A trace of killing intent flashed across Wang Xiongshan's face. Vajra Fist was the exceptional technique that had made his name even before he obtained the fist gauntlets.
It was simply that his fist technique had become even more powerful after he obtained them.
Yet the way Huang Xiao put it now, was he good for nothing without his fist gauntlets?
He valued his fist technique deeply and had a strong attachment to it. He would not tolerate anyone belittling it.
With a swish, Huang Xiao exerted force through his hand, and the Minghong Saber shook Wang Xiongshan's palms away.
Their fists and saber clashed. Without looking closely, someone really might have thought Wang Xiongshan was meeting Huang Xiao's Minghong Saber with his bare flesh and blood.
His fist gauntlets truly were difficult to detect.
"What saber technique is this?" Wang Xiongshan shouted after blocking the Minghong Saber's slash with both fists.
"Of course it's a saber technique passed down by Ancestor Kui Yong," Huang Xiao said with a light chuckle. "Don't you want these cultivation methods and moves? Then I'll teach you. Let's see how much you can learn."
"Outrageous!" Wang Xiongshan's fists turned pitch-black, clearly a sign that his internal power was gathering frantically. "Once I finish you off, I can naturally get the cultivation methods I want from that old fellow over there."
With that, Wang Xiongshan hurled a punch at Huang Xiao.
Powerful, unyielding fist force tore through the air with a piercing whistle.
Huang Xiao's heart jolted. This punch from Wang Xiongshan was immensely powerful.
But he paid it no mind. Gripping the Minghong Saber's hilt in both hands, he shouted.
The Minghong Saber swept upward from below, sending a fierce blade aura rushing toward the fist force.
With a boom, the two forces collided,