"Because of something, forcibly enhancing strength?" Li Muling was shocked.
"Are you saying they're high on drugs?"
Zhang Xiaomeng nodded, "Yeah."
From Zhang Xiaomeng's perspective, he could clearly see the opponent's heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys all seemed to be dominated by some special substance.
It could even produce qi.
And this qi was the True Qi that martial artists yearn for in their dreams.
"Can drugs make a person comparable to a traditional martial arts master with True Qi?"
Zhang Xiaomeng said indifferently, "The world is vast, and there are no wonders that do not exist."
"It's just that people like us are unaware of it."
"But that doesn't mean others can't do it."
Li Muling suspected Zhang Xiaomeng was deceiving her.
Zhang Xiaomeng continued, "Think carefully about the first level, the man with the dragon mask."
"What similar traits does he share with this person?"
