Bang!
Chen Yi gently stepped back a bit, as did Yang Youzhi.
They were evenly matched.
Huh, that's all? I didn't even use eighty percent of my strength...
Chen Yi thought to himself, feeling the more than fifty percent of his Vitality and Blood Power remaining in his body,
He guessed that Yang Youzhi had likely depleted most of his Vitality and Blood Power.
It seems that neither plan C nor D is needed~
"Old man, didn't you have your meal? Let me show you the might of the Iron Wire Fist today!"
Boom boom boom boom!
Chen Yi's fists rained down like raindrops, hammering Yang Youzhi.
At first, Yang Youzhi used his palm to protect himself. But when he realized that Chen Yi's fist strength was far less than that of the small monk, and it felt like tickling, he
suddenly ceased to block,
Letting Chen Yi's soft blows land on his chest and abdomen, only lifting his hand to block whenever Chen Yi occasionally aimed at his crucial points on his head and neck,
