The legendary warrior

"I lost you once.' He shouted in his mind to his regained spiritual meridian, 'But now that I found you again, I'm counting on you!' The mental shout was a commitment to action, a focus, and a way to absorb some spiritual energy with his spiritual meridian.

Ricky firmly believed that his regained spiritual meridian was not an ordinary one. Indeed, he suspected it might even be a top-grade spiritual meridian that the whole world had never seen before.

As both of his black eyes turned blood red, Ricky transferred the strength of his body to his right fist. Meanwhile, the reborn spiritual meridian inside him, started to absorb the spiritual energy from the area, as if it understood what Ricky had wished for.

"Whiz Fist!" Ricky roared out, and attacked with the same old method.

But this time, Ricky's Whiz Fist exploded like a bomb. The power he displayed looked no less than that of the Yellow Level at the advanced stage, rather than his true rank of intermediate.

The spiritual energy encircled Ricky, and formed an indistinct shadow of a tiger against the sky. The apparition growled, terrifying onlookers and driving them mad with pain as they clapped their hands fruitlessly to their ears.

'Could he really possess such enormous power?' They all wondered, as they talked about it amongst themselves as well. After witnessing the dramatic scene, the neighboring warriors were all shocked. They just looked at each other with disbelief and were as disciplined as an unruly mob at this point.

At the same time, the two emissaries from the Snow Sect also seemed surprised, gaping at the young man in astonishment.

Although the other warriors were confused, the two messengers knew what was going on. They could tell Ricky had completed the Whiz Fist power.

Every method was categorized by how skillful a warrior was. Skill, of course, required practice. They were ranked accordingly: minor and major achievement, completeness, perfection, and superbness.

An ordinary warrior could practice a method until he was moderately proficient. But to achieve greatness required a certain amount of perception.

Completeness could only be achieved by genius warriors. Perfection? No one but a genius boasting a natural understanding of the method could attain such a level.

But that kind of genius seemed nowhere to be found in the Snow Sect.

And the superbness level required pure genius with noble blood and extremely high perception, to climb to the peak realm.

But now, completeness of a cultivation method could be seen in a trash warrior who didn't even have a spiritual meridian.

Black and the Red Messenger looked each other in the eyes, and both wondered, 'Who is he, really? This is impossible for someone

some deliberation, the black clad woman made

"Ha!"

shout, Ricky stomped on the floor and left two deep footprints. Then he struck Avery again

sound of bones shattering. The rush of force from the clash hit the crowd, sweeping the dust into mini-cyclones and forcing

the time they could see anything, the scene before

To make it worse, Ricky's fist had burst through Avery's rib-cage, leaving him gasping for breath... He couldn't even feel the pain of his ruined arm.

"Uncle... uncle, help me!"

the words and used the last of his strength. After that, he breathed his

"No! Avery!"

he immediately ran

bastard, how

His palm seemed to crack through space itself,

the square, half dead and unable to stand.

to see that.

the Lady in Black hadn't rejected him for lacking a spiritual meridian. Ricky guessed that she might see something promising

if he could deliver a genius performance,

it clear that he won the bet, she proclaimed, "I told you, anyone else who tries to interfere will die!" The woman squinted at Gilbert, who lay on the ground helpless, and snorted. Her hands were in the

this critical moment, Nick, the leader of Nan Clan, stood up, and the words rapidly tumbled from his lips, "Gilbert was ignorant and foolish. Please do forgive him.

for his son, who is a new nominal disciple of innate spirits in your

Are you threatening me?" Hearing what Nick had said, the woman in black clothing sneered.

quickly, nervously, sweat dripping from his forehead.

responded with a snort, but didn't attack. Maybe it was out of disdain or that Nate was their

Ricky, turning to look at him.

Messenger." Ricky said that respectfully, rubbing his right

He knew the crisis was over and he was safe, at least for now.