Immersed in this realm, Zhu Bufan completely forgot himself, each punch and kick natural and fluid, like an antelope hanging by its horns, untraceable.
At first, Zhu Bufan's movements lacked any force, but soon, guided by an unknown force, the Cold Ice Internal Energy in his body began to circulate slowly with his movements.
A faint blue light enveloped Zhu Bufan's hands, and the originally silent courtyard suddenly stirred with a slight breeze.
Whoosh whoosh...
The wind grew stronger, and Zhu Bufan's movements became swift and powerful, bursting through the breeze with a fierce breaking sound.
As Zhu Bufan sped up his movements, the Cold Ice Technique inside him crazily accelerated as if it had a booster attached.
Following that, Zhu Bufan's whole skin took on a bizarre blood-red color; unexpectedly, the Hanhai Tide Technique began to operate on its own without him realizing.
Oh…
A stabbing intense pain emerged all over Zhu Bufan's body.
