Meng Chuan's thoughts shifted, and the wriggling of his body surface continued to shrink.
The bones and muscles made creaking sounds, and his entire figure slimmed down to a well-proportioned height of 1.89 meters.
Along with his aura retracting, the surging gray air currents around him also concealed themselves.
He exhaled softly, feeling the surging power within him perfectly suppressed.
Not overly ostentatious to draw attention, yet retaining the potential to explode at any moment.
Meng Chuan lowered his head to inspect himself, nodding with satisfaction.
This state is just right, allowing him to blend into daily life yet unleash all his combat power in an instant.
"This is not bad... although it's not as satisfying as knotted muscles, true power shouldn't just be on the surface."
The more skilled a martial artist is, the more casual they appear when not making a move.
