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!”

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

“What?”

when they saw

We can even turn both of our hands into

help but speak with contempt when he saw everyone’s stupefied

a powerful technique, to transform into a dragon. No wonder it’s called

aura of a dragon’s body

“Ah!”

in the least when he

fist as well; his internal Chi gathered at his arm, and it also transformed into a dragon claw. He swung it

rang out again, clapping through the sky like thunder. The sound even hurt the ears of many

the aftershock, blood spilling out of their

way. The kid is holding his