If that was the case, then it was not impossible. Yet Ma Shaokang still found it strange. Such Divine Skills and Techniques, in anyone's hands, would be guarded with the utmost vigilance. Even if one could not comprehend them oneself, one would still keep them hidden, never allowing others to obtain them.
Yet Mountain Lord had simply tossed it out like this, as though he did not regard such a formidable divine skill as a forbidden delicacy that others must not touch. There seemed to be something wrong with that. At the very least, Ma Shaokang did not believe that, given Mountain Lord's opinion of him, he would offer up such a huge pie.
Of course, Mountain Lord's explanation afterward did patch things up a little, at least giving it some semblance of logic.
A pie would certainly not be offered for nothing. But if it was a pie laced with poison, then putting it out was hardly strange.
Ma Shaokang no longer doubted whether this martial art was genuine. He only doubted Mountain Lord's purpose in deliberately revealing the Kunpeng Art.
Was he truly trying to help him, or was he trying to scheme against him?
This was extremely important. At the very least, Ma Shaokang felt somewhat uneasy. The source of that unease was both this martial art, which appeared profound and unfathomable, and the sudden opportunity Mountain Lord had presented him with.
Considering the risks, although he held limitless yearning and expectation for the Kunpeng Art, he still knew his own limits. He did not believe that if even someone at Mountain Lord's level of martial cultivation could not comprehend this divine skill, then he himself could successfully cultivate it.
But the situation at hand might not merely involve danger, nor might it simply be a gift