"Go head-to-head with Divine Weapons and Sharp Blades? That's impossible, isn't it?" Mu Xiaowan's eyes widened. She couldn't fathom how a body of flesh and blood could withstand the sharp edges of sabers and swords without injury, let alone Divine Weapons and Sharp Blades. The thought was simply inconceivable.
Chen Cheng smiled. "I've only heard rumors myself. I don't know the specifics."
"Brother Cheng, with your current strength, can you crush solid rock like they can?" Mu Xiaowan asked, a little curious.
Chen Cheng looked down at his palm, then shook his head and answered honestly, "I could probably crush a piece of rock, but I couldn't reduce it to dust just by gripping it like they did."
At this point, the toughness of Chen Cheng's skin was only slightly greater than that of cowhide. Even if he had enough strength, he couldn't grip a solid piece of rock and reduce it to dust.
"Who are you?"
