"I'm done, this is pointless." King Lin never imagined that martial arts training would become an extremely dreadful and boring thing to him.
He was already having a stress reaction.
"Big brother, how about playing a bit longer?" Xu Qing was somewhat reluctant.
King Lin couldn't help but roll his eyes, "You beast!"
Xu Qing: "Big brother, why must you curse me? In this vast world, perhaps only I can help you break through to the Martial Saint. Big brother, you don't want to miss the chance to break through to the Martial Saint in this lifetime, do you?"
King Lin: "I'm afraid I won't live to see that day, I'll be driven to depression by you first."
This was an honest truth.
Xu Qing, in the dream realm, had almost perfectly replicated all of King Lin's martial arts experiences.
Fighting against Xu Qing was entirely like fighting against himself, no, it was even more terrifying because Xu Qing performed the same moves more skillfully and sinisterly.
