Embodying Myriad Traits, I Will Ultimately Become Immortal

Even Martial Arts Grandmasters and masters of the fist styles they specialized in might not have comprehended them as deeply as he had.

He was no longer the fledgling martial artist he had once been. He had no need for some great epiphany.

The process of breaking the limit of a low-grade true martial art fist technique was more like spring wind turning into rain—natural and effortless.

He gradually tensed his body, contracted it, then tensed it again. Veins surfaced beneath his skin, then vanished.

After repeating this cycle several times, he had completely adapted to the Flood Dragon Tendons now added to his body.

With the Flesh Bloom, all mutations involving flesh and skin would be swiftly digested and absorbed.

There would be no ridiculous spectacle like a child unable to steady a weapon in his hands.

A sudden surge in strength, taking one step and having his foot sink into the ground so deeply he could not pull it free—those were all signs of insufficient control over one's own power.

He straightened his body again and threw a long punch like a heavy cannon blast.

Power traveled from his shoulders and neck to his upper arm, then down to his forearm.

Passing through those three checkpoints was like having rocket thrusters installed at each one.

His great tendons boosted the force as it traveled layer by layer, rising joint by joint.

His heavy fist swung toward the sky at a forty-five-degree angle. With a sharp hiss, the air was brutally forced apart before rushing back together, the currents churning and trembling.

Across the azure heavens, a white trail like the contrail of a jet plane streaked out in response, lingering for a long while.

Birds and beasts scattered through the mountains and forests as thunder exploded atop the