"Heroes are indeed usually youths!"
Right as he said it, Lin Yue's bones began producing a cracking noise, his muscles at times tensing and others relaxing. Inside his body, it was as though there were thousands of lungs tugging at his diaphragm. The sound of howling reverberated in the stadium, drowning the sea of cheers, like an army of ferocious tigers roaring in the forest.
Bam!
Lin Yue took a swift step, closing the distance before them as he cut through the air. The frigid wind blustered against Lou Cheng's face.
He raised his right arm, seemingly clenching his fist but not actually doing so, shaping his hand like a tiger's claw. He then swung his arm downwards diagonally in a savage and vicious motion, again letting out the sound of a tiger's roar, and leaving an almost incandescent trail of air behind.
"The tiger is alive…" praised Unparalleled Dragon King in the Lou Cheng fan club forum.
