Qin Fen Made Money Again

Outsiders watched for the spectacle, and practically everyone here was an outsider. The moment the two moved, everyone's eyes widened and their hearts tightened. That speed was terrifying. Old Sun was one thing, but no one had expected Qin Fen, that kid, to be just as astonishing.

Little Bean was probably the only one in the entire place who could see clearly.

Their expressions were obscured by the blur of their arms. Qin Fen was thrilled, smiling broadly. He had never expected to learn kung fu by accident. Old Sun, meanwhile, was utterly miserable. The more this guy fought, the happier he became, and the faster he got. Old Sun was about to be unable to keep up.

Whenever he thought of that old man's words, he wanted to curse. He might actually capsize in the gutter today.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Four shadowy hands flew through the air, with none of Tai Chi's usual slow, deliberate feeling. Instead, they were incredibly fast. Qin Fen's hands moved freely through deflecting, lifting, tapping, withdrawing, and blocking. At first, he was somewhat stiff and inexperienced in actual combat, but gradually, Insightful Eye began to show its remarkable effects. By observing the opponent's shoulder muscles and the extension and retraction of his arms, he could determine his attack intentions.

Qin Fen's mind was like a precision instrument, wholly devoted to analysis. The more he analyzed, the more experience he gained. His instinctive movements gradually caught up, and a beast-like intuition erupted within him.

One improved at breakneck speed, while the other grew more alarmed with every exchange. Their stamina was not even on the same level. Old Sun moved and retreated a step, waving his hand. "No more!" If they kept going, he would be in trouble. His lifelong reputation might be ruined by