"Flash Strike, Flash Speed!"
Qin Shaofeng only unleashed Flash Speed when Nanyang Feng's attack was about to reach him.
Lightning Power had long since coiled around him. Once activated, it made him seem like a ghost on the arena stage, his speed terrifyingly fast.
Not only did the watching disciples frown deeply.
Even the genius disciples of the four sects in the resting rooms were heavy-hearted, unable to figure out how to counter this movement Martial Skill.
Even the elders of the various sects in the stands knitted their brows.
Their cultivations were all in the Heavenly Venerate Realm.
Though most of their cultivation levels were not particularly high, the eyes of Heavenly Venerate Realm experts were razor-sharp.
Yet even with their eyesight, they could not make out Qin Shaofeng's evasive path, as though Qin Shaofeng's cultivation was the higher one.
"Huff! Huff! Huff! Huff!"
After several consecutive punches missed their mark, Nanyang Feng's face immediately turned ugly.
"How is that possible? I clearly saw you dodge to my left, so why did you end up on my right?" Nanyang Feng had become frantic to the extreme.
If his consecutive attacks had merely contained a few slight errors, that would have been one thing.
But every time he attacked, he had predicted Qin Shaofeng's evasive position in advance.
Several times, he had even personally seen Qin Shaofeng arrive at the position he had predicted, yet every single punch had still struck empty air.
How could that not infuriate him?
However.
Qin Shaofeng's repeated evasions had made him forget that this was an arena.
And Qin Shaofeng was not some useless wretch who could only take hits without the ability to strike back.
When Nanyang Feng stopped attacking and shouted, Qin Shaofeng's fist had already come down.
"Flash Strike!"
"Boom!"
Qin