"Come."
Man Tao shouted loudly, his voice rumbling like thunder across the arena. "Let me see what kind of ability the person Little Cang thinks so highly of truly possesses."
As soon as the words fell, his aura surged.
"Tiger Form."
A giant tiger phantom rose behind him, fierce and overbearing.
In that instant, Man Tao's entire bearing changed. He no longer looked like a human cultivator, but like the king of beasts descending upon the battlefield. His muscles tensed, his eyes shone with savage light, and he lunged forward with a punch.
That punch was terrifying.
It carried the wild momentum of a tiger pouncing on its prey, as if it could topple mountains and split rivers with a single strike.
Facing such a punch, Li Yun did not draw his sword.
He did not even touch the hilt.
This time, he had no intention of using the Dao of the Sword.
He wanted to test his body.
He wanted to see how far the eighth stage of Ninefold Origin Flesh Scripture had truly brought him.
