Wu Po Xing was not a man of flowery words. He received no oratorical training, nor did he need it. Under the crushing weight of his aura, every simple word he spoke struck the audience's hearts like a heavy hammer.
"A hundred years ago, during the Era of Great Cataclysm, the vicious beasts ran amok.
"The strongest among us had only just stepped onto the threshold of the General Rank."
He stopped suddenly, his eyes weighted.
"Now? The resources available to martial artists are beyond anything we could have imagined. You have your safety, unlimited guidance, and clear paths with no detours.
"Yet, in a hundred years, I've not seen any latecomers surpass their predecessors. Not a single new wave was strong enough to crash over the old!"
Wu Po Xing's disappointment was palpable as he swept his gaze across the venue. "Honestly, I… am very disappointed."
Qin Mu quietly clicked his tongue in the crowd.
Hundred of years
