensity tests, constantly resisting the temptation and corrosion of Primordial Summoning, and drawing strength beneficial to humanity from it, his skin had turned deathly pale, his flesh had withered, two enormous dark circles hung permanently beneath his eyes, and even his hair seemed thinner than before.

In short, his appearance was growing increasingly similar to those Relic Research Institute researchers in white lab coats.

His entire frame had shrunk by several sizes, utterly incomparable to the bronzed, robust physique he had possessed after completing his wilderness training.

Even without sunglasses, a mask, and a baseball cap, few young and beautiful female citizens would recognize him on the street.

When his father and mother had first seen him, they had both been badly frightened.

Old Mom had been so heartbroken that she kept wiping away tears, thinking he had suffered terribly in the Superhuman Tower, and insisted on roasting a hundred or so Sword Halberd Demon Pig kidneys to nourish his body.

Not to mention comparing him to a media darling like Wang Dao, who was currently in the limelight—at least in terms of appearance, they were worlds apart!

Meng Chao found it difficult to explain his current condition to his family.

Yet he knew very clearly that compared to half a year ago, he had undergone another qualitative leap.

Leaving aside the dozens of Marvelous Skills and Unique Arts that the "Martial God," Lei Zongchao, had imparted to him without reservation, condensing a lifetime of martial arts wisdom and combat experience