Su Mo knew Feng Long's sudden seriousness likely stemmed from sensing the resemblance between his current self and the "Almighty Su" of his memories. He shook his head, quickly clearing his mind.
Over the past eight years, although his counterpart in this timeline had left, the psychic energy water well he left for the territory had been producing continuously, helping to build up its foundation. As the commander of the Third Army, Feng Long's status naturally earned him a considerable share of psychic energy water. Thanks to this, while his physical attributes hadn't yet reached the realm of an interstellar human, he stood at the absolute pinnacle of humans on Earth—the top 0.1 percent.
This was undoubtedly much stronger than Su Youzong's body, even after its enhancement from the game. Under such circumstances, using weapons would only amplify this gap. He would actually be better off fighting barehanded.
"Alright, you can warm up first. I'll give you the first strike!"
