The pressure Daoist Black Leg exuded with each slow step was undeniable. Each placement of his foot made the stage vibrate as if the ground itself feared his legs.
The crowd began to argue loudly.
"He looks weak!"
"That is Daoist Black Leg! He nearly reached the finals last time!"
"That was four thousand years ago! Look at him, he looks like a stick!"
"You fool! Slim does not mean weak in body cultivation!"
On Lin Mu's side, Elyon sniffed the air. "The black essence around his body… it smells like compressed Immortal Essence mixed with the aura of his cultivation technique. He has broken and reforged his bones dozens of times."
Lin Mu nodded thoughtfully. "An extreme-path cultivator. Many lose their lives following such methods."
Cattaleya planted her feet and looked him over before laughing outright.
"What in the world happened to you?" she said. "Did your cultivation technique eat your muscles?"
The thin man chuckled without offense and bowed lightly.
