"Most likely, its power had been depleted too much earlier. By now, there's hardly any left!" he thought to himself, feeling a slight pang of regret.
But in the end, he'd simply been greedy for more. Chen Shouyi stopped troubling himself over it.
He looked at the great tree in front of him and realized it wasn't dead. The gentle breeze that had once stirred around it had vanished completely, and its oppressive aura had disappeared without a trace.
Even its emerald-green leaves, which had shimmered with an odd radiance, had lost all their mystery. They were now little different from the ordinary plants in the forest, and it had fallen from an extraordinary creature back to an ordinary one.
Perhaps, once the barbarians returned to settle here, it would regain its power as the years passed.
But it would probably take more than a short while to recover.
It might take decades, or even centuries.
Next, Chen Shouyi walked cautiously across the clearing, one step at a time. His body swayed from side to side, sometimes nearly toppling over, as he readjusted to his newly increased strength.
The improvement this time might not have been great, but that was only in comparison to his overly high expectations.
In fact, this single improvement had increased his strength by nearly fifty percent and his agility by thirty or forty percent. Both had broken through the fourteen-point mark.
It was an enormous leap.
By the numbers, the strength in his arms had reached about 580 kilograms, putting him on par with Director Fang of the Martial Arts Notarization and Discipline Inspection Office.
He had fully reached the level of a Great Martial Artist.
As for his agility, 14.1 was already five times that of an ordinary person.
An ordinary person took about