"Watch out, Brother Xu!"
He Dong still observed martial etiquette and warned Xu Yang. Leaning slightly forward into the posture of a pouncing tiger, he stamped his right foot against the ground and shot forward in a straight line.
The martial foundation fist art taught by the Tiger Roar Martial Arts School was the Tiger Fist. Like the Mountain-Shaking Bear Fist, it followed a path of absolute hardness and ferocity, with a particular emphasis on claw techniques.
Both Hong Feng, whom Xu Yang had killed while standing up for the Qiu Family, and Bao Gang, who had tried to ambush and kill him only to die instead, had come from the Tiger Roar Martial Arts School. Xu Yang was therefore fairly familiar with the Tiger Fist, though he still had to guard against anything He Dong might have learned elsewhere.
He Dong thrust out both arms. The fingers of one hand curled like steel claws, tearing through the air with piercing whistles, while his other hand clenched into a fist and punched out with a thunderous roar.
His hands danced, true qi surging outward. Before reaching Xu Yang, he had already changed techniques several times, trying to obscure where his attack would land.
Boom!
Xu Yang abruptly moved, stepping sideways and rendering all of He Dong's variations useless.
The next instant, he turned and swung his arm, driving his fist out like a great spear. It slipped past He Dong's flurry of fists and claws and struck viciously toward his armpit.
What a fast reaction.
He Dong sighed inwardly, turning his claw into a fist and striking across. In an instant, offense and defense reversed.
Thud!
Their arms collided with a dull report, the exploding force whipping up a gale.
Explosive Bear Force. What a hard arm.
He Dong felt