The Wolf’s Bride by Coffee’s Tea

Chapter 1315

There were two martial techniques on the wall.

The first one was a technique that the Flame Emperor developed by combining medical skills and martial arts.

The Flame Emperor had suffered from fire poison for many years. While the fire poison was conducive to practicing fire–based techniques, the prolonged exposure posed a considerable burden on his body.

Thus, the Flame Emperor comprehended a technique that integrated the control of fire poison and combat skills. It allowed him to both kill enemies in battle and heal during rest, achieving a perfect balance.

Andrius was already well–versed in medicine.

With just a few readings, he grasped the essence of the technique and completely comprehended it after some attempts, reaching a level of proficiency.

After a brief practical test, it displayed remarkable power.

Next, Andrius looked at the second technique.

This was a pure technique called the Fire–breathing Palm! The name was simple and straightforward, but the technique was direct and brutal.

During a battle, the inner energy of extreme heat would concentrate in the palm and suddenly erupt in close combat, infiltrating the opponent’s body. The extreme heat inner energy was already robust and was enough to severely damage an opponent.

Combined with the fire poison, it could burn the méridians and internal organs, causing extreme suffering.”

reading. “This technique

immediately started

the Fire–breathing/Palm did not involve the internal circulation of inner energy and was

made some

now on, with the Fire–breathing Palm for close combat and the combination of the Argentum Qilin Spear and Burden of Nine Skies for long- ranged battles, coupled with the versatile and profound

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no longer had any obvious shortcomings.

sky began to brighten in

cultivated for a day and

illuminated the earth, radiant

Hum…

opened his eyes, a burst of fireworks flashing in his eyes. It

Bam-

struck out his palm without

Rumble…

full of extreme heat, fiercely struck the wall of the hall and

air, and black smoke lingered. Half of the wall was left in a sorry state by the powerful

it would be enough to harm

in satisfaction. “Not bad. Not bad

all.”

Rustle…