"That kid actually grasped the essence of the Big Rig Training Method this quickly?"
Seeing Su Yuan's performance on the highway, Taihua Tianji couldn't help feeling surprised.
Why was this kid's martial arts talent so inconsistent?
At his best, he'd grasped the Wisdom Sword Mind Method in half an hour and mastered the Big Rig Training Method perfectly in his first real fight. At his worst, he'd spent three years without bringing the Sunrise Fist to perfection.
"Could it be... that this kid has a special talent for the Devilish Dao Cultivation Method?"
A thought struck Taihua Tianji, and the notion suddenly took shape in his mind.
Were the Wisdom Sword Mind Method and the Indestructible Sword Body demonic arts?
Of course not, as far as ordinary people were concerned. But from another angle, as long as you had a demonic heart while cultivating the former, you could condense demonic Sword Qi.
As for the latter, if you didn't take proper precautions, it could easily leave you gravely injured—or even dead. It practically reeked of demonic ways.
So his guess was probably right.
What a born Demon Lord!
Just as he was thinking this, Su Yuan—who'd been rammed by the Hundred-Ton King—went flying back to the roadside with a bang, landing steadily on his feet.
He turned around with a calm expression, receiving the admiring gazes of the Special Class students.
But everyone soon noticed that Su Yuan's body was a little swollen. From his pectorals to his lats, from his biceps to his glutes and quads, every part of him was swollen.
Yet it was precisely because he was swollen everywhere, but not injured, that the Special Class students were even more stunned!
He really had trained every inch of his body to perfection!
Someone couldn't help looking toward