There Could Only Be One Dark Lord in This Universe

Du Mu wasn't exaggerating when he said Strange's talent was average.

He'd tried cultivating qi himself, and from sensing it to drawing it into his body had taken less than an hour.

His mental attribute was as high as 120. The learning ability that came with such a level had long since surpassed the bounds of common sense.

The higher one's mental attribute, the more keenly one sensed all things and the faster one could analyze them.

Others needed months of hard work just to reach the threshold. Following K'un-Lun's cultivation method, he only had to close his eyes and focus for a while to trace the flow of qi. He barely needed to guide it at all—the special energy drifting through the air rushed toward him like an eager puppy.

But after cultivating qi for real, Du Mu studied it closely and quickly lost interest.

Qi did enhance physical attributes to some extent, but the increase was so negligible compared to his current physique that it didn't even count as a bonus. Calling it a hair's breadth would have been generous.

Besides, cultivating qi was extremely time-consuming. It took years of accumulation to achieve even the tiniest improvement. He'd get far more out of learning a few high-level spells.

He might have considered it in the past.

But his horizons had changed. He'd witnessed all kinds of cosmic powers and energy systems, and any one of them could shake a planet—or at the very least, level a city.

Compared to them, qi was a village-destroying energy system. He honestly couldn't take it seriously.

If it were Iron Fist Power, though, he might have considered it.

Danny Rand might have seemed unremarkable, but the true potential of the Iron Fist was absolutely cosmic in scale, far beyond most powers.

Unfortunately,