Everyone on the viewing platform fell silent.
That was right. From beginning to end, Zhao Feng had never admitted that Eight Extremes Fist was all he knew.
They had assumed that themselves.
The faces of those from the Eight Extremes Gate looked uglier still.
"He clearly knows a secret pill embracement art, yet he deliberately held it back earlier and used only Eight Extremes Fist. He was humiliating our Eight Extremes Gate on purpose." Song Zhi was livid with anger.
Huo Yao dared not speak, but her eyes shone as she watched Zhao Feng. Junior Brother Zhao kept giving her more and more surprises.
Full of tricks! Cai Zhiqian sneered.
After adjusting his true qi, he hammered out a chain of punches. Dense force wrapped around the gusts from his fists, every strike aimed at a major acupoint on Zhao Feng's body. His finger techniques hid among the fist shadows, sometimes thrusting, sometimes jabbing and slicing. Fists and fingers interwove with even greater finesse than before, killing intent lurking everywhere!
Using Void-Treading Step, Zhao Feng swayed like a willow in the wind. A slight lean took him out of the direct path of the punch. But Cai Zhiqian's attacks came one after another. Before his left fist withdrew, his right fingers had already reached forward, the force at their tips touching Zhao Feng's collar. The spectators cried out in alarm, only to see Zhao Feng suddenly extend his right hand in a cotton palm strike. Its breeze seemed light as nothing, yet it settled precisely against the pads of Cai Zhiqian's fingers.
That contact looked soft and powerless, yet Cai Zhiqian felt as though he had suffered a heavy blow. The keen, bone-piercing force at his fingertips was instantly wrapped in soft force as delicate as silk. This was the