Outskirts, in the snow.
"Bam, bam, bam!" Chen Xingyue circled Chen Shouyi, her fists shooting out like cannonballs. Each blow made the air boom as snow flew in every direction.
Before their last battle against the God of Lightning, Chen Xingyue had been given a whole box of divine blood. He still hadn't gotten it back, and now her physical abilities had reached the very peak a martial artist could attain. When she attacked, her momentum was terrifying.
But to Chen Shouyi, she still seemed to move in slow motion. His hands were like a thousand-armed Guanyin's, casually deflecting the force of her attacks so she wouldn't get hurt.
The two fought at such speed that ordinary people would have seen only a pair of afterimages.
After half a minute, Chen Xingyue was already spent. Her chest heaved as she gasped, "Brother, what level am I at now? Have I reached the peak martial artist level?"
"What do you think? You're still a long way off!" Chen Shouyi chuckled. "Against a true peak martial artist, you'd be dead in just a few moves."
Reaching the peak of the martial artist level wasn't just about physical ability.
Extensive combat experience, powerful mental processing speed, entering tranquility to refine the self at least at the Marrow Refining level, and willpower and perception to match—all were indispensable.
Divine Marrow could make up for slow mental processing speed, but the rest was up to her.
Hearing she could last a few moves against a peak martial artist, Chen Xingyue couldn't help grinning foolishly. "Brother, I can really last a few moves against one?"
She was hopeless.
Chen Shouyi felt exhausted. How could a mighty True God like him have a little sister like this? She really had such a narrow outlook. He didn't feel