"Fleetfoot Stride?"
Tang Hao's eyes lit up. The technique suggested that it was used for escaping.
In that world, would anything be more important than surviving?
Of course not!
Moreover, if he were fast enough, he might be able to snatch the shards back from the roc. He could let go of the two gold shards.
That was one way to get even with the roc.
He glanced at the other parts of the list. There were awesome-sounding names like the Technique of the Sacred Flame or the Technique of the Sky Roc, but they were obviously not as practical as Fleetfoot Stride.
"I'll choose this one!"
Tang Hao pointed at an entry in the list and shouted toward the sky.
"OK!"
The old voice replied.
A golden ray of light descended from the sky and landed between Tang Hao's eyebrows. In an instant, his mind was filled with incantations.
Then, the dark gold shard in his hand cracked, crumbled into powder, and dissipated.
