Trembling Sheep [Bonus]

Weapons drawn. Swords shaking.

"H-he's alone!"

"Don't panic! He's… he's only at the Ninth Meridian?!"

"No way. I felt that Qi!!! Are you sure he's not in Core Formation?!"

"He's a monster!"

"But we're strong, and we outnumber him!"

"Don't fret! We take him together!"

Quinlan said nothing.

His fists smoked. Blood stained his knuckles.

The ground behind him was littered with broken men.

He measuredly stepped forward, heat bleeding from his skin in slowly rising wisps.

Quinlan could feel it deep within him: the fire was still not at its peak. It could give him more. He just had to bring it out.

There were two things he truly loved about the Blazing Tyrant Fist.