Already knowing what he had to accomplish and how to achieve the level of yin and yang mastery in his bullet fist, Zhao Luo, summoned his apparitions.
"Summon!"
The nine apparitions formed in the dark space in front of Zhao Luo and waited for his command.
Zhao Luo was silent as he rubbed his chin which he would only do when he was lost in deep and worrying thoughts.
"Just how dangerous will it be, if I throw both of my fists at the same time when each of my fists will be in a different plane?"
ZhaobLuo couldn't help but wonder about the warning left by Senior Tang Zi.
More than that what ate away Zhao Luo's mind was when he wondered how this old man Tang Zi mastered this technique if the process of learning it caused such intense injuries like bone-shattering and deformed shoulders.
