Two figures violently collided, then separated in an instant.
The strong yet flexible Iron Fan clashed with a pair of bare fists, and surprisingly, it was the Iron Fan that came off worse.
Mr. Tie Shan knew this was bad. Without hesitation, he unleashed his signature skill.
Seven Extremes Shadow!
A swift burst of power erupted. The Iron Fan danced, filling the sky with afterimages.
Black Blade sank into his stance, shoulders low. His fists twisted, covered in a layer of black energy.
Night Divine Fist, Third Form—Night Parade of Hundred Demons!
Shadows of fists and fans clashed, endless and unbroken.
Qian Sanduo's expression changed. "This is bad! Black Blade has taken that step!"
Tang Wen watched the two fighters whose duel was now producing special effects, raising an eyebrow. "He's awakened? To what degree?"
