This fist skill could break the limit as early as when the first limit's six apertures reached perfection.
But to avoid wasting Qi and blood, I restrained myself earlier, stopping right at the edge of challenge.
...
The sky cleared up, and there was an open space on Lishan Mountain.
Meng Chuan's fists tightened in a virtual grip, with Qi and blood surging like mercury, roaring like thunder in his meridians.
After the second limit, his power became even more exaggerated.
The enhancement of his overall body functions was akin to evolving from a four-cylinder engine to an eight-cylinder one, making the burst of power incomparable.
The difference in Qi and blood was not much from before, but with a stronger body.
His right fist, enhanced by terrifying speed, completely turned into a scarlet lightning, flashing instantly in brilliance.
The forceful wind hadn't dissipated, and the next punch followed closely.
Straight, swing, hook punch!
Whip, kick, stamp leg!
