The brass knuckles' talismans slowly burned, a faint flame rising and twining around the fist.
Under the influence of the fireworks, every punch Li Cheng delivered on the flat silhouette kicked up black smoke. All the while, he muttered a chant.
"Si Dong Fist, thoughts gushing forth like a spring!"
The fist hit the silhouette's chest squarely, smashing it into the faux wood flooring and sending cement debris flying with an echoing clatter.
The flat silhouette struggled desperately, slithering along the floor like an eel, heading for the TV stand.
"Si Dong Sword, remember me always!"
Li Cheng struck out with both arms, piercing through the television and impaling the silhouette's chest. The latter's body shattered, wriggling out of the brass knuckles embedded in its chest and scurrying towards the shoe cabinet.
"Haodong Palm, for eternity!"