Chen Fan's body drifted lightly through several rolls in midair before landing. Zhu Tian and Ma Tou regrouped.
"So that's how it is! You're actually a Taijutsu expert! And those fist techniques aren't recorded in the Imperial Fist Temple. Where did they come from?" Zhu Tian said as he looked at Chen Fan. After exchanging a few moves with him, he had naturally sensed Chen Fan's strength. Such physical prowess was rare even within the Imperial Fist Temple, and that formidable evasive footwork was also a top-tier technique.
The injuries Ji had suffered when she attacked this man yesterday had not been caused by some cheap trick. He truly possessed immense strength.
"From the navy, I suppose. After all, it's called the 'Navy Six Styles,'" Chen Fan replied calmly.
"The navy?" Zhu Tian frowned. They could tell from facial expressions and tone whether Chen Fan was lying. It was something they had concluded from experience; though it was not Mind Reading, it was close enough to read an opponent's movements—much like the Imperial Arms, All-Seeing Eyes, that Chen Fan had obtained from Headhunter Zank. Chen Fan was clearly not lying, but what navy could possess such powerful Taijutsu?
"Not the navy of this Empire, so don't bother thinking about it."
Zhu Tian and Ma Tou abandoned that line of thought. They were in the middle of battle, and their opponent was no weakling. They had to proceed carefully; one mistake could even cost them their lives.
"You said 'Navy Six Styles,' didn't you? How many styles did you use just now?"
Chen Fan smiled. "Just one. That style is called 'Paper Arts.' It makes the body like a sheet of paper, swaying when the wind blows and narrowly evading your attacks."
"Aren't you afraid we'll come up with a countermeasure