Wang Hao before them, however, was completely different. He was powerful, yet brimming with agility, giving off the sense that he possessed immense malleability and limitless potential.
The difficulty of those two things was worlds apart.
If life were compared to a tree, their method was to fell the tree, turn it into raw materials, then reassemble them into exquisite works of art. What Wang Hao was experiencing now, however, was a direct alteration of the tree's seed. He had originally been nothing more than a shrub, incapable of growing beyond a meter, but now he was the sapling of a towering tree.
An ordinary "craftsman" could achieve the former. As for the latter, even the foremost giants of life sciences would likely struggle to comprehend the process.
After all, altering genes might still seem possible when something was still a seed. But for a tree that had already grown so tall, one would first have to make it grow backward and revert into a seed of life.
For powerful beings, true strength was never about how much they could destroy. It was the crushing superiority of one's understanding and methods. The weak simply could not comprehend how the strong accomplished what they did.
"I can do this only because Wang Hao's circumstances are special. If it were someone else, even I couldn't make them stronger out of thin air."
It seemed Zhao Cheng had seen the questions in their hearts. Zhao Xiaoxiang in particular had light shining from her eyes, as if she were just short of saying, "Give me some of that power too."
Indeed, Zhao Cheng had always been giving Zhao Xiaoxiang cheats, but the cheats he gave her were very grounded. She had to struggle and work for them herself, rather than lie down and idle