Great Victory Over the Commander, Blood Palm Emerges from Seclusion

On the arena.

"Good lad, you've only been at the manor for a few months. Without Pang Long looking after you, no matter how great your abilities were, how could you have gained your current standing?"

"You don't know the height of heaven or the depth of earth, and you're already this full of yourself. You want to challenge my authority? Fine. Today, I'll let you taste my power."

Hua Hanying frowned and cursed inwardly. He had decided not only to win, but to win magnificently. He knew Li Xian excelled at the Four Directions Fist. Only by using his own weakness to defeat the enemy's strength could he make it look impressive enough.

He immediately struck with "East to West."

Both fists shot out together like twin dragons probing the sea. Feints and solid strikes shifted smoothly and naturally; grabbing left and seizing right, attacking right and capturing left. Two hands and two fists somehow produced the marvelous effect of four hands and four fists.

Li Xian could not help laughing. Hua Hanying's fist technique was crude and unfit for the eye. Though he danced with fierce winds around his fists, most of it was impractical.

He had thoroughly mastered the Four Directions Fist and understood its advantages and flaws, its strengths and weaknesses, and the openings in every move.

This move, "East to West," specifically targeted both flanks. It appeared that both hands attacked at once, combining offense and defense. When trading blows face-to-face with an opponent,

if the enemy struck back, it could also swiftly guard the front.

Yet its center was completely open.

Li Xian stepped back, deftly avoiding both fists. Then his right hand slapped the scabbard, and the narrow saber sprang from its sheath, its hilt shooting straight at Hua Hanying's centerline.

Hua Hanying