Lin Lang patted Cheng Shifei on the shoulder. "Why would I lie to you?"
"In a moment, I'll circulate my energy and help you using the secret technique recorded in the lower half of the manual. After a few sessions, there won't be any restrictions on your transformations."
Cheng Shifei stared blankly at Lin Lang. Why did his lordship's gaze seem so strange, like a father looking at his son?
No, he must have seen it wrong. His lordship regarded him as a loyal subordinate. This was a gaze of concern for a subordinate. That had to be it.
"Thank you, my lord. My lord, what should I do now? Don't worry. Even without turning into my Golden Body, my martial arts are formidable now. Lord Liu is no longer my match."
Cheng Shifei had already achieved major mastery in the Great Songyang Divine Palm, Mount Song Seventeen-Road Fast and Slow Swordsmanship, and Eight Steps Chasing the Cicada movement technique.
Combined with his incredibly profound true qi and his foundation in the Indestructible Vajra Divine Skill, he could handle most grandmaster peak experts even without taking his Golden Body form.
If he transformed, he could put up a fight even against a Great Grandmaster.
At first, Liu Zhengfeng had still been able to suppress him with his exquisitely refined swordsmanship. But starting ten days ago, he had ceased to be Cheng Shifei's match, even though Cheng Shifei had been holding back his true qi in their bouts.
Even so, he could now defeat Liu Zhengfeng easily, leaving Liu Zhengfeng doubting himself. Was he unsuited to practicing martial arts? Could the gap in talent really be so great?
Lin Lang glanced at Cheng Shifei. "You think you're formidable? All right, let me test your martial arts."
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