"Ye Xiwen, here to seek instruction!" Ye Xiwen said with cupped fists.
An Tianhua looked at Ye Xiwen. Originally, he had not held much hope for Ye Xiwen, but seeing Ye Xukong's expression, Ye Xukong seemed far more confident in Ye Xiwen than he was. An Tianhua could not help gaining a few more traces of confidence as well.
Thinking this, he could not help feeling a little more hopeful, then looked toward Ye Xiwen.
Ye Xiwen did not attack immediately. He allowed An Tianhua to recover to his peak; he disdained taking advantage of someone in such a state.
An Tianhua understood Ye Xiwen's intention and immediately began regulating his breath. Though he had just fought a fierce battle with Ye Xukong, it had not harmed his foundation. Before long, he had recovered almost completely.
"That will do. Make your move!" An Tianhua said, looking at Ye Xiwen.
Wave after wave of powerful aura instantly swept out from An Tianhua's body, forming a terrifying storm of momentum that crushed down upon Ye Xiwen.
"Flashy but impractical!"
At that moment, he threw a punch. The instant it erupted, fist shadows filled the sky, every single one dazzlingly magnificent.
It was utterly different from merely watching it earlier. Only now, when truly facing this punch, did Ye Xiwen realize that it had not been easy for Ye Xukong to break through it just now.
Every one of those sky-filling fist shadows carried the weight of Mount Tai and could blast through heaven and earth.
Yet Ye Xiwen knew they were all false. Only one punch was truly lethal. If he could not distinguish it, he would be blasted into grievous injury on the spot.
"Excellent fist art!"
Ye Xiwen roared and punched out as well. Countless strands of Star Power rapidly