Weak.
Weakling.
Weak as a breeze.
So weak he could be crushed with a single blow.
Although Li Aoz had known from the start that, at this point in time, his stats were completely overpowered.
When he effortlessly defeated the talented younger generation of the Allied Narrative, he felt no excitement whatsoever.
Strictly speaking, he had not even moved from where he stood.
They had charged into him themselves, triggered the countermeasure mechanism of his armor, and gotten themselves killed.
General Zhen's account was a pure Dragon School Martial Artist, focused on attaining the Dao through martial arts, transforming blood into essence, maintaining an endless flow of qi through the meridians, and taking half a step beyond heaven.
In Earth terms, he was a cultivator. The Dragon School sacrificed a great deal of fist-and-foot combat prowess in exchange for the nearly omnipotent status of a late-game Spellcaster.
During the early and mid-game, Dragon School Martial Artists had unremarkable attributes, and their skill ceiling was not particularly high. Their one saving grace was a decent Perfect Block. Yet among the three pro players under Li Aoz, plus the semi-pro Caramel Snail, not one came from the Dragon School. That alone showed just how important attributes were.
Still, unlike Starcallers, whose bodies remained relatively fragile in the late game, the Dragon School was, after all, part of the Path of Destruction.
That meant General Zhen's durability required no flashy Aoneng at all. The class's naturally high attributes, extraordinarily high health conversion ratio, and the resistance provided by qi were enough.
Unlike the Bloodfiend Style fake tanks he had once played, who soaked damage in a party purely by relying on lifesteal to prop up their tankiness, a late-game pure Dragon School Martial Artist was simply a frontliner.
That was officially recognized.
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