Subduing a manifested form with bare fists

The spectators from Central City's various parties saw the changes in Long Xiang's body. Some were deeply shocked; even looking at him like this gave them a sense of something inhuman.

Most of the higher-ups, however, remained relatively composed. They knew that once someone reached the level of a Fighter, he could no longer be regarded as an ordinary human.

The liaison aboard the airship swallowed at the sight of Long Xiang, then stole a glance at Prabhakar. With the master's tall, elongated figure right there in plain sight, perhaps this was not so hard to accept either.

Chen Chuan looked ahead a few times and could tell that Long Xiang had gained more than sheer size. The domain field around him had expanded several rings as well. His physical capabilities must have received a considerable boost.

But that was nothing extraordinary. When he had fought Wei Guochang, his opponent had likewise manifested a six-armed form. Which was stronger was hard to say. Yao Zhiyi had told him back then that his fierce, forceful power severely countered Wei Guochang's skill-based approach, preventing him from bringing his full strength to bear.

Combat ability could not be ranked by apparent strength alone. It depended on strategy and performance in the moment. But there was one point that could not be overlooked...

As he stared at his opponent, Long Xiang suddenly clenched a fist. A great swath of blue light flashed across it, and in the next instant, that light crossed hundreds of meters and rushed before him.

With a boom, Chen Chuan stayed where he was and casually swatted apart the mass of highly condensed spiritual flame. Immediately afterward, he saw Long Xiang's body rapidly swelling in his vision.

He fixed his gaze on that mass of blue flame and kicked toward