Before long, Zhang Ming reached a conclusion. "This is a kind of Spirit activated through special means. It continuously damages an enemy's muscle cells, rather like a toxin."
"If a Blue Crystal person fought an equally powerful enemy, this golden light would steadily weaken their opponent over a prolonged battle. It's like internal force or true qi in martial arts novels-the one with stronger internal cultivation gets the last laugh."
"Also, this layer of golden light might boost the user's strength, agility, and defense."
"And there's the most important feature of all: resistance to stagger... that's a very powerful effect."
Zhang Ming frowned, recalling the previous night's battle. He had indeed landed several hits on his opponent.
His opponent weighed less than a hundred kilograms. In theory, even a light punch should have sent him flying.
In close-quarters combat like that, being knocked to the ground clearly meant defeat.
Yet his opponent had taken several punches and kicks in succession without losing his balance or footing. Most likely, that had been the effect of the "golden light."
"His fighting technique really was excellent..."
Zhang Ming even began to suspect that "golden light" was a special ability that could be taught and cultivated, much like the Flame-Horn Breathing Technique-the foundation on which the Blue Crystal Civilization stood.
Every civilization has its own heritage... except us Earthlings. Damn it, we have to plagiarize someone else's. Having finished his research, Zhang Ming cursed inwardly and mobilized the Spirit within his body, quickly washing away every last trace of the "golden light."
Just then, the three fellows flying overhead returned. The moment they landed, they broke into a noisy chorus of squawks, as though some argument had broken out in the air.
Zhang Ming could not be bothered with them. He returned to his