His fists poured down like a rainstorm, each punch carrying the subtle variations of Jeet Kune Do: straight punches, hooks, elbow strikes, and knee strikes in turn.
His attacks never stopped, striking like a venomous snake at Zhang Chulan's vital points from every angle.
Zhang Chulan seemed to be taking a beating, but he was actually learning through experience.
The sidelong gleam in his eyes was cold. He was rapidly adapting to combat filled with genuine killing intent.
From now on, there'll only be more and more fights like this. If I want to uncover the mystery of the Jiashen Rebellion, I either adapt or die. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
With the old senior watching over me and such a powerful boost, I have to learn as much as possible about how strong fighters fight.
The Qi Seed's enhancement gave him strength and speed far beyond his usual level, but his combat experience was also nowhere near as extensive as Shen Chong's.
After he blocked a dozen or so punches in succession, Shen Chong swept a low kick into his calf, making his balance waver slightly.
Seizing that instant, Shen Chong threw an all-out uppercut that cracked the sound barrier and slammed into his opponent's chin.
Zhang Chulan's head snapped back. He staggered backward two steps, traces of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
Shen Chong did not pursue him. Instead, he stepped back half a pace, resumed his Jeet Kune Do guard, and watched him coldly.
"Forcing your strength up with outside help is a petty trick. That power doesn't belong to you."
He could see it now too. Zhang Chulan did not know how to truly fight at all. He did not know how to use that power.
Zhang Chulan wiped the blood from the