"Lumbering fool, in terms of horizontal training, the name of our Northwest Thunder Temple shakes the world. I hope you won't disappoint me."
The Arhat laughed heartily, gazing excitedly at the woodman, his eyes filled with glee.
With a loud shout, his muscles instantly tightened, and his large monk robe suddenly tore apart.
Chunks of menacing muscles were exposed, containing unimaginably terrifying destructive power.
"You better not die too fast."
The Arhat roared and charged towards the woodman.
He stepped on the plank walkway, causing it to crack inch by inch, and he rushed towards the woodman like a war chariot.
Hard Qi Gong relies on pure power.
In this world, some excel in techniques, while others rely purely on strength.
On the battlefield, the ability to kill is supreme; no matter the style, surviving till the end is what counts.
"Don't go over there, you're no match for him."
Liu Nuyan yelled, unable to contain his inner curses.
