Black ice!
Yan Zhongze's eyes narrowed. The ice made him feel uneasy. Almost instantly, Ning Fan released a torrent of punches towards the falling golden palm from above!
*Rat-a-tat*!
As the punches infused with ice power came into contact with the cloud, a strange, deep sound echoed in the skies!
He threw a total of twenty-seven punches with each of them making him retreat back a step, as if his body could not withstand the recoil of his punches.
Every step he made would leave a deep footprint on the silver stage.
When he threw the twenty-seventh punch, Ning Fan abruptly lifted his head and laughed sarcastically!
"What a good technique – Soft Cloud Quake… But to make me yield with only that palm is barely enough!"
