"Why are you always thinking about killing a Martial Artist in the Blood Refining Realm?"
Cao Feng raised a hand to rub his forehead, feeling a dull ache.
He said slowly, "Reaching Perfection in the Twelve Forms Fist is nowhere near that easy."
"Even here in the Seven Stars Gang, many who have already passed the fifth stage, 'Entering Force,' might not have trained the Twelve Forms Fist to Perfection!"
At this, his gaze flickered, and his tone became more certain. "However, if someone truly trains the Twelve Forms to Perfection while still in the Blood Nourishing Realm..."
"I wouldn't say they could crush those in the Blood Refining Realm, but killing a Martial Artist in that realm wouldn't be a difficult task."
'Perfection in the Twelve Forms Fist... is it really that powerful?'
Chu Fan's heart trembled, and a wave of ecstasy washed over him.
'If I go all out today, maybe my Twelve Forms Fist can break through to Perfection in one go.'
