Above the lake.
Jiang Ning displayed the five fist intents one by one.
Tiger, bear, ape, deer, crane.
Of them, the Fire-Trapping Tiger possessed the greatest might.
Like a fierce tiger breaking free of its cage and shattering the cage within its heart, it was at the height of its momentum.
The towering flames carried the force to burn everything to ashes.
Not to mention its terrifying explosive power.
When he displayed the bear intent, Jiang Ning immediately felt infinitely strong, as though he possessed the power to move mountains.
But because he stood atop the ice, he felt as though he were stepping on cotton, leaving his heart unsettled. Of his full strength, he could only wield sixty or seventy percent.
When he displayed the ape intent, he felt his body become light and nimble. When the white ape transformed from substance to void, the hairs all over his body seemed like ten thousand divine swords, carrying an edge that could break anything and pierce anything.
As for the deer intent, it brought peace and serenity to his heart. His spiritual platform was clear and empty, without sorrow or joy, like an old monk seated in meditation or a Daoist immersed in contemplation.
The seven emotions and six desires seemed to vanish at this moment. Man and heaven became one, all things nourished one another, and with every breath, he seemed to meld with heaven and earth.
When he displayed the roc intent, he leaped lightly into the air, soaring straight upward. He could hover in the air and ride the wind, and upon landing on the water, he could easily walk across its surface.
From afar, one could see the phantom of a great roc, about ten feet tall with a wingspan of fifty feet.
The phantom flickered