The last box looked very ordinary. There were no patterns or carvings on it. After Ao Li opened it, he was slightly startled, because there was only a piece of scrap paper inside, and on it were short words in blood that had already turned black:

I'm about to die, and I wanted to leave behind my own skills, but external skills are really simple, so simple that it's beyond anyone's imagination. What it requires is not skills, let alone so-called secret skills. What it really requires is willpower, like steel.

will, and the cruel training of the body.

The blood words that followed on the cloth made Ao Li's body tremble slightly.

I have been able to fight against first-level warriors, but I have lost to cultivators. However, I believe that if I can continue my life, I will be able to break the cultivators' necks one day.

The power of cultivation has long gone beyond the scope of martial arts, it is Dharma.

That kind of power is the roar of the waves, the roar of the wind, and the raging of the lava. If the body can resist, if the power can be broken, if the speed can be surpassed, then even if you face cultivators, you will have nothing to fear.

I'm not willing to give in...I came into contact with them too early...

At the bottom of the remnant cloth, the head of the family, whose generation I don't know, left a vermilion note with only two words, arrogant.

ps: The link is above, ^_^, brothers, go check it out...
Chapter completed!