Grandmaster, the limits of physical force, the pinnacle of Martial Arts.
Previous rumors always seemed exaggerated, like a frog at the bottom of a well looking up at the moon.
Today’s sight, finally reveals what it means to be a fleeting mayfly under the blue sky.
"This is a Grandmaster."
The elderly man in the robe is full of awe, while Wang Hanwen is already shocked beyond words.
The battle on the river surface seems like a scene from a movie, but why is the silhouette of that sturdy figure so familiar?
Distant Han Yue has the same expression, staring intensely at the two Grandmaster figures battling like myths several hundred meters away.
Trying hard to approach where Luo Yue and others are, but being stopped by the Security Officer, Sun Zhi asks curiously, and she barely manages a smile.
"It’s nothing, maybe I’m just seeing things."
How could it possibly be him?
Just a small supermarket cashier, absolutely impossible...
Dragon’s roar ceaseless, Tiger’s roar shaking the sky.
River surface waves churn, vortexes appear.
Visible are pillars of water exploding, as the middle-aged man in the pale blue robe is flung backwards again, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth.
True Intent Flying Dragon is bitten midair by the Red Tiger, his vitality declining significantly.
Face looking unpleasant, Lu Xinglong’s eyes show a trace of blood.
He had opened the Divine Soul, each move stronger than other Grandmasters, managing to unleash at least thirteen-fold power with tenfold strength.
Yet inexplicably, that ancient bronze silhouette remains like an immovable boulder, not only unimpaired in the least but also retaining surplus strength.
Step step step step step step step!
River water splashes, the color of ancient bronze already before his eyes.
Knowing this isn’t the time for distraction, Lu Xinglong seals with both hands again, halting the decline.
Dragon Crane reappears.
Injury inside rapidly recovers, the True Intent Flying Dragon wounded midair by bites breaks free from confinement.
If once cannot defeat you, then ten times, a hundred times!
I refuse to believe, are you truly without limits?
Instantly, fists and palms collide.
Water beneath their feet splashes explosively, along with fish, shrimp, and silt from the riverbed being affected.
Roaring, Lu Xinglong’s face flushes red, only feeling an onslaught of furious brute force threatening to destroy his body.
Blue and red Power mutually erode, surrounding water gathers then evaporates.
Veins bulge and tighten within the clash, suddenly feeling all his cells unusual lively, unraveling mysteries of Martial Arts that were elusive before.
In the blink of an eye, visible is blue Power heightening further, surrounding river waters forming vortices, as though a hidden dragon rests in the abyss, about to erupt.
Witnessing this scene, Giant Elephant Master and Jing Liu, who initially felt hopeful, stiffen their expressions, eyes slightly change.
The curly-haired young man at the side gently nods, revealing a faint smile.
"Seems the outcome is decided."
"It’s just a pity that Councilman Chu’s Nanjiang will lose a talent."
With a mocking tone, Chu Shihong frowns slightly.
Nearby, Qin Xiao acting as a bodyguard hastily activates the scanning module, quickly discovering that the blue Power in his vision appears unchanged, but actually energy fluctuations are extraordinary, continually rising.
The Flying Dragon Master high above finally relaxes his tense expression, tight brows gradually smoothening.
"This is truly the Divine Soul."
Not just the complete utilization of Qi often mentioned by ordinary people, flawless culmination.
It’s also the insight into one’s own Martial Arts, no more flaws.
It can be said, the seven-day Transformation only truly completes at this moment.
Thanks to that so-called Innate Dominance kid, perfectly tempered.
Lu Xinglong sneers with laughter, his blue Power contracting and then bursting, behind him the river erupts into endless water pillars, transforming into a massive Water Dragon.
True Intent Flying Dragon unites with it, dragon’s roar unceasing, pressure pervasive.
But facing such a scene, watching the Water Dragon bite forward.
Chen Feng’s expression is unmoved, only the red upon him changes, a flickering flame appears on the heart of the True Intent Red Tiger behind him.
Fangs and claws, the incoming True Water Dragon shatters explosively.
Water droplets splash everywhere, fist directly hits Lu Xinglong’s chest, shattering bones, shaking his heart.
Threads of flame infiltrate, the power of explosion hidden within.
"The weak often have an illusion...."
"Always feel, they can compete with me."