Lei Hu Ming's stance looked familiar to Xiao Hua. His eyes lit up. Without saying a word, he spread his fists and charged forward, tangling with Lei Hu Ming in battle.
"What?" The crowd was astonished again. Even Wang Chong's eyes flashed repeatedly. He had thought Xiao Hua possessed profound inner strength, a rare young talent in the Martial World. Yet now, seeing him trade fists and kicks with Lei Hu Ming, every movement roaring with force, it was clear that he also possessed a body tempered by hard external training.
"Dual cultivation of inner and outer arts, something rarely seen in the Jianghu? This... whose disciple is he?" Wang Chong could not help sweeping his gaze across the Martial World figures gathered on Luori Peak.
Xiao Hua paid no heed to the others' surprise. His heart was brimming with delight. Lei Hu Ming's fist techniques truly had something extraordinary about them. Xiao Hua concealed all his cultivation, relying only on his physical body and a few fist techniques from his memories to fight him. At first, he was repeatedly struck and fell into a disadvantage. But as Lei Hu Ming occasionally displayed moves that seemed both familiar and unfamiliar, they stirred Xiao Hua's memories. Familiar techniques gradually began to surface in his mind!
As Xiao Hua recalled more of the moves, Lei Hu Ming gradually found himself fought to a standstill, then pushed into a disadvantage!
Alas, a new generation replaces the old in the Jianghu, Lei Hu Ming sighed inwardly. The force of his punches began to weaken, as though he intended to bring the fight to an end. But how could Xiao Hua let him have his way? His fists flew faster and faster, one move following another. Each differed slightly from what Lei Hu Ming had