"Only by mastering 'Ming Jin' can you stand out from the ordinary Martial Artists and become a true Martial Artist!"
Fang Xing knew from memory that many apprentices in the martial arts academy came from wealthy families, eating highly nutritious food daily and training hard for many years, yet they had never grasped the trick to cultivate Ming Jin.
But for him, controlling his body with intricate precision was as simple and natural as breathing.
Even within his limbs and bones, Hidden Force lay quietly in wait, yet it could never break through its shell.
"My physical fitness isn't up to par... I can't unleash the Hidden Force."
Fang Xing sighed; he was, after all, the embodiment of a Martial Saint, hindered by the limitations of his body.
The next second,
sparks suddenly erupted from the room's electrical appliances.
Then, the door was violently slammed, starting to deform and twist...
"Prohibiting technology weapons... How is this somewhat similar to the Secret Realm?"
