He knew that his opponent was incredibly strong, capable of catching his punch without injury and still looking confident.
He assessed that the silver-haired youth had extraordinary physique, possessing strength slightly over eight thousand jin, almost qualifying as a mutant. If nurtured with Six Imperial Heart Sutra and Tathagata Sutra, he would surely enter that realm quickly.
Yu Zhuohan lifted his head amidst the night mist, his whole body becoming translucent, mysterious patterns seemed to spread and expand within his flesh, his body gleaming with silver light.
Qin Ming, undeterred by whatever confidence he had, took a step forward, crossing the uneven wilderness swiftly, and with a press of his palm forward.
Yu Zhuohan's body seemed to emit a silver-white flame, his aura totally transformed; he once again dared to clash directly, generating terrifying fist light.
