"Your physical fitness has reached the limit of the human body?"
Li Huang'er's voice trembled as she said this.
Once one's physical fitness reached the human limit, the body underwent an exceedingly subtle change—a sense of harmony unique to those at the limit.
That sensation was elusive. Had she not interacted with so many peak experts, she might have overlooked it outright.
"Yes. My instincts tell me that killing these weak monsters now can only replenish my stamina; it can no longer strengthen me. If I want to keep evolving, I can only kill stronger monsters..."
As Zhao Cheng spoke, he breathed. With every breath, the sword in his hand continuously trembled, until sword radiance like the sun itself seemed to emerge from it.
Having reached the limit of the human body, Zhao Cheng's swordsmanship superpower was further unleashed. From the breathing of all things, he had grasped a mysterious power.
And among the many aspects of wind, rain, thunder, Heaven, and Myriad Phenomena, he had chosen the most powerful one: the sun.
Yet for now, that mysterious power was merely a mental illusion, not true sword radiance. Zhao Cheng felt intensely that he was only a tiny step away. So long as he could break past the human limit, his power would undergo a qualitative transformation. Then, he would surely be able to slash forth a sword as blazing as the sun itself.
The moment Li Huang'er saw the light on his sword, all her doubts vanished. This was precisely the Sword Saint's greatest hallmark: a force of interference born of the mind.
And had she not seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed that Zhao Cheng had gone from possessing less physical fitness than even her to reaching the human limit in just over