Jiang Shi transmigrated into the final years of a dynasty, a time when armies were in revolt, demons ran rampant, and ordinary people could barely count on making it through the day.
Fortunately, he awakened a talent that increased his strength by 100 pounds every day.
So he kept his head down and passed the days quietly. Even without knowing how to cultivate, his strength kept growing by leaps and bounds.
Three years later.
Jiang Shi looked at the peerless swordsman flying toward him with a sword on his back, picked up a small stone, and casually tossed it. Like a shooting star, it knocked the man out of the sky on the spot.
“That's it? This is what you call a master? He can't even fend off a little stone of mine.”
Jiang Shi said.
