Return Journey

Tang Yuan was shocked by the strength and tyranny of the Extreme Yang Qi, yet he could not help marveling at the force of that move. That single strike had nearly drained sixty to seventy percent of his spiritual energy.

If he fought a human opponent of equal strength, once this move was unleashed, there would likely be only one outcome: either the enemy died, or he did.

After recovering from his lingering fright, Ye Fan teased, "Have you decided what to call that move?"

Seeing Tang Yuan hesitate, Ye Fan continued with a smile, "You already have 'Braided Dough Twist Fist,' so why bother racking your brains? Just call this Lion Fist."

Tang Yuan laughed awkwardly. He had never cared much about the names of moves, but "Lion Fist" did not quite seem right to him.

After giving it some thought, Tang Yuan replied, "Though I haven't fully comprehended this move yet, it doesn't look like a fist technique no matter how I see it. If it has to be called something, Lion Breath would fit better."

After the joking ended, Tang Yuan looked toward Lu Feng with a hint of seriousness.

"Old Lu, did you notice anything lacking in that move just now? I keep feeling as if something is beyond my control, but I can't put my finger on it."

Ye Fan deliberately pulled a long face. "You ask Old Lu, but not me?"

Tang Yuan froze. "You noticed something?"

Ye Fan gave a wicked grin. "Not really."

Tang Yuan was left speechless.

Ye Fan burst into laughter and casually said, "It isn't entirely nothing. That move had considerable might, but it felt like a flower with no fragrance—flashy on the outside, hollow within. It always seemed to be missing some flavor."

Tang Yuan spat irritably. "You