"Just a little bit, just a little bit!"
Lu Chenzhou, lost in his boxing, couldn't wait to break through to the Fourth Realm; only in this way could he integrate and bring forth the True Skill Level boxing technique, otherwise, the Divine Seed would not be able to successfully merge.
In his anxiety, a deep Tiger Roar awakened him.
Lu Chenzhou looked at the Black Tiger as its form dissolved, like a drop of ink spreading through a water tank, the blackness diffusing to become an abstract Black Tiger painted by an artist, and then the Black Tiger transformed once more, into a black-clad Martial Artist whose face could not be seen.
The Martial Artist did not speak, but paid his respects to Lu Chenzhou with a slight fist-clasped salute.
First salute, then fight!
Swoosh! Before Lu Chenzhou could react, the black-clad Martial Artist turned into a stream of ink light, and a punch that seemed plain and unadorned but contained countless meanings and Fist Theories was hurled out!
