"My disciple's comprehension is also among the very best. Without any guidance from me, he managed to grasp the basics of my Blazing Lion Fist within a month." Xiong Shi laughed heartily, unable to hide the pride and satisfaction in his voice. It was all recognition for Qin Ming.
"What fierce flames!" Golden Crocodile's eyes flashed sharply from the center of the battlefield. With his vast combat experience, he immediately saw that Qin Ming's Gray Wolf Fire was anything but ordinary.
Unhurried, he spread his arms wide, curled both hands into claws, and reached directly for the blazing golden threads filling the sky.
The instant the golden threads touched his bare palms, they transformed into clinging flames that wrapped tightly around his arms. The crimson-gold fire crackled and burst, spreading up his arms with a clearly audible sizzling sound.
The Gray Wolf Fire that could torment a Blazing Sun Beast with several thousand years of cultivation until it wished it were dead merely tickled Golden Crocodile.
His expression remained calm, without the slightest hint of pain. He casually swung his arms, each movement carrying immense physical force that shattered all the surrounding blazing golden threads. They broke apart inch by inch into sparks and vanished within the Blazing Flame Domain.
Golden Crocodile's lower body, meanwhile, remained as steady as a mountain from beginning to end, utterly unmoving.
Feeling the waves of heat rolling through the domain, Golden Crocodile burst into laughter and generously praised Qin Ming. "Not bad, kid. This self-developed Holy Light Silk of yours is impressive. If we were at the same level, dealing with this move alone would probably take more than half my focus."
But then Golden Crocodile paused and changed his tone. "However, you're still lacking a little if you want to force me back."