"Mid bright strength..."
Zhou Tieshan looked at Mo Yun, his mind in turmoil, and could not help asking, "Then why are you so strong in combat?"
He simply could not forget the sight of this fellow finishing off Blackie from Blackstone Stronghold with a single punch.
That punch had carried tremendous weight and force, its tiger's roar shaking the mountain woods as it sent the iron-tower-like Blackie flying backward, blood spraying from his mouth.
Someone at mid bright strength could unleash such terrifying combat power? Then had all his training to late bright strength gone to the dogs?
For a moment, Zhou Tieshan was dazed, feeling his understanding of the world begin to crumble.
As though he had guessed what Zhou Tieshan was thinking, Mo Yun said with a smile:
"It's like this, Brother Zhou. Although my cultivation is only at mid bright strength, my comprehension might be just a little better than most people's. I progress especially quickly with fist techniques, and I've already reached major mastery of the Tiger-Crouching Fist."
Zhou Tieshan: "?"
Major mastery of the Tiger-Crouching Fist? Wasn't that a level normally reached only by martial artists with dark force?
After a moment's thought, Mo Yun added, "Besides, I've taken every step steadily, rising early and training late every day without ever daring to slack off. My foundations have been tempered until they're incredibly solid, so naturally, I'm a little stronger than others at the same level."
Zhou Tieshan stared at him. "Rising early and training late?"
As if the rest of us didn't do the same...
Mo Yun grinned. "Exactly. I could knock Blackie back with one punch entirely because of my tireless daily effort!"
Hearing this, Zhou Tieshan could not help sighing.
"So this is what a genius is?"
"How enviable!"
He had practiced