A red mist rose from Feng Liusi's back as he assumed the basic stance of the Southern Dipper Red Falcon Fist. His right hand pushed forward in a claw shape, while his left hand, slightly angled to the right, rested as if it were placed on the crook of his right arm and clenched into a fist.0

His powerful arms extended like the wings of a seagull. The upper half of his clothing, shredded by the blades during the earlier battle, revealed his well-honed body. His muscles were not exaggerated like stone boulders but were instead long, refined strips sculpted through rigorous training. Occasional bloodstains, remnants of the wounds he had taken, were visible on his body.0

Feng Liusi seemed to be slow, yet fast as he stretched. But as he stretched, a mysterious force seemed to ignite various parts of his body: his waist, abdomen, chest, back, arms, and neck.0

Red starlights began to twinkle one by one, sparkling like stars against a thick night sky, forming a chain of dazzling light that was both mesmerizing and filled with hidden danger.0

There were exactly forty-four crimson stars. Each group of eleven stars seemed to reflect one another, connecting across Feng Liusi's robust body as if forming an intricate web of meridians. At a glance, it seemed like a chain tattoo running through his entire body. 0

But it also looked like a venomous scarlet-scaled viper, baring its fangs. There were four in total, their...0