Long ago, a mischievous monkey asked his Patriarch for the Somersault Cloud; one flip carried him a hundred and eight thousand li.
Now, Zeng Anmin had achieved a Martial Arts breakthrough to the Third Rank. As he circulated the Martial Arts Aura within his body, each exhalation of aura carried him half a li.
Though compared to Monkey Brother, he was still a tiny speck of trash.
Zeng Anmin was already immensely satisfied.
After gaining the combat power of a Third Rank Martial Artist, he had completely mastered the strength in every part of his body. Every shred and fraction lay within his calculations.
With a lift of his head, mountains and rivers all fell within his gaze.
Birds swept across the sky, staring fearfully at the human who had suddenly appeared, chirping noisily without pause.
"Ha!!"
Zeng Anmin could not be bothered with those birds.
His gaze turned solemn. He raised both hands above his head and flew flat through the air in a prone position.
An exceedingly standard Ultraman flying pose.
I must look insanely cool right now.
Zeng Anmin thought smugly.
Guanglingzi on the ground raised his head with a puzzled expression.
He watched Zeng Anmin soaring freely through the air.
He murmured, "This posture for flying through the air is rather rare."
"Neither martial, nor Dao, nor Buddhist... How have I never seen it before..."
Zeng Anmin discovered that after reaching the Third Rank with the Golden Finger's help, the Martial Arts Aura within his body seemed to be inexhaustible.
Not to mention anything else, merely flying through the air did not consume much of his Martial Arts Aura.
"Going by this rate of consumption, I should be able to fly nonstop for five shichen without resting."
"After five shichen, I only need to