Chapter 0085: Just Who Is This Expert?

"Good lad, indeed you have some skills, take another of my moves!"

Zhao Tai hardly took the warning seriously. This kid had been consistently disrespectful to him time and again. Even though Zhao Tai himself was already a famous figure, he was feeling somewhat irritated at this moment. With a loud shout, he struck Ye Wudao with the Eight Gates Tung Bei Fist.

The fist was like the wind, the momentum like a tiger, the force like a mountain. Zhao Tai's punches, dense as drumbeats, dazzled the onlooker, striking at a rate of at least six times a second—a remarkable feat among martial artists. Consider that even Bruce Lee could only punch nine times in one second.

However, Ye Wudao had only one punch. With just one punch, he sent Zhao Tai flying. Zhao Tai was thrown over five meters away and even had a fist mark left on his nose. Had Ye Wudao not held back, that one punch would have likely broken his nasal bone.