The legendary warrior

"I lost you once.' He shouted in his mind to his regained spiritual meridian, 'But now that I found you again, I'm counting on you!' The mental shout was a commitment to action, a focus, and a way to absorb some spiritual energy with his spiritual meridian.

Ricky firmly believed that his regained spiritual meridian was not an ordinary one. Indeed, he suspected it might even be a top-grade spiritual meridian that the whole world had never seen before.

As both of his black eyes turned blood red, Ricky transferred the strength of his body to his right fist. Meanwhile, the reborn spiritual meridian inside him, started to absorb the spiritual energy from the area, as if it understood what Ricky had wished for.

"Whiz Fist!" Ricky roared out, and attacked with the same old method.

But this time, Ricky's Whiz Fist exploded like a bomb. The power he displayed looked no less than that of the Yellow Level at the advanced stage, rather than his true rank of intermediate.

The spiritual energy encircled Ricky, and formed an indistinct shadow of a tiger against the sky. The apparition growled, terrifying onlookers and driving them mad with pain as they clapped their hands fruitlessly to their ears.

'Could he really possess such enormous power?' They all wondered, as they talked about it amongst themselves as well. After witnessing the dramatic scene, the neighboring warriors were all shocked. They just looked at each other with disbelief and were as disciplined as an unruly mob at this point.

At the same time, the two emissaries from the Snow Sect also seemed surprised, gaping at the young man in astonishment.

Although the other warriors were confused, the two messengers knew what was going on. They could tell Ricky had completed the Whiz Fist power.

Every method was categorized by how skillful a warrior was. Skill, of course, required practice. They were ranked accordingly: minor and major achievement, completeness, perfection, and superbness.

An ordinary warrior could practice a method until he was moderately proficient. But to achieve greatness required a certain amount of perception.

Completeness could only be achieved by genius warriors. Perfection? No one but a genius boasting a natural understanding of the method could attain such a level.

But that kind of genius seemed nowhere to be found in the Snow Sect.

And the superbness level required pure genius with noble blood and extremely high perception, to climb to the peak realm.

But now, completeness of a cultivation method could be seen in a trash warrior who didn't even have a spiritual meridian.

Black and the Red Messenger looked each other in the eyes, and both wondered, 'Who is he, really? This is impossible for

clad woman made the decision that Ricky deserved a

"Ha!"

on the floor and left two

force from the clash hit the crowd, sweeping the dust into mini-cyclones and forcing the crowd to shield their eyes from the

the time they could see anything, the scene before them made them

arm were pulverized. To make it worse, Ricky's fist had burst through Avery's rib-cage, leaving him gasping for breath... He couldn't even feel

"Uncle... uncle, help me!"

Gilbert, Avery rasped out the words and used the

"No! Avery!"

that he immediately

little bastard,

energy. His palm seemed to crack through space itself, and in the blink

times on the square, half dead and unable to stand. The Lady in Black coiled up her spiritual lash, a ghost of a smile on her face.

to see

for lacking a spiritual meridian. Ricky guessed

deliver a genius performance, it

Black had made her judgement known, made it clear that he won the bet, she proclaimed, "I told you, anyone else who tries to interfere will die!" The woman squinted at Gilbert, who lay on the

words rapidly tumbled from his lips, "Gilbert

a new nominal disciple

Hearing what Nick had said, the

nervously, sweat dripping from his

didn't attack. Maybe it was out of disdain or

She said casually to Ricky, turning

his right arm, which was

the crisis was over and he was safe, at