Fight!
Meng Chuan's fist, stripped of many enhancements, had no particular features.
But it emphasized one word—heavy!
Exceptionally heavy.
His Fist Skill moved like a mountain quivering, falling as if a mountain collapsing.
His footwork shifted, like a great mountain moving horizontally, quick as a rainbow while never losing that prominent heft.
A vast, boundless feeling that was awe-inspiring, power displayed on him to the fullest!
In fierce combat in the high skies, his posture seemed like the thickest earth, every move resonating loudly, effective!
"Uh... this kid!"
The observer, Black Axe, was genuinely moved at this moment, realizing he had underestimated him.
At this moment, Cang Qiu was like a mirror, also a sharpening stone, as Meng Chuan honed his various 'primitive techniques', continuously integrating with the Martial Arts path.
