"Brother, you've trained your martial arts to the marrow and even beyond?" Zhang Muzhi and others, having practiced martial arts themselves, knew about the overt, covert, and transformative aspects, "Rumors claim that reaching the marrow makes one fearless against guns; I thought it was an exaggeration, but it turns out to be true."
Su Jie handed the gun back to Lao Qi, who also gave a thumbs up: "Such a great master!"
"I've trained a bit."
Su Jie casually said, "And you?"
Zhang Muzhi took a while, then slowly sighed, "We can't improve further, after all, our hearts aren't pure, and martial arts won't save this scarred world."
Su Jie didn't respond, knowing that in this era, martial arts, apart from ensuring personal safety, really had no significant role.
As long as the mental shackles of the people on this land aren't broken, even the strongest martial force would only lead to the rise of another emperor.
"Then, I'll see you when the time comes."
