章 1189: Suppressed

"Uh… That'll be too much to ask." Lu Zhengjun shook his head and sighed.

Chu Li mentioned, "The more people I battle with, the quicker my Great Heaven-deriving Sword will improve."

"... Alright, I'll try," Lu Zhengjun replied.

He was rather hesitant but Lu Zhengjun decided to give it a shot when he saw Chu Li's determination. If those disciples were to leave disappointed after exchanging blows with Chu Li, Chu Li could only blame himself for being incompetent.

Chu Li gave Lu Zhengjun a fist salute before continuing with his cultivation. He cultivated the Fillip Swift Thunder from the first to the sixth level, then rinsed and repeated until he could do it in one shot.

Normally, one could only advance a level at a time as the route for one level itself was quite complex. The mental strength needed to cultivate six levels in one shot was beyond one's imagination.