The more he thought about it, the more the black-clad man's anger boiled over, until he couldn't suppress it any longer and it erupted directly.
"Ge Cangtian, today I will see if you've made any progress in these ten years."
With a roar, the black-clad man charged at Ge Cangtian, stepping forward as fiercely as a tiger breaking free from its cage, a gale at his face, roaring like a tiger in the mountains, leaping out of its confines to devour enemies.
His momentum overwhelming, the black-clad man soared into the sky, then punched down like an eagle striking the earth.
As he punched, the violent, boundless power of a middle-stage Mythical being radiated, coupled with a horrible force sweeping through the air, stirring numerous gales.
Even before the fist descended, a terrifying power rushed forth, as if a mountain was collapsing down from the sky, ready to crush one into paste.
"Not worth a strike."
