"I'm no longer who I used to be... This time, I want you dead!!" Zuo Han felt an inexplicable surge of impulse in his heart.
He executed the Golden Stone Skill with his arms, unleashing a torrent of heavy moves like flowing water.
The Absolute Defense unique to a Grandmaster made it impossible for the two of them to break each other's defense in a short time.
Fighting like this seemed intense, but even after two days and nights, a victor might not be decided.
But at this moment, Zuo Han made a decision.
"Final Form."
The silver line at the center of his eyebrows slowly opened, weaving into a crescent moon made up of three overlapping circles.
"Vajra!!!"
He suddenly roared to the sky, his entire body's muscles cracked quickly, swelled, expanded, and grew larger.
The newly formed muscles, like rapidly sprouting grapes, densely emerged from his body.
Neck, shoulders, chest, back, arms, legs.
All these places grew a thick layer of pitch-black muscle armor in a very short time.
