Black Fist Sect training ground.
As soon as Zhang Rongfang made contact, he felt a slight numbness in his palm and a weakness in his forearm. He had lost the first move, which was a contest of strength.
It seemed that he still wasn't a match for a third-grade Black Arm Fist master in terms of strength.
However, having made it this far in just a year, Zhang Rongfang felt quite satisfied.
Information about Yu Wenguang flowed through his mind.
A third-grade Black Arm Fist, with fists as hard as iron, heavy and slow, was just the right opponent for him now.
Being focused, he responded with a combination of Mountain-shaped Talisman and Morning Energy Talisman moves.
Although he was slightly weaker in strength, he was far superior to Yu Wenguang in terms of speed and body technique.
Without holding back, at this moment, Zhang Rongfang freely used everything other than weapons and the Limit-Breaking Skill.
