WHIRRR!!
At this moment, high above Banku, a helicopter circled, overlooking the beautiful, brightly lit nightscape of the entire city.
Boku wore only a pair of monk's trousers. His feet and torso were bare, revealing a perfectly sculpted upper body the color of bronze, like a divine statue.
He sat in the helicopter, watching everything on the ground below.
He knew that a great crisis lurked within this fading sea of lights. If it wasn't handled properly, even this beautiful sight could vanish like a mirage and turn into Hell.
And what he had to do was rely on his own strength to overcome this crisis.
He came from a humble background. In Tai Lan Country, fighting was the simplest way out for the poor.
From the moment he could remember, he endured the most grueling training. The Eight Armed Fist of Tai Lan Country, unless one reached a profound level, was essentially a process of destroying one's own body, frantically squeezing out every last drop of potential.
