The effect of the meat from the demon wolf began to take hold. Though the demon blood within this wolf wasn't particularly pure, its flesh was perfectly suited for someone like Gu Sheng, a martial arts practitioner in the stage of tempering his skin and membrane.
Gu Sheng felt waves of heat rising within him.
Even though it was the height of winter, with snow falling heavily, he sensed an oppressive warmth as boundless energy surged through his body.
"Hah!"
Gu Sheng let out a spirited shout, assuming a fist stance.
"Boulders Rolling!"
"Iron Fist Across the River!"
"King of Force Casting Stones!"
...
One move after another, slowly unfolding. Although they appeared slow and soft, the strikes were as weighty as a mountain, imbued with immense and overwhelming force.
The shift between practice and combat styles was instantaneous.
If it shifted to combat, it would unleash earth-shattering power—fierce, domineering!
Gu Sheng's eyes gleamed brightly.
