In other words, when watching from the sidelines, the Stone Giants he saw were incomparably clumsy and slow-moving. Yet in truth, once one faced a Stone Giant directly, its attacks were peerlessly swift.
He trusted that his instincts were sharp and would not be wrong. So the problem still lay with these Stone Giants. Why did watching from the sidelines and confronting them head-on produce two entirely different perceptions?
What was the principle behind this? Could martial arts truly create such a bizarre phenomenon?
Meng Zhao once again fixed his gaze on the Stone Giant, which appeared dull-witted, cold, and lifeless. Though it was an inanimate object, it could move and fight. Who was to say it was not a living being?
He could not help recalling the divinely inspired punch he had thrown earlier. It had indeed been an unprecedented pinnacle.
In truth, aside from the enlightenment he had gained, that punch had likely been inspired by this Stone Giant as well.
At this moment, the lingering echoes of Meng Zhao's enlightenment seemed not to have faded, allowing him to seize a fleeting spark of insight.
He carefully recalled the Stone Giant's movements—but not merely its movements. There was also its surrounding environment, and the environments of the other Stone Giants. He could not regard them as individual entities, but as a whole.
The Stone Giants were not a single one, but thirty-six. Beyond the Stone Giants themselves, this tract of land seemed to have long since become one with them through countless years of wind and rain. You were within me, and I within you; there was no distinction between them.
Their auras, their history, everything about them was borne by one another. They were inseparable.
In a daze, he once again used the punch the Stone Giant