My Senior Sister Told Me to Go Home for Dinner

Mu Tangchun's face showed surprise the moment Zhang Xiaohua unleashed his move. He hurriedly withdrew his palm, while his other hand clenched into a fist and struck out from an angle—the second move of the Tandian Fist.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaohua also withdrew his hand and switched to another move... After several exchanges, Mu Tangchun's expression turned ugly, and the surrounding disciples also looked astonished. Mu Tangchun feinted, leaped aside, and demanded angrily, "Junior Brother Ren, what are you doing?"

Zhang Xiaohua asked curiously, "Junior Brother Mu, what did I do now? I didn't do anything!"

"Didn't do anything? Then why do you use whatever move I use?"

Zhang Xiaohua laughed. "What kind of logic is that, Junior Brother Mu? There is no such rule under heaven. Just because you know the Tandian Fist, does that mean I'm not allowed to know it too? You're allowed to strike my arm, but I'm not allowed to strike yours?"

It turned out that, in his urgency, Zhang Xiaohua had thoroughly seen through Mu Tangchun's moves with his divine sense. Every time, he used the same move Mu Tangchun used, and Zhang Xiaohua's fists were extremely fast, often striking later yet arriving first, forcing Mu Tangchun to change moves to meet the attack.

"You..."

Mu Tangchun was nearly choked speechless by Zhang Xiaohua.

The surrounding disciples looked at one another in dismay.

After thinking it over, Mu Tangchun leaped back into the circle and switched to another fist technique. Its moves were even more complicated, and his hands and feet sped up as well. How could Zhang Xiaohua care about that? So long as it lay within his divine sense, every fist technique and move was crystal clear to him. Just as before, his movements were swift as he battled Mu Tangchun.

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