The disparity in talent was enough to make one despair.
Throughout ancient and modern times, countless individuals have embarked on the path of Martial Arts, as numerous as the carps crossing the river.
But how many could be called Grandmasters?
A scarce few, indeed!
And he was among those rare few.
This was the trait of a Master of Fist Skill.
In the practice of Boxing, he possessed enough merit to start his own school and establish a lineage.
In less than a moment,
After consuming various supplements and Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, Jiang Ning started to feel a surge of Qi-Blood and a burning sensation all over his body.
"No good!"
"I need to practice my Boxing, Bone Forging!"
As soon as the words fell,
Jiang Ning stuffed the forty-year-old Wild Ginseng into his mouth.
With a single movement, he stepped outside the room.
As he opened the door, his cheeks moved up and down a few times, swallowing the piece of Wild Ginseng into his belly.
At this moment,
