The martial arts momentum of the Xingyi Sect practitioner, Lu Zhuxiao, subtly borrows a sliver of heavenly might.
Consolidating the metal of the Five Elements completely at the spear tip, it invokes a true aura of deathly stillness.
Meng Chuan's forearm trembled, transmitting the vibration to his upper arm, and as his eyes suddenly narrowed, the pitch-black arm armor cracked inch by inch, gradually losing its color.
He abruptly sank down into a seated posture, Meng Chuan stretched tendons and pulled bones, as if about to enter a state of liberation.
He wanted to test if his ultimate form could defeat Master Lu.
Yet, he saw the golden stream of light halt before him, and with a wave from Lu Zhuxiao, it vanished with a roar.
"Did you sense it? This is the power of my martial arts momentum, expressed through a weapon.
You are not far from the second limit. I'll train with you at that time. Let's stop here for today."
"Student understands."
