"Boy, you're too weak. Even if I can't use my full strength, don't dream of hurting me!" They had exchanged dozens of moves just now, and every time Fang Yi tried to muster his power, You Lian'er's zither music came right on its heels, making it difficult for him to raise his power to its limit. Precisely because of this, whenever he fought Huang Xiao, Fang Yi could use only sixty to seventy percent of his power, and often only fifty percent.
"Then try again!" Huang Xiao shouted. Just now, he and Fang Yi had been evenly matched, neither able to get the better of the other.
"That fist technique again! Useless!" Fang Yi admitted that Huang Xiao's fist technique was good. In his own hands, it would have been even more powerful. Unfortunately, the person using it had only the strength of the First-Class Realm, so its power really did not amount to much.
But just as Fang Yi assumed this blast of fist force would prove useless as well, he suddenly discovered that after he blocked one blast, an even fiercer blast followed behind it, surging straight into his meridians.
Judging by his previous experience, that palm strike should have been enough to cancel out Huang Xiao's fist force. But now, a stronger second blast lay hidden behind the first, leaving Fang Yi no time to defend himself.
At that moment, the internal power in his palms was almost exhausted. Although his dantian held vast reserves of internal power, he could not bring it to bear in time.
"Ahhh!" Fang Yi screamed, rapidly retreating five steps before steadying himself. He stared at his blood-drenched palms, the murderous intent on his face growing even stronger.
He had actually been wounded by this boy. What an utter humiliation! Although he