"Could a martial artist's Qi and Blood Power alone really have such might?"
In Mu Yun's small study at Guangling Pavilion, Mu Yuchen stared blankly for a moment before suddenly turning to Mu Yun beside her with an astonished look.
She knew little about martial artists.
"Qi and Blood Power alone is merely brute strength. The reason Xu Taiping's punch just now had such might was that his control over the circulation of his own Qi and Blood Power has already reached exquisite perfection. At the same time..."
Mu Yun paused here, then his eyes lit up as he continued:
"In just three short years, his mastery of martial dao ultimate intent and fist techniques has nearly approached that of those few Martial Gods in Youyun Heaven."
"Why has he progressed so quickly on the martial artist's path?"
Once martial artists reached the Martial Saint Realm, their progress would become exceedingly slow. Sometimes, even a hundred years of bitter cultivation might not bring any improvement to their Qi and Blood Power or martial dao cultivation techniques.
This was also why the path of the martial dao was so difficult to walk.
But how could Mu Yun have known that, through the trials of life and death within the Mysterious Wasteland Tower, Xu Taiping's comprehension of his own fist intent and his mastery of fist techniques had climbed another step beyond where they had been at the Golden Scale Assembly?
Now, even when facing martial dao powerhouses such as the Old Martial God Zhu Huai and the Martial God Zhang Tianze, he at least had the qualifications to challenge them with his fists.
Thus, even an ordinary Great Sage Fist from Xu Taiping could now possess such fist might.
Clang!...
Just then, after Du Ziyin steadied himself, he once again gathered