"Hah!"
He Han's ferocity was ignited. He struck out with both palms, fully displaying the tearing, grabbing, chopping, and slapping motions of the Black Tiger Palm. The wind from his palms howled, kicking up debris from the arena floor.
His Inner Strength was a notch above Yang Jing's, and his palm technique was fierce and powerful. In a direct clash, Yang Jing would be at a disadvantage.
But Yang Jing refused to meet him head-on. The footwork of his Surging Waves Leg Technique allowed him to evade the brunt of the palm strikes by a hair's breadth, and the shadow of his Mountain-Shattering Fist would immediately follow like a phantom.
At times, he would use his footwork to glide a dozen feet away, avoiding He Han's wild attacks. Then he would suddenly cut back, his right fist gathering all his strength to strike at his opponent's opening.
