The Centurion spurred his horse onward. At first, he had assumed Li Mu Chuan would be unable to keep up, so he slowed down a little.
But when he saw Li Mu Chuan following the unit with ease, he thought of what had just happened.
One man had killed so many Japanese Pirates. He must have had some real skill; otherwise, would what had just happened not have been a sham?
With that thought, he relaxed and picked up the pace.
The soldiers beside them wore armor, yet they ran extremely fast. It seemed they trained regularly, as though the armor on them weighed nothing at all.
But Li Mu Chuan had sharp eyes and knew that their armor was likely quite heavy.
Taking advantage of the moment, Li Mu Chuan carefully checked the points he had just added. In his haste, he had not given it much thought and had added 302 points.
After feeling things out carefully, he found his body much lighter. He had been running for quite a while now, but even if he carried more weight, it probably would not affect him much.
It was just his strength...
He always felt that after adding over three hundred points, his strength seemed somewhat mismatched.
He had previously added more than thirty points, and there had clearly been an immediate, intuitive change in his strength. But this time, there was not.
Especially when he had fought the Japanese Pirates earlier, his strength had increased somewhat, but not noticeably.
Based on the previous ratio, Li Mu Chuan felt that one kick from him should at least have made his opponent cough up blood.
Just as Li Mu Chuan lowered his head in thought, he suddenly heard a burst of clamor. A majestic ancient city had appeared before them.