Time flowed like water. 0

In the early morning, the courtyard echoed with the sound of fists tearing through the air as fierce winds howled.  Lin Zheyu's face was stern and imposing, his momentum was awe-inspiring, and his glare was fierce and domineering. It had already been eight days since he defeated Monk Puxuan and ultimately won the title of a hundred undefeated victories.1

From then on, Lin Zheyu became much more low-key. His Dominance true intent had already been successfully condensed; he had obtained the Great Strength Vajra Fist, and he had been selected by the Wuji Sect, gaining entry into it. His goals for this martial cultivation exchange meeting had already been achieved. Over the past few days, Lin Zheyu spent most of his time in the courtyard cultivating the Great Strength Vajra Fist, occasionally going out for a stroll, and living a rather relaxed and pleasant life.0

In the shaded corner of the courtyard, Li Wensi looked at Li Mengxi and said, "Young Master Zhao's Great Strength Vajra Fist is really powerful. You're also cultivating it, but Brother Mengxi, why...0