However, Tong Lie was not so easily brushed off. He stuffed another Bean Cake into his mouth, swallowed it in a few quick bites, then narrowed his eyes in satisfaction and laughed.
"That is not quite the case. The Land within Divine Land Passes is indeed prosperous, rich, and full of a thousand forms and ten thousand hues. My Arctic Ice Plains are far inferior. I was mentally prepared before coming here.
More than the fine food, I delight in the Hundred Flowers in Bloom of Divine Land martial arts. The various martial techniques are truly breathtaking.
Old Xia, tell me—which family's masters should I challenge next?"
Though his words sounded somewhat mocking—after all, Tong Lie had beaten the martial artists of Liang Prefecture until they scattered like rats, and his martial realm and combat strength utterly crushed them across an entirely different dimension—their styles were not even on the same level.
But strength was strength, and foundations were foundations. Along the way, Tong Lie had indeed witnessed a dazzling array of martial arts and techniques from different schools.
Leaving aside the fundamental methods, simply in terms of combat techniques—Fist, Palm, Finger, Claw, and leg techniques, as well as the arts of all manner of sabers, spears, swords, and halberds—they were varied beyond measure, each with its own distinct characteristics.
Even the most commonplace long-fist techniques found throughout the martial world contained the foundations of fist arts. From them, one could derive higher-level, more intricate, and more exquisite fist techniques; one could also trace them back to their source and comprehend the essence of the fist path. Of course, that referred only to a possibility, a feasibility.
In any case, though Tong Lie's cultivation had not visibly changed or advanced much these past days, his vision, knowledge, and methods of