"Oh! Our son is not simple. Since he doesn't have a saber he resorted to his fists. Who would have thought his boxing technique had such a strong artistic conception? It is only lacking slightly to reach the mid stages." Qin Zhu thought with a smile.
Even though Wang Lu was thinking about resorting to the use of artistic conception, he had to come up with better ways.
Instead of attacking, his artistic conception spread around his body and kept vibrating, the result was clearly not ideal. His body started to crack and the slight wounds didn't heal, rather blood kept flowing, and it merged with the dark fluid covering him perfectly.
He could feel that this was indeed not lessening his pains, but even so, he didn't stop. He had no way out, but he then heard a voice in his mind. He was very familiar with this voice, it was clearly Cai Yue's voice.
