Xiong Tianba possessed astonishing strength. In sheer physical strength alone, he had never met anyone who could surpass him.
Hu Xiaotian also had considerable confidence in Xiong Tianba's abilities. Not only was the boy born with divine strength, but he had also absorbed the internal power of two great masters, Li Yuncong and Unenlightened, leaving him no weaker than Hu Xiaotian in that respect. In truth, even Hu Xiaotian could not understand it. He had absorbed so much internal power, yet still could not put all of it to his own use. To digest and assimilate it all, he had to practice the Void Art diligently every day. Xiong Tianba, on the other hand, had integrated all that power without making the slightest effort. In this regard, the dimwitted boy could certainly be called a prodigy.
Xiong Tianba's hands were already large, but Bu Buma's were a size larger still. As their hands clasped, the muscles in Xiong Tianba's arm bulged one by one. He was dark and lean, with no particularly developed muscles, yet the slightest exertion made them stand out like steel reinforcing rods. Despite Bu Buma's imposing stature, Xiong Tianba had known beforehand that she was a woman, and that she was Black Hu's foremost martial artist. His earlier remarks had been deliberate, intended to provoke her anger. Deep down, however, he had no real desire to attack an old woman. He merely wanted to yank her off balance, teach her a lesson, and make her retreat in the face of difficulty. Thus, he had not used his full strength at first, reckoning that sixty percent would be enough to pull her aside. Only after trying did he discover that his strength vanished like a stone sinking into the sea. She remained utterly unmoved, without so much