Yao Feng sneered and raised his hand. The suction force of the Absorbing Palm emerged once more. Having experienced it before, Ouyang Ke naturally would not fall for it again. He abruptly retreated, trying to resist the pull.
Seeing Ouyang Ke retreat, Yao Feng's lips curved into a smile. Dou Qi surged to the soles of his feet. With a bang, Yao Feng shot forward. Another explosive sound rang out, and he instantly arrived before Ouyang Ke, throwing a punch at his face.
Ouyang Ke shifted slightly, and the fist landed on his shoulder. A wave of sharp pain struck him. Gritting his teeth, Ouyang Ke pulled out a folding fan. A blade tip suddenly extended from the fan's end, gleaming with a sinister light. It was clearly coated in deadly poison.
Seeing this, Demonic Flame suddenly enveloped Yao Feng's hands as he clamped the blade between them.
A triumphant smile appeared on Ouyang Ke's face. He gave the folding fan a slight twist, and a poisoned needle shot explosively from its tip.
Yao Feng's pupils contracted. He had not expected Ouyang Ke's folding fan to be so difficult to guard against—it held both poisoned blades and poisoned needles.
The spectators in the stands erupted into an uproar at the sight. Such methods truly were difficult to evade.
Yao Feng twisted at the waist and threw his upper body sharply backward. Using his left leg as a pivot, he viciously kicked at Ouyang Ke with his right leg. At the same time, the poisoned needle grazed past Yao Feng's head, and a lock of severed hair drifted down.
Yao Feng's gaze turned cold. Looking at Ouyang Ke, who had been kicked back several steps, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. A strange energy fluctuation appeared, and an illusory blade