"Bzzzt~"
Blue arcs of electricity danced across Ding Luotang's chest. He lay half-reclined on the ground, looking as though he had begun to doubt his entire life.
He had trained in combat arts for forty years. Though he had never become a fighter, he had come close. After undergoing partial modification, he was far stronger than a fighter; only a fully Modified Human could beat him. Yet he had lost to Huang Tian, and so easily at that! How many moves had they even exchanged?
No, it wasn't a question of how many moves. Huang Tian had thrown only one punch from start to finish!
One punch had settled who was stronger!
"Dad, are you all right?" Ding Xueyi hurried to Ding Luotang's side, her face full of concern.
"I'm fine. A few repairs later and I'll be good as new." Ding Luotang struggled to his feet and looked at Huang Tian, his expression complicated and his voice uncertain. "Mr. Huang, how are you so much stronger than an ordinary fighter? Could it be—"
Ding Xueyi and the young people around her also turned to Huang Tian, their eyes full of startled doubt.
"I've said it before: the human body has no limits," Huang Tian replied. "People call fighters the limit of the human body, but that limit is merely a small shackle. You need only break it."
"Break it? Break the limit—" Ding Luotang was shaken to the core. "You've surpassed the level of a fighter and successfully broken through the limit?!"
Huang Tian nodded slightly. "It wasn't difficult."
Ding Luotang and the others stared blankly. Breaking through the limit wasn't difficult? How could those two ideas belong in the same sentence?
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