The Ex-Con Who Conquered the World novel Chapter 83

As the darts flew, Robert's true energy surged. His meridians were open—Peak Meridian Opening realm.

Even a cultivator with a single open meridian at Peak Meridian Opening could crush a secular Transformed Sect Grandmaster with ease. Someone with two meridians? Multiple? They could do it without breaking a sweat.

Robert had only one. But that still put him in rarefied air. True cultivators were rare. Most people never opened a single meridian in their entire lives.

In his estimation, Stefan—young, inexperienced—might be at Early Meridian Opening. Maybe.

Robert was Peak. Plus he had poison. The math was simple.

The darts flew. Robert's hand transformed into a claw, true energy coiling around his fingers, aimed at Stefan's throat.

Then, Stefan was gone.

Robert blinked. Stefan had dodged—not just dodged, but moved like a ghost, closing the distance impossibly fast.

How?

No time to think. His claw shot forward, aimed at Stefan's neck.

Stefan's fist came up to meet it.

The impact shook the air. Robert's fingers—three of them—bent the wrong way.

"AHHH—!"

Robert stumbled backward, clutching his ruined hand, his face contorted in agony and disbelief.

"Your true energy—how is it this powerful?! You're only at Meridian Opening!"

"Meridian Opening is not the same for everyone." Stefan's voice was calm, almost bored. He took a step forward.

Robert's mind raced. A terrible possibility surfaced. "How many meridians have you opened?"

"Not many." Stefan's voice was flat. "Just nine."

Stefan's voice stayed calm. Almost like he was stating the obvious. Like opening nine meridians was no big deal.

Nine meridians?

And he says that's not many?

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