Six rounds of yanghui, one round fell, the son of black flames, vowing to regain everything that belongs to him.
That day was his tenth birthday. For the first time, he knew why there were records about the Red Lake in books. How could the lake be red?
He was desperate, he hated, hated his own powerlessness.
If, when the world takes away all the light that belongs to him, that light spot does not appear...
If you die once, what else do you have to fear?
If you don't give me Yanghui, I will make it myself! You have five rounds and I have ten!
Take my blood? Sorry, I don't know why, but there are a few more supreme beasts in my body?
When his talent is reopened and he embarks on the martial arts path again, the silent young man will no longer be silent!
Feeling pretty good