The words had barely left his mouth when a sudden, sizable commotion erupted from a nearby testing area.
A young man in an opulent silk Martial Arts uniform came to a stop before a pitch-black, humanoid target.
He clenched his fists, and his knuckles took on a heavy, metallic sheen.
"Quick, look! It's 'Iron Arm' Zhou Long!
The genius from the Zhou Family of Jiangbei City, here for advanced training. He's about to submit his optimization results!"
Someone murmured.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Zhou Long let out a sharp exhale and a shout. His fists shot out like cannonballs!
The force of his punches tore through the air with a piercing whistle. As his arms danced, they produced a series of clanging, metallic sounds, like steel cables being twisted together.
His fist technique was swift and ruthless, each strike landing with pinpoint accuracy on the humanoid target's critical joints.
"Isn't he optimizing that common-as-dirt *Iron Wire Fist*?
