Victory

Zhou You felt that he needed to set his mindset straight.

Things had been going too smoothly for him lately. After breaking through to the Triple Heaven, he had acknowledged his ancestry and returned to the clan, following Zhou Nanwang back to the capital.

His standing had suddenly risen into an unfamiliar sphere. Before his eyes were all top-tier aristocratic families like the Zhou Family, along with grandmasters such as the Three Lords, Uncle Wang, and Zhou Tianyuan.

Yet he had overlooked the fact that his own foundation was insufficient. From his rise in Northern Xuan Prefecture until now, only a few short decades had passed.

Even with the System Panel giving him cheats, those aristocratic families had developed over countless generations. Every generation had produced outstanding talents; even the most mediocre fist art could be refined until it turned decay into magic.

What was more, their inheritances had been passed down through generations, bound by bloodline. They naturally held back more than the master-disciple transmissions of the common folk.

There were surely more than tens of thousands of clansmen in Zhou Kuai's generation, yet he had risen above the rest and made Zhou Tianyuan willing to fall out with others to protect him. He definitely had something exceptional about him.

Not only was he at the Strong Martial Third Heaven, equal to Zhou You, he had also mastered an extraordinarily profound secret move of the Zhou Family Fist.

This move, Planet Setter, was like a fatal strike aimed at a snake's seventh inch, landing squarely on the deadly point.

If Zhou Kuai's fingertip struck his chest or abdomen, then even a Golden Body would be breached on the spot, leaving him gravely wounded and at death's door.

"Huff, huff!"

Zhou You took a deep breath. A large cluster of