Since the end of the world, Li Ming had been training every day. Every spear thrust, every sword strike, every punch was soaked in his sweat.
Every sword swipe he made was at an extremely high level, which was certainly due to 99 percent of his sweat, and, well, the minute, superfluous power from the external equipment – though it was not so important.
Throughout this gradual upgrade, Li Ming had completely mastered his skills, understanding both their nature and the reason behind them.
In their conversation, Li Ming spoke, and Li Dingguo learned. Li Dingguo had an excellent foundation in martial arts and learned very quickly.
Within an hour of exchanging ideas, Li Dingguo had made significant progress.
He attempted a sword thrust and, although he could not yet mobilize his full strength, he was already stronger than before.
Isn't the art of war about such constant improvements?
