Great Qin: The Strongest Martial Arts, Crushing the Blood-Clothed Marquis from the Start

In a chaotic age of seven kingdoms, the Hundred Schools of Thought contend with one another.

Swordsmen compare sword intent, sorcerers compare curse seals. Everyone has their own fancy tricks.

Only in Tianze, the Red-Browed Dragon Serpent's band, is there an oddball.

Shen Mo, a good-for-nothing grunt with no inner power.

He does just one thing every day: toughen his body.

People mock him: “Train all you like, can you stop a flying sword from a hundred paces away? Can you withstand the forbidden arts of Yin and Yang?”

Looking at the prompt on his status screen, [One day of training = one year of cultivation], Shen Mo only smiles without a word.

After one month, his bones are like iron. He takes a punch from Wushuang Gui head-on, then knocks him out with a throw.

After three months, his blood and vitality surge like a dragon. A breath of hot air from his mouth scatters Flame Spirit Ji's flames.

After six months, he becomes impervious to harm, his body attaining sainthood!

When a top-ranked assassin from the Web of the Earth attacks, sword energy fills the sky.

Shen Mo doesn't draw his sword. He simply takes the stance of “Iron Mountain Lean.”

Boom!

The air explodes, and the assassin is blasted into a cloud of blood along with his sword.

Wei Zhuang's hand trembles slightly around Shark-Tooth. “Senior Brother, the Ghost Valley classics never recorded a monster like this, did they?”

Shen Mo relaxes from his stance.

“All those flashy tricks mean nothing. In the face of absolute power, all are equal.”