Over the past two months, Ding Fan has indeed gained something; his physical strength is now several times that of before.
This is similar to his training at the Great Python Mountain. Being constantly torn by the tornado, his body's defensive capabilities have significantly strengthened. Ordinary warriors using swords probably can't pierce Ding Fan's body now.
"Great Python Mountain?"
At this moment, Ding Fan's heart suddenly stirred. He recalled his past training methods at Great Python Mountain, glancing around at the howling wind; his eyes became increasingly bright.
"In this world, all martial skills are invincible as long as they are fast. Could it be that the true insight within this tornado is the True Essence of Speed?"
Ding Fan mumbled something, then stopped caring about anything, sat on his Flying Divine Sword, and closed his eyes in contemplation.
