"This..."
Zhou You also noticed the changes in his hands. Martial Force surged forth, forming tiger-striped patterns.
He was no stranger to them.
When the Great Village Fist group had come to challenge the school, Senior Disciple Brother Lu Qiang had displayed similar patterns when he fought.
He had assumed they were a unique trait of Blood Qi Martial Artists. He had never expected them to appear on him tonight.
Zhou You's instincts told him that these patterns possessed some profound function.
The Phantom Mask had been wearing a smug expression, but the moment it saw the patterns, its face changed at once.
"Tiger Baleful Intent. Looks like the martial arts school still has quite a few things it hasn't taught."
Zhou You drew a deep breath. His muscles tensed, and the patterns writhed and rose with them.
He felt that he had endured for long enough. He urgently wanted to unleash the strength throughout his body and tear the prey before him to pieces.
He immediately unleashed lv2 Basic Lightness Skill, leaping over the woman's head and pouncing down fiercely.
His speed far surpassed that of an ordinary Internal Force Martial Artist.
The Phantom Mask's true body was a wisp of smoke, coming and going without a trace, as swift as lightning. But after possessing a human body, it became much slower.
In the blink of an eye, Zhou You had reached above the woman's head. She raised her pitch-black claws and tore toward his chest.
Her movements were fast, her strikes vicious—three parts more ferocious than a wild beast in the mountains.
Zhou You's right fist struck the claw tips. The instant that icy aura emerged, it was wrapped around by patterns formed from Martial Force.
Sizzle, sizzle. The sound of red-hot iron searing flesh rang out.
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