"Take this - the fierce tiger descends the mountain!"
Seeing Xiao Chen effortlessly receiving his Tiger Fist, Ying Jie paused slightly, then quickly recovered. Having long been regarded as a young master, he adjusted his mindset swiftly, once again falling into the rhythm of battle in the blink of an eye.
His foot heavily stomped on the ground, causing the cobblestones beneath to shatter, sending fragments flying. As the shockwave lifted his body, he clenched his fists tightly, a fierce blood qi emanating from within him. This energy flooded into his iron fists in a strange, looping cycle.
In the next moment, a tiger's roar shattered the heavens. A blood-red, dazzling imperial tiger roared out instantly. The previous Tiger Fist had only shaped an indistinct tiger's head, but now the chagrined Ying Jie was indeed going all out.