It was the eldest disciple—Meng Boshang.
Of all the people Xue Jing had encountered in reality thus far, he was the strongest existence, bar none.
"Although I don't know exactly how strong the eldest disciple is, I've experienced his moves up close and could generally simulate them," he said.
Xue Jing nodded as he watched the imposing figure standing motionless before him.
The data was insufficient for this eldest disciple, causing some 'distortion,' making it difficult to fully reproduce his entire strength, but there was already a basic model; at least it could restore the strength he had shown on the day he took on Jiao Hongyuan.
"Next, it's my turn."
Xue Jing took a deep breath, stepped in front of the 'eldest disciple,' and readied himself.
His gaze sharpened as he channeled his energy, and the sound of a dragon's roar emanated from within him.
Spiral indentations appeared, climbing up and down his arms.
"Body, let me see your limit."
