Inside the Martial Arts Pavilion.
Two figures swiftly crossed each other.
Countless fists, palms, and legs shadows filled the sky, amidst which the Qi Force exploded.
"You, lad... your moves are quite good, but it's a pity that they are too rigid."
The turtle-backed, crane-haired elder's hands were like a whirlwind of magic, his finger moves astonishing the earth and making ghosts weep.
Fast and slow were fused into one, always bringing a light in the darkness when reaching a dead-end, giving one a complex feeling.
What was even more terrifying was that, in between the flicking of his fingers, he actually deciphered Fang Xing's Star Martial Four Extremes one by one.
Even when Fang Xing occasionally burst out with Seventh Realm combat power, the opposite elder also burst out, not losing the slightest bit.
Fang Xing fought exhilaratingly, feeling that his Martial Arts foundation had been expanded once again, more robust...