Wild Boar Assault Fist.
Zakos could say with certainty that this was the fist technique he had always been proud of, but... the way the other man applied force had turned this move into something utterly terrifying. To put it simply—
In the other man's hands, the Wild Boar Assault Fist was a wild boar; in his hands, it might not even be a piglet.
But...
Zakos stared at Wu Biao on the stage in disbelief. He had learned his move after seeing it only once?
If the Wild Boar Assault Fist had not been his own creation, Zakos might have suspected that Wu Biao was the master he had been separated from for years...
Bang was equally shaken. With his exceptional eyesight, he had understood what Wu Biao was using the moment he assumed the stance. His eyes grew brighter and brighter as he looked at Wu Biao.
However, Wu Biao gave him no time to think it over.
Buzzz—!
Accompanied by a deep whistling sound, Wu Biao's fist shot out from Bang's right side without warning.
Bang's expression tightened, but his body tipped straight to the side, dodging Wu Biao's punch. At the same time, he shook his body, and his hands transformed into a stream before him, rushing straight at Wu Biao.
So fast!
Wu Biao's pupils contracted. He shifted sideways with a slight step, as though gliding across ice, brushing past what seemed like countless fist afterimages as he retreated in a straight line.
Bang did not press his advantage. Instead, he withdrew his fist and stood still, once again assuming the opening stance of the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist.
Though their exchange had lasted only a brief instant, the contestants beneath the stage all broke into cold sweats. Naturally, they could see the danger