"Just a little more, just a little more!"
Lu Chenzhou was throwing punches with total abandon, desperate to break through to the Fourth Realm, only in this way could he master a True Skill-level Fist Technique—otherwise, the Divine Seed could never fuse successfully.
In his anxious state, a low tiger roar roused him back to awareness.
Lu Chenzhou looked toward the Black Tiger. The Black Tiger's body dissolved, like a drop of ink spreading through a tank of water, black spreading out, transforming into an ink-wash-style Black Tiger from an artist's brush, and then with a shake, it turned into a black-clad martial artist with an indistinct face.
The martial artist said nothing, just cupped his fist slightly in salute to Lu Chenzhou.
Courtesy before combat!
Swoosh! Before Lu Chenzhou could react, the black-robed martial artist turned into a streak of ink and slammed a punch at him—plain and simple on the surface, but brimming with countless hidden meanings and Fist Theory!
