The essence of martial arts was to become stronger, infinitely stronger, not for the sake of aggression.
It was to protect one's dignity when one is being oppressed.
It was to protect one's family and friends when they were in danger.
If martial arts did not have a constant meaning to maintain, no matter how strong one became, it would be like a good sword一reduced to a mere tool in the hands of others.
For the sake of the survival of the entire race, ants could carry things that were several times heavier than themselves.
For the sake of a belief, a martial artist could release energy that surpassed the limits of a human's own body!
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Wave after wave of energy was gradually released from Ye Xiao's body. The rain could no longer get close and was maintained at a distance. Then, that distance became one foot, two feet, ten feet, a hundred feet, a thousand feet...