"Oh?"
Yu Han's eyebrow twitched slightly. "So, do you think Qin Feng can do it?"
"He can't."
Feng Zhiyu shook his head without a moment's hesitation. The corner of his mouth even twisted into a self-deprecating, bitter smile.
"First of all, for a Martial Artist who just reached Level 6, cultivating all the way to Level 9 in twenty years is, in itself, a near-impossible miracle."
"Second, even if he did manage a miracle and successfully advanced to Level 9, breaking into the top ten on a stage like the Starry Sky Cup, which is swarming with monsters, would require him to cultivate a massive number of slaughter techniques from different systems to the Control Realm. He would need a profound understanding of, and countermeasures for, hundreds or even thousands of different combat styles!"
"That takes real, grinding effort! It can only be achieved by piling up endless time and honing skills through countless life-or-death battles! There are no shortcuts!"
