Yet another Mo Wen?

Wang Zhong stood up, brushed off the rock chips on his body, tore away the tattered remnants of his shirt, before walking out from the pit.

"Oh my god! It seems that Wang Zhong did not receive any serious injury at all! This is truly too inconceivable!" Ruo Zhi could not help but exclaim loudly. He did not believe that All Mouthy King would collapse that easily. Nevertheless, he definitely wouldn't be feeling good.

The few injuries present on his chest had already become faint scars...

"Sorry. It's a rare chance to meet one of the legendary 10 Great Divine Weapons, so my curiosity got the better of me." said Wang Zhong.

Muscle memory was undoubtedly an excellent method for adaptation. However, one would require a fleshly body and Soul Sea that could endure such attacks.