Lei Zhen’s body underwent a terrifying, monstrous transformation.
The violet tattoos across his torso tore open, releasing fountains of crackling star-fire that wrapped around his muscular frame like living serpents. His fingernails elongated into jagged black claws of thunder-iron. His eyes blazed with blinding white electricity as the ancient spirit of the fifth-rank Thunder Ape fully overtook his mind.
The Violet Dragon Thunder Storm.
It was the ultimate forbidden art of Roaring Thunder Valley. A technique that burned twenty years of the user’s lifespan to transform the fighter into a living, walking channel of pure sky wrath.
ROOOOOAAAR!
Lei Zhen threw his head back and howled. That sound blast shattered dozens of crystal lantern globes in the grandstands above.
Then he charged.
He didn’t throw single strikes. He became an expanding storm of nonstop star-fire arcs. Every step he took left a molten footprint in the Precursor stone. Every swing of his thunder-iron cestus let loose a fan of five-thousand-degree lightning blades that carved glowing, molten furrows across the gravel.
