342 Titan Skin

"Well, I admire your confidence, but do remember, an Imperial like the Creedless isn't someone you can take on with tricks, even if the playing field is equalized," The sect master warned.

"That's why I'll rely on your assistance if shit hits the fan," I replied.

"And you shall have it, but first, let's get you in shape, you said that you were interested in the Fist of Roaring Qi," the sect master said.

"Yes, I am," I replied.

"Then let me help you train," he said grinning.

"That would be greatly appreciated, but…" I said as I looked at my arms, "I don't think I have the proper build for it," I said.

"You mean your muscles? Indeed, you do look a bit skinny," he said.

I was clearly not skinny but compared to how bulked up he is, I might as well be.

"That's not something I can manage in such short notice and window of time. Seven days is not enough to build a proper body mass," I said.