The legendary warrior

It happened so quickly for a warrior who had no signs of spiritual meridian in his system. Was it even possible for a warrior to practice from the sixth grade of Skin Refinement to the eighth grade in less than a month? To some, it was magic, but to Ricky, he might be a little different.

"You're playing tricks on purpose!" Jim said angrily.

"If you try it yourself, you'll know if I'm playing tricks on you." Ricky sneered. Jim felt incredible of Ricky's improvement from the sixth grade to the eighth grade of Skin Refinement. How could someone possibly do it so quickly? In an instant, Ricky's power of the eighth grade of Skin Refinement rose and bore down on Jim directly.

Ricky was fearless although it was his first time to fight the warrior of the ninth grade of Skin Refinement. He was sure to win. The flames of battle were burning in his eyes.

"Ah, an eighth grade. Even if you are in the ninth grade of Skin Refinement, you will still die here today!" Jim said bravely. Jim was equally as brave and fearless as Ricky. Jim stared at Ricky with a killing intent, and saw him as not a threat.

The intent of fighting in Ricky's eyes was getting stronger and stronger, and then Ricky burst out and headed straight for Jim.

A blazing hand was about to hit Jim. He moved his eyes, turned them to Ricky. With darkness hovering his energy, Jim then said, "You really have no idea of your limitations. And since you are in a hurry to die, I will 'help' you today."

Generally speaking, when a warrior at the eighth grade of Skin Refinement saw one at the ninth grade, even if he didn't want to bow his head, he dared not make a provocation.

However, Ricky was not one of them, and Jim wasn't able to stand it.

Whoosh!

Ricky was quick as a fox. Jim did not even notice that Ricky was already in front of him. Ricky took in a deep breath, like in the start of every meditation, and drew his spiritual energy. His eyes darkened, absorbing all the energy that he had and let out a strong roar shook everyone to their core.

Ricky looked at his hands. Flames started to burn elegantly, as if they were extensions of his body. His fists were generating flames!

Ricky punched a fist heavily on the brink of battle.

"Little bastard, I can't believe you can show the power of the ninth grade of Skin Refinement!" Jim said in shock as soon as he felt the power of Ricky's fist radiate all throughout the area.

Jim was beyond surprised with this, because what Ricky showed him was the power of a warrior at the ninth grade of Skin Refinement.

down, gathered all the energy he needed to retaliate. And the intent of murder in his

you had the power of the ninth grade of Skin Refinement, so what?" It was impossible for a ninth grade of Skin Refinement warrior to defeat him, let alone an eighth grade of Skin Refinement warrior. However, the power was just

afraid. He was not just some ordinary ninth grade of Skin Refinement

golden spiritual energy surrounded the palm of Jim. Strong spiritual energy made his palm look like a golden sun, Jim's fist pressed Ricky quickly and

immediately the gap between the ninth grade of

you're as weak as an

his palm

the area was so intense that Jim's desire to win the fight radiated everywhere. His eyes met Ricky's. He gave out a little smirk, knowing that Ricky would only get two things from the fight--either he died or he hurt so bad that he'd forfeit the battle. There was no other way to look

Hong!

two powers collided, piercing the surrounding space sharply, shaking their eardrums,

more triumphantly, and expected to see Ricky scream in despair, ask for help, and look weak from

Jim's face went sour. He did not expect what happened next.

force from Ricky's fist flowing into his

hard to believe that this was the power

two men vibrated like ripples, which

their soles slid deep cracks

steps back, while Jim

though Jim had fewer steps backward, his face was worse than the clothes that had just been screwed out of

shocked

Skin Refinement. The warrior's body strength would reach the peak of this stage, and it was simply not something that other

so close to the peak of ninth grade, that was, the real peak of

of Skin Refinement, and even equaled with Jim. Given the

same time, Ricky

of Nine-degree Body Refining Formula, Ricky was doing his best.

seemed that it is quite reasonable that Jim can rank one of the top ten outer disciples of

thought. The intent to fight in Ricky's eyes was even greater,

was the perfect person for Ricky to temper himself. After all, the road to strength was to