“What? Three minutes?!” Upon hearing that, Abigail was dumbfounded.
Didn’t he say it took ordinary martial artists a year or more to achieve the basic level?
Even she, a once–in–a-century genius, took a day to cultivate her internal energy. To achieve it in a day was already worthy of being called a prodigy.
Yet Dustin achieved it in three minutes?
What should she call him A monster?
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