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"Do you want to know how I can reach this state with a human body?" Fan Wu approached The Great Revered One at a steady pace.
An invisible pressure radiated from him,
as every strand of his black hair danced lightly in the air.
"When my right fist can't slay the cunning beings, it's not because it's too weak, but because it doesn't want to. At such times, to make the right fist slay a mighty entity is not impossible."
"But there's only one way to do it. That is to command it with an authoritative tone, to grasp the reluctant right fist with the left hand, forcing it to submit."
"If it dares to refuse, then beat it, keep on beating it incessantly."
"Tear its skin open!"
"Crush its muscles!"
"Shatter its bones!"
"In doing so, the right fist could even slay gods and Buddhas!"
The inherently good smile on Fan Wu's face grew more and more intense.
The aura concentrated throughout his body had become tangible.
