Zeng Zihang held the determination to settle the outcome in one move. This time as he launched his kick, he exerted his full strength, victory or defeat hinged on this one action.
Although in Chen Yang's eyes, Zeng Zihang's Seventy-two Leg Technique had not yet been perfected, in the eyes of others, it was already considered a very powerful form of legwork.
When he executed this kick, its speed was so fast that it resembled a plane catapulted from an aircraft carrier; the crowd clearly heard a whistling sound as it cut through the air.
Seeing this, the crowd finally believed that Zeng Zihang's legwork was indeed as formidable as the rumors suggested.
Looking back at Chen Yang, his mouth curved in a nonchalant smile; he had just claimed he would use the Seventy-two Leg Technique, but so far, he hadn't made a move.
Could it be that he was bluffing?
"Good, with this kick, Chen Yang is done for."
