Four fists, four kinds of fist intent.
Is this the height that kid will reach in the future?
Zhang Yang sighed inwardly over Zhang Yi's future Martial Dao, but even he found this "Tribulation Lightning" somewhat troublesome now.
When he had taught Zhang Yi Martial Dao, he had known that the boy's future combat strength would certainly be extraordinary.
Because this kid had far more "weapons" than anyone else.
Zhang Yang's expression turned incomparably solemn. He stepped forward several paces and threw both fists as well, directly meeting two of the four fists.
Boom—
A heaven-shaking explosion rang out.
His fist collided with one of "Zhang Yi's" fists, and the surrounding space shattered like glazed glass. Yet the shattered space did not hinder their continued clash.
"Zhang Yi" passed through the broken space, his fist continuing toward Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang, meanwhile, used the force of the punch to retreat.
At the same time, his other fist collided with "Zhang Yi's" fist as well.
The power within the first fist was incomparably fierce and forceful.
Zhang Yang met force with force, using equally fierce strength to neutralize that punch's power, while borrowing the impact to retreat.
But the power carried by "Zhang Yi's" second punch was a suction force, seeking to hold Zhang Yang firmly in place.
And once he was caught, there was no way Zhang Yang could avoid the other two fists.
Yet by relying on the collision from the first punch, Zhang Yang shot backward, all while neutralizing "Zhang Yi's" force and the fist intent behind that suction.
When the fist intent on "Zhang Yi's" second fist was finally dispelled, Zhang Yang, who had been retreating, instead advanced. With both fists, he smashed once more toward "Zhang Yi's" two fists.
In turn, he used corresponding fist intent