"Yes!"
"Full power!"
"With your fist!"
The old instructor emphasized.
Fist?
Jason thought for a moment, put away his short-handled broad blade cleaver, and then took big steps toward the old instructor.
The first step, the experience imparted by Master-level Barehanded Combat, allowed Jason to quickly adjust his breathing and instantly enter a combat stance.
Whooosh!
His breath bursting out, Jason's already tall and robust figure became even more imposing at this moment.
The second step, Proficiency Level Griffin Combat Technique, adjusted Jason's posture.
Roar!
In the darkness just before dawn, the cry of an eagle and the roar of a lion rose.
A pitch-black griffin, yet clad in scale armor with dark golden wings, appeared faintly, like mist and illusion.
The third step, the expert-level "War Pattern. Prus. Griffin. Shadow Hide Body Forging Technique" started to operate wildly, like a high-powered engine, roaring inside Jason.
