"Come on."
Lu Chenzhou clasped his fists, then stood with his arms crossed in Tiger Form stance.
Yao Cheng extended three fingers, adopting the Eagle Claw hand shape, his left arm swept back horizontally and his right arm diagonally upward and backward, Eagle Claw reaching out towards the sun, in a pose like a great roc spreading its wings.
In a trance, he seemed to transform into a patrolling eagle in the sky.
This was the Eagle's Aura!
The audience applauded appreciatively.
"Yao Cheng's aura, is he almost at Tenth Rank?"
"His Fist Theory must have also reached the 'Conveying the Shape' level."
"Hisss, terrifying indeed, worthy of the genius class."
"That Eagle Claw almost seems to have a metallic sheen."
"Like iron, that's the sign of Great Success in the Eagle Claw Technique."
"This is First Class Martial Arts. I wonder if Lu Chenzhou's Arhat Skill can withstand it, it feels like even at Perfection there's a risk of being torn open."