Chapter 173
Han had sensed it from the start—Crimson Scale wasn't fighting at full power. But the extent of his restraint was unclear… until now.
As Crimson Scale's body became fully enveloped in thick, gleaming red scales, and his claws turned a dark, blood-red hue, everything clicked. He hadn't been using any real skill until this moment. Now, the mask was off.
"He's finally done holding back," Han muttered, narrowing his eyes.
Even so, Han didn't summon his beasts—not yet. He needed to see Crimson Scale's true power firsthand. Bending low, his spine arched like a predator about to pounce. His fingers curled like claws as heat flared around him.
"Fourth Jungle Art—Cheetah Stride: Flame Style," he whispered.
In an instant, infernos erupted beneath his feet, launching him forward like a missile. The air cracked as he blurred toward Crimson Scale, fist cocked back, ready to land a devastating blow.
