Liu Xinming watched Xu Zhiming's performance and vaguely felt that something was off.
There was suspicion in the kid's eyes, not the expression of someone who had gained an insight.
Then again, with the Wind Thunder Fist at the Sixth Level, being able to comprehend the Seventh Level already meant his comprehension was quite good.
Comprehend an Eighth Level of his own on top of that?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Liu Xinming did not look away. Ten demonstrations of the Heavenly Thunder Fist could last at most half an hour.
He would know after half an hour.
Liu Xinming did not pay much attention for the time being. He could afford to wait half an hour.
Inside the Secret Chamber.
Xu Zhiming had no idea that every one of his movements was being watched.
Of course, even if someone was watching him, it did not matter.
Having people glance at him while he practiced martial arts would not make him lose a few chunks of flesh.
Xu Zhiming stared fixedly at the Heavenly Thunder Fist.
The more he watched, the more he felt that something was different.
Watching the dancing Thunder Serpent, the Heavenly Thunder Fist gave him a domineering will, as though it could shatter through all gloom and darkness.
If Liu Xinming knew what Xu Zhiming was thinking right now, he would definitely cry out, "Monster!"
True King Wind Thunder's Heavenly Thunder Fist was famed for its dominance. Even among A-grade Martial Skills, few could rival it.
The more Xu Zhiming watched, the more he felt that this was its true meaning.
He hesitated, wondering whether he should take the path of dominance.
If he wished, he could now follow the Heavenly Thunder Fist and comprehend the Eighth Level of the Wind Thunder Fist.
``` You watched the A-grade