The Iron-Backed Black Bear got up from the ground, obviously unharmed. It let out an angry roar and beat its wide, sturdy claws against its chest, before trotting towards Tan Chao once more on all fours.
"Beast! Let's see how many punches you can handle!"
With a strong and vigorous pose of the Hong Fist style, emphasizing power charged by airflow and bolstered by resonant roars, Tan Chao confronted the rushing Iron-Backed Black Bear. He assumed the stance of Hong Fist style, displaying the awe of a grandmaster while letting out deafening roars.
Tan Chao's Hong Fist technique was indeed well practiced. By relying on his stable footwork, he was barely able to contest with the Iron-Backed Black Bear. However, he was also in quite a predicament.
His punches didn't even seem to faze the Iron-Backed Black Bear. On the contrary, when the Iron-Backed Black Bear swiped at him with a paw, a blocked blow left him feeling numb in both arms.
