No 1 Supreme Warrior

In the face of Fernando’s fist, Jack had no choice but to grit his teeth and throw a punch of his own.

“What?”

Jack soon realized that Fernando’s body was a lot tougher now that he was a puppet. His fist was as hard as a rock, and his strength was monstrous.

That immense strength actually made him stumble a few steps backward after their fists collided. It took a while for him to regain his footing.

Yet Fernando showed no signs of slowing down. He assailed Jack with a barrage of attacks, moving at a blinding speed. Jack could barely react to them all.

“What’s wrong, kiddo? Can’t bear to use your full strength? You’ll probably be killed if you continue to hesitate!”

The old man laughed and momentarily stopped Fernando’s movements. “Today will be your death anniversary, kiddo,” he said. “You should know that someone who doesn’t feel pain nor fear death will always continue to fight. Hah!”

he blew the flute again. Fernando’s eyes were just as empty; he clenched his right

“What?”

when they

can even turn both of our hands into dragon claws once

contempt when he

powerful technique, to transform into a

eyes shone with admiration. The sheer strength and menacing aura of a dragon’s body

“Ah!”

slip up in the least when he saw a claw slashing

fist as well; his internal Chi gathered

two collided, the frightening crash rang out again, clapping through the sky like thunder. The sound

backward from the aftershock, blood spilling out of their

way. The kid is holding