Dong Hong's muscular body flickered with light, phantoms, dragons, tigers, snakes, Fast Fist, and massive fists fragmented the space around the forest, and the fissures grew wider.
After several rounds, the dust in the forest was stained with blood, and the white bones in the wounds looked dark and terrifying.
Lin Dun's eyes were calm; his heart was like water. He had neither joy nor sorrow as if he didn't care about his wounds. He was fierce, disregarding life and death.
After all, Dong Hong was stronger than Lin Dun. He was no ordinary Monk. Moreover, Dong Hong's boxing system was unique and contained mysteries. Lin Dun's Dragon Yellow Fist was self-created. The climate of fire was insufficient, lacking variation. After all, Lin Dun had only been practicing for a short time.
"Stars slash through the sun and the moon."
