Crack!
The cup in Lin Lang's hand suddenly shattered, but his true qi enveloped the tea and drew it into his mouth without spilling any on the floor.
"Just minor attainment in the first level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill gives me a noticeable increase in strength. Not just muscular strength, either. The increase is even greater when I use true qi."
Lin Lang had merely tested it a moment ago, and the cup had suddenly shattered in his grip.
The increase in strength was rather large, and he had failed to control it for a moment.
But he soon grew accustomed to it.
"No wonder Jinlun Fawang's five Flying Wheels were all so heavy. He mastered ten levels of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill. No wonder those Great Grandmasters couldn't withstand even one blow."
Normally, when people saw an attack coming, most would choose to block.
But only when they blocked would they discover that this terrifying strength was impossible to withstand.
Unless they excelled at overcoming hardness with softness, or possessed movement techniques fast enough to dodge, they would suffer a heavy loss even if they met it head-on with true qi.
"This could serve as a trump card. The major sects in the Jianghu probably all know by now that I, the Great Ming's Imperial Tutor, am the Sun Moon Holy Cult's Right Envoy. They'll guard carefully against my hard-body martial arts, sword techniques, Star-Sucking Great Skill, movement techniques, hidden weapons, palm techniques, and so on. It'll be hard to catch them off guard."
Lin Lang had always felt that he could not let his opponents know everything about him. If he always held a trump card, he could turn defeat into victory at a critical moment.
This was not underhandedness. It was prudence.
"With my