Qin Ziya smiled without a word. To Ta Ku, victory or loss was unimportant. All he wanted was to be known as number one in physical strength at the Seven Profound Martial House.
Ta Ku wanted to try his hardest and never give up.
“Lin Ming isn’t weak himself. I’m curious as to how high his level of strength is.”
The strength measuring pillar was quickly moved over, and affixed onto an array formation on stage. The black crystal strength measuring pillar quickly stood in the center of the martial stage, waiting. The light in the crystal pillar could go up 12 feet. Every foot represented 1000 jins.
Ta Ku took to the stage with a wry smile. “Junior-apprentice Brother Lin, I’ll be going first.”
“Alright, you go first.”