"I'm done, I'm done. Let's call it here. I can't take any more."
Inside the training room, Zuo Ci slumped to the floor, panting heavily. He genuinely didn't want to move another muscle.
At first, Zuo Ci had indeed been training with Mark, but Mark's stats really couldn't compare to Conquest's. His head wasn't in a great place either, so Superman had simply taken over afterward.
Then Zuo Ci understood why Superman put his teammates so at ease-and left his enemies in such despair.
Holy shit, you couldn't come up with stats this ridiculous even with your eyes closed. I gave it every fucking thing I had, even secretly slapped on some buffs, and hitting Superman still did jack shit.
If this were a game, every attack I landed would absolutely pop a zero over Superman's head. Sichuan and Chongqing would be thrilled with all those bottoms.
"This was only your first training session, and you've already achieved results like these. It's truly astonishing.
Your talent is honestly far greater than I expected."
Standing across from him, Superman slowly settled onto the floor, his clothes slightly damaged. His initially relaxed expression had given way to shock and disbelief.
He knew that Zuo Ci had acquired Conquest's power, and their brief clash earlier had given him a rough estimate of Conquest's strength.
He had assumed Zuo Ci would be at about the same level, but the actual fight had been worlds apart from his expectations.
Whether it was his use of his strength, his combat intelligence, or something as elusive as intuition, Zuo Ci's performance had been remarkably impressive.
At many points, Superman's experience alone hadn't been enough to handle him. He had only managed to react by relying on his extraordinary reflexes.
It was fair to say that if their