Early morning.
The sky was gray and hazy.
No. 33, Jindong Street.
Lin Zheyu, as usual, got up early to practice martial arts and study the Poison Canon.
Three days ago, after using the accumulated unit of Source Power, he was just a hair's breadth away from breaking through to the Qi Blood Three Transformations.
Bang, bang, bang!
His fists hammered against the wooden stake, creating shallow imprints on the stake made of iron birch wood.
This special tree is as hard as ironstone; it needs to be burned first to soften it before it can be chopped with an axe.
As his strength increased, Lin Zheyu was able to leave shallow fist marks on the iron birch stake, which was as hard as ironstone.
Boom.
Inside his body, Qi Blood surged like a roaring tiger, a sign that he was about to reach the Qi Blood Three Transformations.
