The crimson dragon and black tiger phantoms around Li Bufan suddenly solidified at that instant. The sounds of dragon roars and tiger howls exploded from his body as though tangible, crimson dragon patterns and black tiger markings intertwining across his skin before finally forming a Dragon-Tiger armor that covered his entire body.
The armor was condensed from pure blood vitality. Dragon scales and tiger markings crisscrossed its surface, two dragon-horn-like protrusions extending from its shoulders, while a roaring tiger face rested upon its chest, radiating the oppressive aura of an ancient ferocious beast.
This was a technique he had comprehended only after mastering the Dragon-Tiger Golden Body Art: condensing blood vitality into substantial armor. It could use the power of dragon and tiger to deflect attacks while defending, and pour all that power into his fists and feet while attacking.
He stamped down fiercely, his body becoming a streak of light as he shot toward Ruan Zhili. The Dragon Tiger Fist struck out again, its Dragon Soars, Tiger Leaps momentum even sharper than before, as if a true crimson dragon and black tiger were roaring from his fists and pouncing upon their prey.
Seeing the Dragon-Tiger armor on Li Bufan, a flicker of surprised admiration passed through Ruan Zhili's eyes. Then, unwilling to be outdone, he too activated his Dragon-Tiger Golden Body Art.
Though his body was massive as a mountain, his movements were exceptionally nimble. Every step seemed to accumulate some invisible force. The arena beneath his feet trembled faintly beneath those power-gathering strides, each step making his aura deeper and heavier.
Clouds followed the dragon, wind followed the tiger. Every step he took came with a deep dragon's roar and the sound of wind, as though the very phenomena of heaven and earth changed with his movements.
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