As Meng Jingzhou listened to the two introduce each other, he found their backgrounds increasingly astonishing—one had supposedly reached the pinnacle of body refinement, and the other’s mother was a Holy Maiden of some Holy Land.

But as soon as they exchanged blows, it became clear that their combat abilities were average. Setting everything else aside, I was far stronger than Fang Wudi when I was at the Golden Core Stage.

Back then, I tempered my body thoroughly, from my hair to my shadow. There was not a single opening.

In contrast, Fang Wudi’s body-tempering technique is riddled with flaws and utterly lacks novelty.

“What? You want to go up there and spar with them?” Lu Yang cast a sidelong glance at Meng Jingzhou, who seemed raring to go.

“That I can't.” Meng Jingzhou waved his hand and pretended to be modest....