Two slender, pale hands met, and a tremor rang out. Golden and black divine power flickered into view, twisting around each other without end.
Their hands parted as soon as they touched. Ye Fan stepped back and clasped his hands behind him, his eyes never leaving Luzi.
"So hard!"
"You're not soft either!"
Lu Mingfei glanced at Ye Fan's hands behind his back, amusement appearing deep in his eyes.
One of those hands was shaking nonstop.
The instant Ye Fan noticed Lu Mingfei looking, his hand went still.
Ye Fan had not been exaggerating. Lu Mingfei's hand really was too hard.
Why had he been shaking his hand? Because it hurt!
And putting it behind his back, though utterly useless, was Ye Fan's last shred of dignity.
Ye Fan closed in on Lu Mingfei, crossing the distance between them in a single step.
Ye Fan raised his fist and struck. A rookie in the Bitter Sea Realm could use neither dazzling Divine Arts nor earthshaking secret techniques. In a fight, it came down to fist against fist.
Luzi spread his stance and slowly traced circles with both hands. Then he caught Ye Fan's fist and pulled with its momentum, dissolving the force of the punch.
Luzi pulled harder, drawing Ye Fan straight toward him. Power surged through his whole body as he rammed Ye Fan with his chest, sending him flying and coughing.
"What was that?" Ye Fan asked, rubbing his chest. Lu Mingfei had made it ache.
"Tai Chi!"
Lu Mingfei explained with a grin, then shouted, "At your level, you die by my hand today!"
Lu Mingfei's eyes suddenly changed. Gold flowed through his pupils like molten lava.
As those Golden Eyes appeared, his Dragon Might swelled to its peak, almost taking on physical form.
He seemed a