The Esoteric Sect has a history stretching back thousands of years.
How could it possibly not have its own special cultivation methods?
And as a candidate to be the future Esoteric Sect Leader, Shaximo was undoubtedly practicing the sect's most advanced secret techniques. How could his bone strength possibly be weak?
"A frog in a well, that's all!" This was Zhang Hongying's assessment of Gao Neng's confidence.
Shaximo had actually overheard the conversation between Gao Neng and Fang Tangtang, but he didn't care. He would simply teach Gao Neng a lesson with the facts.
Losing?
He had never even considered it.
'I absolutely will not lose again! If I still lose this time, then I'm no better than a dog!'
Shaximo gritted his teeth, then prepared to start the test.
But just then, Gao Neng leisurely sauntered over to his side, an enigmatic expression on his face.
"Do you know how you lost the first round?" Gao Neng's voice was quiet, but just loud enough for Shaximo to hear.
