"Not bad, this game is indeed as amazing as you said. In real life, I lost an arm, but in this game, I'm no different from a normal person, as if my arm was never lost," a tall middle-aged man, nearly two meters in height, sighed. "And as my cultivation grows stronger, especially after becoming a Martial Artist, I even feel much stronger in reality. At least now those newbies can't withstand a punch from me."
Before entering the Descent of High Martial due to Dark Judgment, he was just a disabled instructor, and even the trainee recruits didn't respect him.
He wasn't surprised by this, as the Mercenary Realm was always like this. Power reigned supreme, and only the strongest survived. Living in the universe was like licking blood from the blade; a single misstep might mean death, and only the strong endured.
