"My physical strength has reached at least one hundred and twenty thousand jin—a gain of at least twenty thousand jin!"
Qin Hao's eyes shone, his expression brimming with excitement.
"There are still two bronze men left, so there's still room to improve... But the eighth bronze man was considerably stronger than the seventh."
Qin Hao flashed forward, attacking the Ninth Bronze Man.
Below the arena.
"Look! Qin Hao is going for the Ninth Bronze Man!"
"Heavens, can Qin Hao really handle the Ninth Bronze Man too?"
"In nearly a hundred years, only one person has condensed nine halos!"
Many held their breath, excitement stirring within them.
Meanwhile, up on the arena.
Boom!
The Ninth Bronze Man likewise threw a punch.
"Pure Yang Tyrant Body Fist—Dragon Soars, Tiger Leaps!"
Qin Hao shouted in a low voice, brilliant golden light blazing around his fist.
With a boom, the Ninth Bronze Man's chest caved in, and it was driven violently backward.
Then it crashed heavily to the ground and lay motionless!
The Ninth Bronze Man was defeated!
The ninth halo slowly floated up and joined the others above Qin Hao's head.
The little sun above his head grew even brighter.
"Again!"
As the ninth halo merged with the others, Qin Hao clearly felt an even greater surge of power feeding back from it.
His physical strength climbed at a terrifying speed.
One hundred and twenty-three thousand jin!
One hundred and twenty-five thousand jin!
One hundred and twenty-eight thousand jin!
Even Qin Hao could not help growing excited at the speed of his improvement.
If he had relied on practicing the Pure Yang Tyrant Body Fist, who knew in what year of the monkey and month of the horse he would finally reach this level?
Qin Hao charged straight toward the Tenth Bronze