"Whoosh...!" Zhu Tian and Ma Tou's expressions changed, and they hurriedly dodged. "Pfft!" A small hole appeared in the ground, as though it had been struck by a bullet.
Neither of them could imagine that Chen Fan had such an attack, but fortunately, it could be dodged as long as they noticed it.
Chen Fan had already landed on the ground and charged toward Zhu Tian. Zhu Tian's agility had dropped considerably, but his defense and offensive power had greatly increased.
Seeing Chen Fan rush over, Zhu Tian shouted, "Imperial Fist Temple Hundred Rending Fists!" His fists seemed to form a wall.
"Whoosh...!" Chen Fan vanished, and Zhu Tian began looking around.
Ma Tou shouted at Zhu Tian, "Zhu Tian! Above you!"
Zhu Tian raised his head and saw one of Chen Fan's feet chopping down toward his head. Zhu Tian raised both hands, trying to block it.
"Tempest Kick: Dragon Severing!" Chen Fan's cold voice rang out. Hearing that even Chen Fan's tone had changed, Zhu Tian's heart skipped a beat. He sensed something was wrong, because every technique Chen Fan named was terrifying. Chen Fan had also said that he would let them witness the Navy Six Styles. Could this be more than an ordinary kick—a technique?
But it was already too late to escape. He clenched his fists, and his arms seemed to swell another size, the muscles looking as though they were about to burst.
"Boom!!" Zhu Tian took Chen Fan's attack head-on. An irresistible force struck him, directly warping the bones in both his arms. It was clearly the result of Chen Fan's attack.
Zhu Tian's body sank straight down, his entire body buried in the soil. "Aah!!" Zhu Tian screamed and coughed up blood. Ma Tou's expression also changed. She had never expected things