"Is that so?"
Li Bai was a little surprised. He hadn't expected his casual remark to make him run into the real deal.
He had never seen what the lightness technique "Eight Steps Catching Cicadas" looked like in this world. He'd simply gotten into the habit of cramming things into whatever box he found.
Who knew he'd run into a genuine inheritor? Maybe he should rename it "Nine Steps Catching Fighter Jets."
He just hoped a supersonic footwork technique wouldn't scare anyone!
"Isn't it...?"
Old Grandmaster He was at a loss for words. He was an old hand, after all, and could tell the other man was talking nonsense.
Formless Sword Qi, sword flight, and the authenticity of "Eight Steps Catching Cicadas" were all mysteries when it came to Li Bai. The young doctor seemed more and more enigmatic, making Old Grandmaster He feel as if he'd been hypnotized. It all seemed unreal, like an illusion.
Honestly, who in the entire martial world could lift that one-ton "chestnut"?
Since ancient times, anyone capable of lifting a thousand catties had been hailed as a king of strength. Converted to the modern metric system, a ton would amount to far more than two or three thousand of the ancient, nonstandard catties—perhaps even several thousand.
It was almost impossible to imagine how the martial arts world of not just China, but the entire world, would be shaken if Li Bai unleashed his full strength without holding back.
The one-ton "chestnut" had already become the Yongling Martial Arts Fitness Center's prized treasure.
Anyone who saw it for the first time couldn't help but suck in a breath. Was this thing seriously for real?
"I'll think about it when I have time."
Li Bai wasn't focused on discussing the name of the lightness technique with