Boom boom boom!
A calm air filled the spacious training ground, punctuated only by the whisper of wind slicing through the stillness. Sam, a figure exuding an air of discerning composure, glanced disdainfully at the martial technique before him. "'Divine Acacia Power'? How mediocre," he mused, his voice carrying the weight of critical assessment. The notion that this cultivation method dared to label itself 'Divine' left him unimpressed. In his estimation, the mystic power it purported to offer was truly wanting and of little value.
Zhang Guanyu, undeniably formidable, commanded respect for his prowess. However, Sam discerned that Zhang's imposing strength stemmed primarily from his bone-forging stage cultivation. As for the 'Divine Acacia Power' that Zhang had mastered, it indeed generated a substantial true essence, albeit tinted by impurities.