Li Hao had always nursed a question in his heart. He couldn’t help but voice it when Wang Ming mentioned the topic again at this time.0

“Ole Wang, you keep saying that you’re a genius. How do supernaturals define what a genius is?” He was very curious about this.1

Did fast progress make for a genius? Some possessed a lot of mysterious power, some very little. It depended on one’s family background—those with power or money could obtain a lot of mysterious power. Absorbing a vast sum of energy resulted in a speedy rate of improvement. Was that a genius?1

Didn’t that make for a sloppy definition of a genius?0

“Are you doubting me?” Wang Ming grew anxious.0

“No, I’m genuinely curious.”0

The handsome young man snorted, visibly dissatisfied. But knowing that Li Hao was truly in the dark, he explained, “Supernatural geniuses are determined by several different dimensions. First, the efficacy of mysterious power absorption. For example, I can retain 0.7 cube of one cube of metal mysterious power. Only 0.3 cube will dissipate as waste.”1

Li Hao raised...0