The Master Is the Master

At Zhang Ziqiang's shout, a dramatic scene unfolded right before Chu Shengduan's eyes.

After seeing the burning look in Zhang Ziqiang's eyes, Li Zhōujūn was determined to leave.

However, Zhang Ziqiang followed behind Li Zhōujūn on one leg, hopping along while repeatedly swinging his wok-sized fists into Li Zhōujūn's back. Every punch landed with the force of mountains collapsing and the earth splitting, yet Li Zhōujūn remained completely unharmed.

"Is this guy's physical body so strong that even an Eighth-Rank Dao Master can't break through his defenses?!"

Chu Shengduan's heart had completely turned to ashes.

Every one of Zhang Ziqiang's punches was enough to kill him, yet to Li Zhōujūn, they were nothing more than a back massage—not even a scratch!

"Master!"

Thud!

Just then, a cry of "Master!" rang out behind Li Zhōujūn, accompanied by the sound of someone dropping to his knees.

Li Zhōujūn froze and turned around. To his astonishment, he discovered that Zhang Ziqiang had actually kowtowed to him.

"Master's physical body has reached a state of perfection, and there are few opponents in this world who can rival him! This disciple wishes to follow Master in cultivation. Please accept this disciple's bow!" Zhang Ziqiang shouted, preparing to kowtow to Li Zhōujūn.

However, Li Zhōujūn dodged with a flash and said helplessly, "I have no intention of taking on a disciple right now."

"It's fine, Master. I've actually already figured out your cultivation method!" Zhang Ziqiang said with a wide grin.

Li Zhōujūn: "???"

When did I have a cultivation method?

How come I don't know about it?

"Tell me about it," Li Zhōujūn asked curiously.

"That is, use powerful attacks to temper your physical body until it becomes indestructible!" Zhang Ziqiang declared with absolute confidence.

"Ah?" Li Zhōujūn looked utterly baffled. Then again, Zhang Ziqiang