"What? Three minutes?" Upon hearing that, Abigail was dumbfounded.

Didn't he say it took ordinary martial artists a year or more to achieve the basic level? Even she, a once-in-a-century genius, took a day to cultivate her internal energy. To achieve it in a day was already worthy of being called a prodigy. Yet Dustin achieved it in three minutes? What should she call him?

A monster?

A freak?

At this moment, she felt deeply shocked. Her earlier bit of pride evaporated into thin air.

"Are you... kidding me?" Abigail couldn't accept it.

"Why would I lie to you? I gain nothing from it." Dustin shrugged and said calmly, "Besides, it's just talent. It doesn't represent strength. This world is never lacking in geniuses. The path of martial arts is arduous and long. To become a true powerhouse, both talent and effort are indispensable."

"I understand! I'll work hard and catch up to you soon!" Abigail clenched her fist. Then she decisively ran upstairs and began her intense training.