The contests continued.
"Lin Fan, do you have any objections to your ranking? If so, who would you like to challenge?"
Lin Fan first ruled out third and fourth place. Tang Feng was on his side, and by the rules, Li Yun was allowed to skip one challenge.
That left Ma Chen in first place and Su Xue in second.
Since he practiced his family's Soft Palm, which could use softness to overcome force, Lin Fan decided to challenge Ma Chen.
Ma Chen stood to the left of the platform, his nine-foot frame towering like an iron pagoda.
On the right, Lin Fan looked lean beside Ma Chen.
The two took their places, and the contest began.
Ma Chen struck first, driving out his right fist with a blast of wind wrapped in a wave of force.
Lin Fan's figure swayed like willow branches dodging the wind. He spun on the tip of his left foot, and his right palm shot out like a spirit snake from its cave, skimming along the edge of Ma Chen's arm.
Smack~
The instant palm met fist, Lin Fan's palm curled around Ma Chen's hand and redirected his momentum, guiding the fierce power of Wild Ox Fist diagonally downward.
Ma Chen faltered. His heavy punch struck empty air, leaving all his strength with nowhere to go. The feeling was deeply unpleasant.
Lin Fan pressed his advantage, his figure following close as his palm techniques shifted between fast and slow.
Ma Chen threw punch after punch, but Lin Fan kept redirecting them.
After dozens of exchanges—
"Hmph!"
Ma Chen snorted and suddenly withdrew his fist, no longer dodging Lin Fan's palms.
After exchanging blows, Ma Chen had realized that Lin Fan's strength wasn't enough to pose a lethal threat to him.
He guarded his vital