He was already twenty-nine and would turn thirty next year.
Once a Martial Artist passed thirty, their vitality would begin to decline. Breaking through a bottleneck then would be harder than ascending to the heavens.
'His master's words were a reminder. This was his last chance.'
He nodded gravely. "I understand, Master. I will not disappoint you."
The spar ended, and the disciples gradually dispersed, still whispering amongst themselves about the match.
'Senior Brother Yang Jing's Inner Strength could actually overpower our eldest senior brother, who's at the Peak of Dark Energy. How strong will he be when he reaches that level himself?'
This news was enough to send shockwaves through the entire Martial Arts Hall for a long time.
A few of the newer disciples now saw Yang Jing as a goal to strive for, practicing their forms with renewed vigor.
