"I will not fail this mission, Father!" Li Mengchao puffed out his chest, his eyes shining with confidence.
In his eyes, a Dark Energy Martial Artist—even one hailed as invincible—could only face defeat before a Half-Step Huajin practitioner like himself. After all, he too had once been hailed as invincible at the Dark Energy stage. But if his current self were to fight his former self, he doubted his past self could last even ten moves.
In the main hall, the charcoal fire burned brightly, casting shifting light and shadow on the faces of the father and son.
...
「Afternoon.」
On the training grounds in the front courtyard of Sun's Martial Arts Hall in Chengping Square.
Growing hot from his practice, Yang Jing stripped off his shirt. His bare upper body revealed bronze skin that gleamed under the sun, every inch of muscle bulging and rippling with the movements of his Mountain-Shattering Fist, unleashing astonishing power.
