Mu Qi's face was full of disdain as he could not help but sneer, "What a bunch of idiots. Before they've even reached the desperate end of the road, they dare abuse forbidden drugs, crippling their own path of cultivation with their own hands, trading their lifespan for a momentary burst of combat power."
Faced with the mockery, Chen Shigui was not angered. Instead, he let out a cold laugh and retorted.
"What do you know? They were already at the bottom when it came to talent, their aptitude mediocre to the extreme.
Even if they cultivated desperately day and night for their entire lives, reaching First-Order Peak would be a stroke of incredible luck. Beyond that, there would not be the slightest room for improvement.
Now, with our organization's body-tempering fluid, they may have paid a price, but their physical strength has been pushed straight to the limit. Even without using Spiritual Energy, they can face a Second-Order Mid Stage cultivator head-on with nothing but their bodies. To them, this is no loss at all."
Mu Qi and Zhang Zhao fell silent for a moment at those words.
Thinking it over carefully, for those low-level cultivators with dreadful talent, no hope of advancement, and a lifetime destined for obscurity, exchanging their lifespan and potential for a brief surge of formidable strength truly was their only chance to turn their lives around.
Even if the price was grievous, there would still be people willing to accept it.
Seizing the moment of silence between them, Chen Shigui pressed his advantage and continued trying to persuade them to surrender.
"I'm telling you two, we've fought each other for years and known each other for a long time. I don't want to see you beaten into cripples or seriously injured either.
Throw down