Finishing Move—Skyfall

As Qin Fen reflected on all of Gun King's teachings, he arrived at the tiny road that was only path back to his living quarters.

The tiny road wasn't wide, but in the middle of it sat a fleshly mountain of a person. Qin Fen had been receiving training from of all sorts of masters in military camp these days. He could judge the height and weight of the person who sat before his eyes in an instant.

The man's height was over a hundred and eighty centimeters. The man's mass was around two hundred and eighty kilograms. Within that body hid enormous power.

As someone qualified to be a warrior, Qin Fen needed to grasp all possible information in the first instance of meeting a potential opponent. Butcher had taught him this principle before.

Qin Fen felt his speculations this time should be generally on the mark. He had some confidence in these conjectures.

"Are you Qin Fen?"