Chapter 31: Who is the Praying Mantis, Who is the Oriole
“Crackle, crackle…”
The fire burned fiercely. Leng Jing was cooking porridge, the blindfolded Qian Jiang was feeding horses, and the hunchbacked Old Xin was, as always, lifting his small gourd to drink wine.
“If Gu Shiyi recovered to his peak and fought me, roughly how much effort would he need to defeat me?”
Lin Lin suddenly asked Nie Nie.
Hearing the question, everyone looked over.
Even Yun Zhenbian, who was dozing off nearby, looked at Nie Nie with great interest.
Old Xin frowned and pondered for a moment before saying, “That kid looks sickly and his true qi isn’t full yet, but he probably has thirty or forty percent of his peak strength. Calculating like that… if he recovers to his peak, he’d probably need seventy or eighty percent of his strength to beat you.”
“Eighty percent,” Leng Jing suddenly chimed in, speaking with crisp severity.
“Seventy percent,” the blindfolded Qian Jiang said with a faint smile.
“Brother Qian, you’re looking down on me a bit,” Lin Lin said, dissatisfied.
Qian Jiang smiled and shook his head. “Once true qi is full, the increase in strength is massive. The speed of a single horse pulling a carriage and two horses pulling a carriage might not differ much, but the momentum of two horses will far exceed that of one.”
“That’s true. Under the infusion of tyrannical true qi, the power of profound techniques will also soar. Didn’t someone with dual dantians appear in the jianghu before? He made quite a name for himself back then, even defeating an Eighth-grade martial artist as a Seventh-grade.”
