Could You Give Me Some Pointers?

Relying on his ghost holy armor, Yuchi Hong was running wild. His fist attacks were simple and violent as he flew over.

Jiang Chen replaced his dislocated shoulder while talking. Still using his black knife, he dashed over, carrying thunder.

The two had a huge gap in terms of martial arts techniques, so Jiang Chen managed to dodge his fist and at the same time, struck the ghost holy armor.

Before Yuchi Hong realized what had happened, he had flown hundreds of yards away.

"It's not going to work."

This time, Jiang Chen's attack left a mark on the armor, but it was still trivial.

Yuchi Hong turned around, staring at Jiang Chen coldly. "A Strike Without Permanence!"

Jiang Chen threw his knife out again. He and the knife formed a shining white line together, streaking over and ending at Yuchi Hong.

Yuchi Hong launched the attack when Jiang Chen came up to him, but he didn't even touch Jiang Chen's clothes.