"Heh heh, I am Deng Sanjiang. Let me learn from you!!!"
At the word "enter," the young man smiled, but his eyes instantly turned vicious. The first few words came lightly from his lips, but his voice abruptly deepened as he continued, as though he were forcing the words through clenched teeth. He was already gathering and exerting force.
Yanqing Fist excelled in lightness, agility, and versatile footwork. As he abruptly moved, his feet darted and swept like a tiger or leopard pouncing. He shifted and wheeled, his padded coat billowing outward with a whoosh, shaking all the snow from his body into a white mist.
What astonishing inner strength.
As though he had no intention of giving Lian Youming a chance to breathe, Deng Sanjiang spread his arms in midair like a white crane unfurling its wings. Ducking low and exposing his back, he flashed around to Lian Youming's side, circling more than halfway around him before driving both fists out, one toward his neck and the other toward his waist and abdomen.
Not only was his footwork fast, his attacks were also ferocious, swift as lightning.
His punches cracked through the air with a succession of sounds like tearing silk.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
Lian Youming changed his breathing, a puff of white vapor spilling from his mouth and nose. His hands hung naturally at his sides. Unhurried, he shifted his body and sprang back, moving two steps away.
But the instant he steadied himself, Deng Sanjiang pursued him, his rushing fists meeting two heavy, powerful fists head-on.
Lian Youming settled into a bow stance and clenched both hands, holding them loosely like hammers. Showing no trace of fear or retreat, he chose to meet his opponent directly. Madness filled his face as ripples surged from his back into