"Brother Yu, I just realized something," Chen Daotian said, hurrying to catch up with Fang Yu, who was walking briskly.
"What's the problem?"
"When did you become so knowledgeable?" Chen Daotian remarked.
Fang Yu stopped in his tracks, glared at him, and said, "It's not that I'm knowledgeable, but that you are ignorant... With your current level, when can you break through to Innate? You've used up all the Black Wood Lotus and only reached the peak of the Martial Arts Seventh Layer! With such strength, I could crush you with my little finger!"
Chen Daotian looked aggrieved.
Looking back over the past five or six years, the gap between the two of them hadn't been so wide. Chen Daotian often sparred with Fang Yu in Martial Arts. But as time went on, the gap between them grew larger and larger.
Especially in the past half year.
Fang Yu had reached a level where he could crush him.
