"Roar!!!"
The Ghost-Faced Lynx continued its attack.
Afterimages, sharp claws.
Lu Yuan still neither dodged nor evaded.
He took it head-on with his body again.
He felt that the Ghost-Faced Lynx's attacks were not powerful enough to kill him in a single blow.
"Bang!"
"Riiip!"
Claws struck, paws slammed.
The Ghost-Faced Lynx's assault was like a raging storm.
It fell upon Lu Yuan's body.
Yet Lu Yuan was like a towering tree.
Let the winds blow from east, west, south, and north.
"Pant, pant... Come again..."
Lu Yuan's body was covered in wounds.
Blood streamed down him.
Yet those torn wounds were healing at an astonishing speed.
His skin and flesh had already reached the limit of the First-Rank Middle Realm, only a thin sheet of paper away from the First-Rank Upper Realm.
And every attack from the Ghost-Faced Lynx was like a hammer smashing heavily against that sheet of paper.
He was wounded, he bled, Barbarian King's True Force repaired him, and his skin and flesh became tougher in the process.
Then he was wounded again and repaired again.
The process was excruciating.
But its effects were astonishing.
"This beast's attacks... are weakening."
Lu Yuan thought to himself.
He was growing stronger, while the Ghost-Faced Lynx's stamina was declining.
As one rose and the other fell.
The harm it dealt to Lu Yuan was slowly weakening.
"Roar!!!"
As if it had sensed that something was wrong.
The Ghost-Faced Lynx's assault became even more frenzied.
He could feel that, after more than a hundred attacks from the Ghost-Faced Lynx, his skin and flesh had been tempered to a critical point.
That thin sheet of paper was right before his eyes.
And in his mind, after Withered Wood Fist had reached perfection.
That vague, half-understood layer of artistic conception had suddenly