Bang! Bang! Bang!
James grew increasingly at ease as he took on the attacks of the two men. His feet had not retreated even half a step from beginning to end, and the more they fought, the stranger he found those Ten Rings.
Bang!
After lightly clashing fists with Iron Fist, he split his attention and caught a hurtling golden ring. Orson Randall's forearm went numb and trembled. He was known as Iron Fist, yet he felt that the other man's bones were truly harder than steel.
James held the ring-shaped weapon of unusual material in his left hand. He could sense Xu Wenwu desperately trying to recall the iron ring, while the azure glow of the golden ring in his hand gradually faded.
His mind suddenly jolted, and the seized golden ring abruptly erupted with Red Radiance, obeying his will as readily as an arm or finger!
"Impossible!"
Xu Wenwu had never encountered a situation where the Ten Rings slipped from his control. He swung the remaining nine rings into a long whip, flashing around his body as they lashed downward, but James shattered them again with several heavy punches. With a turn of his hand, he converted another four golden rings into red light.
Bzzzz.
James looked with great interest at the five golden rings wrapped around his right arm. He threw a punch through the air, and the rings shot toward Iron Fist Orson Randall, blasting him dozens of meters away and embedding him deep in the palace's stone wall.
The Ten Rings seemed to have finally encountered someone capable of drawing out their full power. In an instant, they swelled to the size of a house and hovered high in the air, crackling with blood-red currents.
"Heh heh, Mr. Wenwu, when its owner's will isn't firm