Xiu Yao said: "Because I will graduate next year, this is your last chance to prove yourself against me. You'd better not hold back and regret it later."
Zhao Zedong cried out: "Who needs you to say that?"
His expression turned serious as he took off his robe, leaving only his bare upper body and black shorts. Scars crossed the defined muscles of his chest and arms. With the robe gone, the marks of his training were plain to everyone watching. He had arrived in a new realm, but the work behind that breakthrough was written on his body as well.
"Thump!" Zhao Zedong took one stomp forward, spread his arms while clawing his fingers, and channeled his Theríon and muttered: "Crimson Crow Technique: Blazing Fist."
Theríon within both of his palms sparked and wreathed his claws in flame.
"Whoosh!" In the next moment, Zhao Zedong appeared in front of Xiu Yao and drove a flaming fist toward his face.
