Wang Anfeng felt a sudden burst of anger, his Qi Nurturing Technique taught by Mr. Jiang turned out to be as flimsy as a sheet of Zhang Bozhi paper in front of Li Qidao, with many traces of juvenile determination showing on his still young face as he glared fiercely at Li Qidao.
He suddenly could understand how Uncle Wang, who just carried Da Huang by the neck, must have felt in his heart.
Li Qidao glanced at him, and with a smug smile, he said:
"What are you looking at? Keep staring and you still won't have it"
"You can't even practice the third gate Heavenly Thunder Fist, and the fourth gate, Shenzhao Battle Qi, is the obsession of the past fifty years by this old man. Although it's only a nascent form, you, youngster, can't touch it. Wait until your Gang Thunder Force is strong enough to spread throughout the body's meridians and muscles before we talk."
"Come over now, sit cross-legged, and this old man will help you get familiar with the method of the Gang Thunder Force."