White Feather Fan

Arrogant!

What arrogant words! At least, that was how Han Zheng saw it. Defeat him in just ten moves? Utter nonsense. This provoked Han Zheng's fury, and he fixed Yang Chen with an icy gaze.

"Yang Chen, if you merely wanted to anger me, then I have to tell you—you succeeded! What, do you really think breaking my Dragon Transformation Finger gives you so much pride that you have become arrogant enough to believe you can defeat me?" Han Zheng said, his tone brimming with killing intent. "It seems I must use absolute strength to shatter that groundless confidence of yours. Otherwise, your foolishness truly gives me a headache."

Yet Yang Chen did not spare Han Zheng the slightest attention.

The moment Han Zheng's voice fell, Yang Chen's fighting intent surged, and his killing intent was set!

He said ten moves, so it would be ten moves.

"Benlei Stance!"

"Liquid Fire Transformation!"

The two techniques erupted at once, rolling straight toward Han Zheng.

This was the first move!

Seeing the two techniques, Han Zheng's killing intent likewise surged. He shouted, "Break for me!"

As his words fell, Han Zheng's entire body shook. In the next instant, both his fists turned a magnificent violet. The violet fists were wrapped in shadowy afterimages, growing larger and larger.

Wielding those two phantom fists, Han Zheng smashed them forward.

One punch, two punches, ten punches.

Every punch contained terrifying force, and each one sent endless fierce winds howling. After more than a dozen consecutive punches, the might contained within those fists could not be denied.

After more than a dozen punches, he had indeed broken Yang Chen's Benlei Stance and Liquid Fire Transformation completely.

"Purple Shadow Heavenly Gang Fist?" Yang Chen suddenly recalled it as he watched the fist technique.

This fist technique was