Star Finger!
Zhao Feng immediately condensed his Inner Strength into his finger and lashed out a few times.
Tong! Tong! Tong!
Every finger could pierce metal boards. Under Zhao Feng’s eyes, every finger was fast, accurate and powerful.
The ninth move… The tenth move!
Apart from the sounds of the two fighting, nothing else could be heard.
“Sweeping the Cloud and Winds!”
Xin Wuheng swept his robe and a layer of rock below his feet was sent out in every direction. This was the move that had beaten Zhao Linlong!
“Third stance Star Finger!”
Zhao Feng’s fingertip pierced through the air leaving a azure streak behind as if it was a meteor.
“Impossible! How can his Star Finger be at the third level?” Zhao Linlong exclaimed.
Suuu——-
The sharp finger collided with Xin Wuheng’s robe.
Hoooongggggggg———-
The dust slowly settled.
The tenth move.
Two figures stood side by side, none of them moving…