Jiang Dali's tiger-like eyes gleamed with brilliance as he stared unblinkingly at Wu Ming, calmly smiling, "Since befriending the senior, I have only witnessed the power of your hand, but have yet to personally experience the might of the Martial Arts Legend. I wonder if the senior's forty percent of power could give me an eye-opener?"
Wu Ming also deeply gazed at Jiang Dali, and upon seeing the battle intent in his eyes, his thoughts drifted far away, seemingly returning to his youth, full of reckless attempts to challenge the world with his sword, eager to compete upon encountering experts.
However, days have passed since then.
The youthful fervor for fighting has long quieted down with fame and glory, no longer pursuing battles, reputation, or gains, instead seeking anonymous tranquility, but as long as one is in the Martial World, they are swept along. Even if he desires calm, Shakyamuni would certainly not let him be...
He gently breathed in, looking toward Jiang Dali.
