Qin Feng's fists flew like meteors, his body a raging gale. Having cast aside the thousand-pound Ancient Bronze Tripod, his strength was simply beyond belief.
He threw a punch, and it was as if a gale of wind and thunder surged forth to sweep across the land. The Fist Technique was profound, and its chaotic power made the four men stagger, throwing their Saber Technique into complete disarray.
Qin Feng was not boasting. He had long since mastered the Clear Wind Spirit Refining Stake and the Gale Bone-Forging Fist to the level of Great Success, seizing the opportunity to comprehend the Wind Realm. In his hands, the simple Gale Bone-Forging Fist seemed to come alive, its very essence realized, transforming into a natural, world-sweeping gale. He was a god within the wind, commanding the gales, moving among them with ghostly unpredictability. It was as if his body had become one with the wind from his fists.
