Xiao Xuan first shook her head, then hurriedly nodded, looking utterly at a loss.
Only when Yang Yong asked again did she draw a deep breath and speak in a faint but firm voice:
"My... my Sequence One ability is called Furious Iron Fist."
As her words fell, Xiao Xuan abruptly raised both hands and clenched her fists.
The next second, Yang Yong's pupils contracted slightly-
Before everyone's eyes, her delicate, slender hands actually transformed into a pair of iron fists shining with brilliant golden light!
Golden radiance flowed across them, their sharpness held in check, yet they exuded a violent aura that could suppress everything.
They truly lived up to their name: Furious Iron Fist.
"Good skill."
Yang Yong nodded. "We just don't know how strong it is in an actual fight."
He casually pointed at Zheng Xiaofeng beside him. "Xiao Xuan, try punching him in the chest."
Xiao Xuan immediately looked troubled.
Zheng Xiaofeng's eyes, however, lit up. Without hesitation, iron armor instantly covered his entire body with a crisp metallic clatter.
"Come on! Give it all you've got!"
He was wildly excited. "My Armorsmith ability needs people to throw punches at me to hone it anyway."
"Wang Ying's blade hits too hard. I don't dare take it, so I always used to come to you, Yang Yong."
"Now that Xiao Xuan has just attained Sequence Transcendence, she's perfect for throwing punches at me!"
Xiao Xuan had spent quite some time with the convoy. Though she kept to herself, she knew the abilities of its Sequence Transcendents.
Everyone had seen how strong the defenses of Zheng Xiaofeng's iron armor were.
She hesitated no longer and drew a deep breath.
Her golden iron fist trembled slightly, and even the air seemed to give a faint hum as it was