"Come on."
Lu Chenzhou clasped his fists, then crossed his arms upright, assuming the Tiger Form stance.
Yao Cheng extended three fingers in an Eagle Claw hand shape. His left arm swept back levelly in front, right arm swept back diagonally upwards, Eagle Claw stretching toward the rising sun, his posture like a Great Peng spreading its wings.
In a trance, he seemed to transform into a sky-soaring grey eagle.
This was the Eagle's Aura!
The audience couldn't help but clap and cheer.
"Yao Cheng's aura—he's almost Tenth Rank, isn't he?"
"His Fist Theory should have reached the [Mastering the Form] realm too."
"Hiss, terrifying! No wonder he's in the genius class."
"These Eagle Claws even show a metallic sheen now."
"Fingers like iron—this is the sign of Eagle Claw Technique at Great Success."
"This is a first-class martial art. I don't know if Lu Chenzhou's Arhat Skill can withstand it. Even if his is at Perfection, there's still a risk of it being torn through."
