But Song Shuhang immediately realized—it wasn't that his opponent's punch was weak. He had grown stronger.
The Body Tempering Liquid had brought his physical strength almost to the limits of the human body. After practicing a round of the Foundation-Building Fist Technique, his physical condition had undergone a complete transformation.
Just then, Nan Haomeng burst into an excited laugh. "You're a real expert, all right! What an amazing claw technique!"
Unable to pull his trapped fist free, he unhesitatingly raised his leg and drove a powerful knee strike forward.
Knee strikes weren't permitted in traditional sanda, of course, but Nan Haomeng wasn't competing in a sanda match right now. He might be big and have a slightly goofy laugh, but he wasn't stupid. In a fight, he would naturally use whatever hit hardest!
Song Shuhang sighed. With his hand hooked into a dragon claw, he jerked upward hard—the claw moved like a dancing dragon, combining a claw's grip with a dragon's dance.
It wasn't just the dragon claw that danced, but also the prey caught in its grip.
Nan Haomeng suddenly felt his body, weighing over two hundred and forty pounds, being flung clean off the ground!
And his opponent had used just one arm.
Nan Haomeng's heart skipped a beat. What terrifying strength! His opponent could lift more than just someone the size of his useless little lackey with one arm—even a big fellow like him had been tossed up effortlessly!
But I won't go down that easily!
"Roar!" Nan Haomeng bellowed, forcing his weight downward to send himself crashing back to the ground. At the same time, he drew his right hand back, ready to unleash a storm of attacks the moment he landed.
But just then, Song Shuhang struck again.
Foundation Fist Form Two. His fists flew