Unexpectedly, the person slowly shook his head, expressing denial:
"Back then, Meng Chuan's Qi Blood cultivation lagged far behind this Motohiko, but now Meng Chuan has completely surpassed him, leaving the latter with not a shred of hope for victory."
"Really? Is there any possibility...?"
"No possibility at all!"
Motohiko, who was teleported into the spiritual world, naturally couldn't hear this conversation.
But even if he did, he would just brush it off with a smile.
Not only Meng Chuan was growing; at this moment, he, too, was a Martial Arts Master with a strong heart!
Gazing at the formidable enemy in front of him, even though his inner emotions surged like a river, his face remained impassive.
Only the tiger eyes, with pupils condensed to the size of soybeans, stayed alert.
As the tiger's fury soared skyward, Motohiko secretly activated the Unity of Dharma and Form, revealing a Tiger Head General clad in black armor.
