Rule-level Professionals were, in the eyes of mortals, not much different from gods.
After all, whether a nuclear bomb capable of destroying a city had its destructive power multiplied severalfold or several dozenfold made no difference to the people within it. They were all lofty big shots anyway. Their strength involved esoteric knowledge that could not be compared, so collectively calling them Rule-level or Gold-level was enough.
Among most low-level Professionals, there was no need to distinguish between those above Rule-level either. Mid- and low-level Professionals basically had no chance of resisting them.
"I don't seem to have changed much?" Lu Mouren had crossed that threshold, yet he felt somewhat disappointed.
Even Lu PingAn himself could not sense any obvious difference. He felt much stronger, but had no idea exactly in what ways.
"Perhaps it's because I already possessed the traits of Tier 8 and Tier 9, or even higher divinity."
But after speaking with other top-tier Professionals, Lu PingAn realized he had underestimated the significance of Tier 8.
"Ten Tier 7s might not produce a single Tier 8. And the strategic value of one Tier 8... no matter how many Tier 7s there are, quantity cannot bring about a qualitative change."
Tier 7s were important figures in mortal eyes, but among true High-Level Professionals, they were nothing remarkable.
No matter how gifted you were or how limitless your potential was said to be, it meant nothing. If you could not reach that step, then you simply could not. Sometimes it really had nothing to do with talent; it depended on your accumulation and your luck.
Of those who could reach the summit, who lacked talent? Who was not one in ten thousand?
"Some things have long surpassed the scope of talent and hard work. Perhaps they can truly only