Under Yi Beidou's gaze, both Wang Chen and Shu Xuanji felt immense pressure.
But they were, after all, the champions of this martial tournament. They would not shrink back under such circumstances. Instead, their fighting spirit was ignited.
They wanted to know just how far the human body could go after Ascension.
"I'll be the first to test your skills!"
Wang Chen's eyes flashed as he took a sudden step forward, pushing against Yi Beidou's aura.
ROAR!!
His Qi, blood, organs, muscles, and sinews resonated in unison, like the roar of a Divine Dragon.
The form and intent of his Fist Technique were utterly unique.
His hands were like an eagle's talons, his form that of a fierce tiger, his aura that of a male lion, his eyes like a cunning rabbit, and his legs like a swift swallow. He had fused a multitude of forms and intents into one.
Somehow, he had masterfully combined a variety of temperaments—steadiness, ferocity, agility, and sharpness—all within himself.
