Huang Xiao very much wanted to know just how strong he was now. If he could spar with Senior Shi, Senior Shi and the Patriarch would certainly be able to assess his strength accurately with their discerning eyes.
Huo Lian stepped back a little, making room for the two of them.
With a low shout, Huang Xiao attacked.
He used no internal power; this was purely a contest of moves.
Each move was countered as it came.
Huang Xiao attacked continuously, while Shi Hen stood rooted to the spot, countering all of Huang Xiao's moves with just one hand.
"These are your improvements to your moves?" Shi Hen asked, somewhat disappointed.
"Senior, this is only the beginning. Now come my real moves," Huang Xiao called out.
As his words fell, Huang Xiao's footwork became even more intricate, and the number of steps he took seemed to decrease considerably.
At the same time, his attacks became less varied in form. Every strike, such as a punch, contained not the slightest superfluous movement.
Everything flowed like drifting clouds and running water.
Previously, Huang Xiao had practiced his moves alone, so he had not gained much sense of what they were like.
Now that his opponent was Shi Hen, he could attack with everything he had, without any reservations.
Shi Hen had not taken it very seriously at first.
In his view, no matter how Huang Xiao stripped complexity down to simplicity, he had no need to pay too much attention.
Yet gradually, he discovered that he was actually struggling to fend him off with just one hand.
This was utterly unexpected.
"Good, excellent! It seems I underestimated you, Huang Xiao. You deserve both my hands," Shi Hen said with a hearty laugh.
Standing nearby, Huo Lian also nodded in gratification.
He could