"What's Soul Power?" Duomo asked, clearly unfamiliar with the term.0

Cassius smiled slightly. "How old do you think I am?"0

"Thirty-five? Thirty? Twenty-eight?" Cassius shook his head slightly at each of Duomo's suggestions. Duomo’s eyes widened in disbelief. "You’re not over forty, are you?"0

So, this Soul Power really works, huh? Does it help to maintain physical functions as well as a youthful appearance? Duomo's imagination was running wild, but it seemed like a reasonable hypothesis to him.0

Cassius shook his head slightly, exasperated. "Back at Mirror Lake, when we first sparred, didn’t you say I hadn’t even reached thirty? Guess younger."0

"No way. Are you saying you’re under twenty-five?!"0

"Twenty-four."0

Duomo was so shocked that his eyes were practically falling out of its sockets. After their last two encounters, he realized Cassius's strength was on par with his, if not slightly better. Duomo himself was a prodigy, trained by the Three-Eyed Mad Lion Sect since he was a child. Now at thirty-one, he had reached the limit of the second-level accelerated blood flow and was just a step away from breaking through the bottleneck and advancing to a pugilist at the major culmination stage.0

When that happened, the three nodes of accelerated blood flow would form a stable loop, allowing his energy and blood to remain robust. This prevented a Covert Martial Artist from declining with age, slowing the loss of energy and blood.0

Typically, this decline began around the age of thirty-five. A Covert Martial Artist had to reach the major culmination stage of a pugilist before then if they wanted to continue progressing and unlocking the mysteries of even higher stages in the years to come.0

At thirty-one, Duomo had already achieved significant success and was considered a top talent in his sect. But here stood Cassius who, at just twenty-four, was already on equal footing with him and was seven years younger than him to boot!0

This guy was no prodigy; he was a mons...0