In his mind, an imposing, murderous tiger appeared, but then, he saw a human figure emerge.
One hammer, one elbow, one smash.
With what seemed like three simple moves, that tiger was pinned to the ground, held down by a single hand, unable to move at all.
Once these things appeared, they fused directly into Wen Yan's mind, as if he'd always known them.
This Tiger Subduing Three Styles wasn't just a combat technique, but also a training method.
He tried the first style, and his whole skeleton started crackling, all the Yang Energy in his body getting pulled up at once.
Holding the posture of the first style, as he breathed in and out, his bones seemed to vibrate with each breath; the speed at which Yang Energy circulated suddenly took a massive leap, and the consumption rate was now on par with Scorching Sun Fist.
He wasn't afraid of burning through Yang Energy—he could always just pay to win with Gold.
