"Bullshit! I refuse to believe my Mountain and Water Skill can't deal with you!"
Wu Yonggui was clearly agitated. His most prized technique had been so easily defeated by Yang Qi, a blow to his pride that was simply immense. Therefore, he had to win. He had to prove he was stronger than Yang Qi and demonstrate that the Sun and Moon Sect's Mountain and Water Skill was not just for show.
His attacks grew faster and faster, like countless venomous snakes lunging at Yang Qi. The barrage was so dense it seemed inescapable. If all those fists landed, Yang Qi would be severely injured, if not killed, and would lose any advantage he held.
Yang Qi chuckled. "You think you've won just because I can't dodge? You're right, I can't. But who said I couldn't attack? You've had your fun. It's my turn now."
As he spoke, Yang Qi's fists burst into searing flames. He then unleashed a sudden strike, and in an instant, the air filled with a sky of fiery fist shadows.
Fire Fist: Fireworks!
